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stevieschrodinger · 18 days

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Everything is going slowly foggy. The fear is fading. Eddie's vaguely aware that it's probably because he's dying. What was terrifying a couple of minutes ago, is only vaguely of interest now. An ephemeral pressure on the back of his brain. Present, yet easy to ignore.

All he can taste is his own blood, but it's not so bad. At least he can tell Dustin how much he loves him. And Steve's there. Steve Harrington. Who knew he would turn out to be such a great guy? So, yeah. It all feels alright.

Eddie feels sleepy, vaguely aware that he's, actually, probably dying.

He closes his eyes.

There's a strange sense of vertigo, strange enough that Eddie notices he's standing up before he notices that someone's kissing him. It's a soft press of lips. It's wonderful.

Eddie blinks his eyes open, and from an inch away, he's looking at Steve Harrington.

He's standing in a kitchen. it's nice. Eddie's clean; he's wearing sweats and a tee. Barefoot. The kitchen smells like coffee, and sun is shining in through the window.

Somewhere in the house, a child sequels; Eddie startles. "Steve?" He asks, carefully. "I mean...not that it isn't-"

The child comes barreling into the room. It's a little girl. She's wearing the smallest Dio shirt Eddie's ever seen. She throws herself at Eddie's legs, screaming "Papa!"

Eddie has no idea what his face is doing as he looks down at this little girl, but Steve is taking his hand, tugging it, Eddie looks up, "it happened again, didn't it? You forgot again?"

"I...what?"

Steve scoops up the little girl, throwing her over his shoulder, she squeals again, laughing like this is the best thing ever, "come on pumpkin patch, Papa's not feeling so hot today and auntie Robin's going to be here in two whole minutes."

He looks back to Eddie, mouthing 'just wait, okay?'

Eddie, at a loss, just nods.

He creeps to the doorway, watching, fascinated, as Steve Harrington fixes the little girls hair into pig tails. Helps her get her socks straight. Helps her tie the laces on her sneakers. Gets her back pack on her, "eat your carrot sticks today, okay Ronnie?"

'Ronnie,' Eddie mouths to himself.

Watches as Steve puts her little hand into Robin's, standing on the front porch. Robin looks different. Older. She's smartly dressed.

Steve whispers something to her, and she looks at Eddie. Smiles a sad smile. They leave.

Steve stands there for a moment, waves them off, then closes the door. He seems to steal himself, and then he turns and comes back to Eddie, "I have to go to work, but, come on, let me show you something."

Eddie follows Steve into an office, there's shit everywhere, "I don't come in here often, your mess drives me fucking batshit," Steve digs into a desk drawer, brings out a notebook. "I have no idea what's in here, I've never read it. Something about...what happened. You did die. You were oxygen deprived long enough to cause a brain injury, so sometimes you...forget everything. After the second time it happened, you started writing letters to yourself. So, yeah...you call it your instruction manual, I get it for you when this happens."

It takes Eddie what feels like a really fucking long time to process this, and he can't help but notice that Steve's eyes are wet, Eddie feels crushingly guilty about it.

"Okay so what do I...do?"

Steve shrugs, "read it, I guess. You add to it whenever anything important happens...Eddie...just, the bats, they did a number on you...when you, when you look at the scars, the first time, just, brace yourself, okay and...don't forget that I love you, no matter what, I love you."

And Steve just...leaves the house. Leaves Eddie in this absolute disaster of an office. Leaves him holding a notebook that's ratty and untidy and feels like it's bursting at the seams.

Eddie reads.

So, I'm going to try and keep this simple, but I'm you, from the past, and our dumb ass has fucking brain damage...

You're not going to fucking believe this...we bagged Steve Harrington...

Hold on to your hat big boy, but we got fucking published! And if you're reading this, then you are in for a treat, because it means you get to read our genius for the first time all over again...

Okay, so this one was a bad one, we initially, didn't react so well, so, here's what I was worried about, and I'll talk you through it...

So, I need you to not fuck this up for us, okay? So, this is the Steve Harrington play book. The man is romantic, buy flowers, do nice shit. I cannot stress this enough - just pick up your crap man, he hates it when the place is messy. Now, we have to get it right so here's everything I know, I'll start at the top and work down. He loves having his hair played with, and tugged, but not too hard, gentle but firm, there's a sweet spot. The neck, the whole thing is an erogenous zone, I really can't downplay the importance of the neck...

We bought a fucking house! Look at it! Just look at it! And Eddie does, because there's a Polaroid stuck to the page.

So, this might sound dumb, and I probably should have written to you sooner, but...Steve jizzed in a cup for Robs, and Nancy turkey basted it, you know. Anyway, the point is...Rob's pregnant. With our baby. And then me and Nance got drunk, like, to celebrate, and she got all sad that her and Robin weren't having a baby, stay with me, I know this is mad as shit, but Nancy wanted our kid and their kid to grow up together....

Look, I don't know if it's the stress of like, imminent fatherhood, but we've been forgetting a lot lately, so, here's the plan for when Rob's in labor, and everything you've talked to Steve about when it comes to being the stay at home parent, okay...

The next page is just a Polaroid, a little scrunched up face. A little pink potato swaddled in blankets, and underneath it says 'Ronnie Jamie Harrington'...

And the next page, another Polaroid, another scrunched up face, another little pink potato swaddled in blankets, and underneath it says 'Stephanie Edwina Wheeler'...

Steve comes home. He looks exhausted. Like, drained. And, worried and scared and pale and lots of other things Eddie can't even begin to imagine. Eddie holds his arms out and Steve practically throws himself into them, "how long does it take, for me to get back to normal?"

Steve shrugs, "it's different every time, but it's a good sign you're still here, sometimes you run. Those times are the worst ones."

Six weeks later, Eddie writes to himself, "do not, under any circumstances, run away..."

Eddie thinks he's seeing things. Thinks maybe he's going senile. But he hasn't forgotten for...well, it's been years now. At least seven or eight. And yeah, Ronnie might be about to finish high school and Steve might be stressed to fuck over her college applications, but...Eddie's glad. He's glad she's spreading her wings. He's glad they managed to produce a stand up human being.

He's really glad her and Steph are trying for the same colleges, they're always going to have each other.

But yea...he's worried his mind is kind of...slipping. Hasn't told Steve. Doesn't want to worry him. They're both sprouting a few gray hairs, no need to add to those.

But sometimes. Sometimes when Eddie looks out of the window, he thinks, for a moment, that the sky is dark and...it looks like snow?

And sometimes, Eddie catches himself in the mirror, and he's sure he's dirty. A mess. Covered in blood but...no. He walks back a step, checks again. Everything is fine.

Sometimes he's sees movement out of the corner of his eye.

Sometimes, in the beat of the music or the rumble of the car engine, he swears he hears things. Sometimes a voice. Sometimes it sounds like they're yelling.

Sometimes it sounds like Steve.

And once, he blinked awake, Steve bringing him a coffee. But it wasn't Steve, for the time between startled, half asleep blinks, it was Vecna.

It gets worse.

Something isn't right. The house is empty, and it shouldn't be.

He can hear Steve, but he can't find him. And that's silly because the house isn't that big. He searches and searches, growing more frantic. He calls back to Steve, but Steve...doesn't seem to hear him.

There's something dim about the light, but the light has always been that way, hasn't it? Something...dusty, in the air. Eddie feels like he's dreaming. He has to be dreaming; there's a crack in the living room wall. A crack that spreads and lengthens until the whole house is crumbling and Eddie can see clearly now that the sky here flashes red.

That it's always been flashing red.

How did he not see before? The dust on every surface? The pages of his notebook are blank. Eddie knows. He's always known.

Steve.

Steve is here. He's hanging from Eddie's fist, bruised and bloodied and begging Eddie. Begging Eddie to stop this, to hear him, to see him. It's Steve.

It's Eddie's Steve.

Next to him, Vecna says, "finish it."

Eddie has something in his hand, the hilt of something he's sure of, long and sharp and dependable.

Eddie doesn't think, he just moves.

He drops Steve.

He doesn't need to look. Eddie turns, and he swings.

Part Two

#eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie #pre getting together #sort of #my writing #robin buckly #ronance #nancy wheeler #kas eddie munson #vecna #steddie dreamed life

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blkkizzat · 6 months

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summary: After a really shitty blind date you end up lashing out at a sexy stranger, sarcastically posing him a question he's more than willing to answer. a/n: Toji got me feral as fuck today y'all but I make zero apologies. Especially for this trifling ass gif because wtf else was I supposed to do after watching this scene, who isn't thinking this is the real question!?!? wc: 3.1k over 2.1k of it is literally just Toji being a munch

eta- put a cute frame over the gif ❤︎

You were sitting alone in a dive bar after a sorry ass excuse of a blind date. Drowning your sorrows you definitely needed something stronger than the seltzers in your fridge at home.

Things on your date were going well until the end of the night when the conversation turned frisky. You then whispered into your date’s ear that you wanted to ride his face.

That's when your date’s actual face turned to repulsion. Your blind date flat out said eating pussy was gross and refused.

You had dealt with previous boyfriends not wanting to go down on women so you weren't dealing with that shit again.

Nuh-uh. No way.

After not-so-politely telling him to kindly go and fuck himself you grabbed your purse and walked right the hell out of there.

And here you are now.

Alone.

At a sketchy ass dive bar that was mostly emptied.

Three shots of tequila in and a fourth setting on the table waiting for the room to stop spinning before you down it and go home.

Your head was resting on the cool bar countertop as you cursed the entire male species for their existence.

Selfish jerks. Every single one of them.

That would be the last date you would go on in a while. The only man you wanted to see was the bartender when he handed you another shot of tequila and then he could go fuck off too.

So when you felt a large hand on your lower back and a gruff but seductive 'Hey mamas' blowing hot air in your ear you fucking lost it and the full wrath of your scorn and sarcasm was directed at this man.

"LISTEN, I've just had a really shitty blind date. I just want to take this last shot of tequila, stuff my face with KFC and go home. So unless the answer is 'Yes' to the question 'Do you eat pussy?' Get the fuck out of my face, please and thank you!"

You didn’t care who heard your drunken tirade as you lifted your head to face the punching bag for all your current male frustrations.

Your jaw dropped.

The man who stood beside you looked like he walked straight out of Greek mythology. He was tall and muscular with tan skin and his black compression shirt stuck to him like a second skin giving you a detailed view.

Shit he must be a boxer, or a martial artist or something. There was really no other excuse for a man to be that ripped.

You chewed your lip as your eyes slowly trailed up his body, drinking in his statuesque form to finally arrive at his face framed with shaggy raven hair.

Fuck he is really hot too.

The man, although sexy, looked intimidating as hell as he towered over you.

You winced as you thought you were in for it with his response and you started to already form an apology in your head.

But instead of anger the man just looked down at you with amused knowing eyes as he allowed you to ogle him.

He also wore an insanely devious smirk, his scar pulling up at the corner of his mouth.

“Heh.”

From that point things were a bit of a blur as he snatched up and downed your shot of tequila, grabbed your arm and led you away to the back with you barely having time to grab your purse.

You only registered what was happening once your back hit the cold tile of the bathroom wall and saw this sexy mysterious man lower himself to his knees before you.

His large muscular hands trailed all over your body, never leaving you.

"W-What are you doing!?"

You didn't know what to think, this was all happening so fast.

Was this intimidating but sexy as fuck man that you just met, yelled at and didn't even know his name, about to eat you out!?

"Heh, I’m answering your question, mamas."

The man spread your legs at the ankles, not even bothering to lift up the skirt of your dress. Choosing instead to just stick his head right up in there, letting the fabric drape over him.

"Wait at least tell me your na–"

Your sentence was cut short as you gasped at the sensation of his nose pressing into your clit through your black laced panties.

The man wiggled his nose against your clit like he was giving it eskimo kisses. He then salaciously took a huge whiff of your scent through his nostrils and puffed out the large exhale of warm moist breath directly over your cunt sending tingles through your body.

"Fuck, who wouldn’t want to taste this sweet slutty cunt?"

He mumbled, making the comment more to himself than you but your legs still shook slightly from the vulgar compliments and vibrations of his voice in your pussy.

You were practically purring now. You could feel the surge of heat and need rushing over your body spreading out from your core.

Especially now as his tongue was dragging up the thin lace of your panties and stopped to suck at your clit through the textured material.

It felt absolutely wild.

“F-Fuck!”

You moaned loudly and quickly covered your mouth with your hand.

His hands slid up your dress to roughly dig into your hips and pull your pelvis more forward as he smashed his face into your cunt.

Your last bit of reason was telling you to stop him. You didn’t know him at all and what if someone walked in and saw you both?

However, once you feel the man’s mouth grab the hem of your panties and drag them down your legs to remove them by his teeth alone, your common sense was discarded as well.

You exhaled as you threw your head back in resignation, missing how he slyly pocketed your black lace panties once he finally had them off of you. He would be taking those with him.

You looked down at him as he rose up again, pulling up your dress. He placed a chaste kiss on the mound of your now completely exposed pussy as you squirmed in excitement under him.

“Y’er gonna be a good girl f’er me n’ do what I say, so I can eat this slutty pussy out the way she deserves, eh?”

The cocky smirk on his face never left and he reached both hands around to grasp both your plump ass cheeks, kneading them and enjoying the way your soft flesh squeezed through his fingers.

“Y-Yeah, uh-huh, I’ll be good. I p-promise.”

You breathed out those words too rapidly causing you to realize how needy and desperate you sounded. Your hips involuntarily bucked towards him and you became pliant in his hands.

God, you were nearly begging him with your entire body at this point.

But the fact was you would be begging him anyway if for some reason he found some good sense and decided this was all way too crazy to be happening right now.

Fortunately for you, you apparently stumbled on the fairy fucking godfather of pussy eating appearing seemingly out of nowhere and who clearly didn’t give a single fuck as to where he was.

His eyes looked crazed and his grin widened at your consent. He released your cheeks to roll up your dress further.

He gave it to you, but not for you to hold with your hands but with your mouth.

“Bite down on this f’er me, yeah? Heh, wouldn’t want to draw a crowd from your screams.”

Of course he is arrogant too.

You rolled your eyes but were obedient. You were too caught up in the thrill of what was happening to disobey him and have him stop.

You bit down on the bunched designer fabric.

“That’s a good little slut f’er me.”

He mockingly praised you and gave an abrupt slap to your ass.

You whimpered around the fabric.

You really didn’t understand why you just couldn’t use your hands though, but you soon found out as he threw both of your legs over his shoulders.

Your hands were needed to brace yourself, that much became obvious to you as they flew to the wall behind. You grasped for any kind of stability you could find on the slick tile so you wouldn’t topple over.

His strong wide hands wrapped around your thighs and brought your dripping core closer to his face.

A barely audible ‘Itadakimasu’ was all the warning you got before you felt his flat heavy tongue dig into your cunt.

“S-Shiiiiiiiiit!”

Exploring your pussy like uncharted territory he took his time to lap, slurp and swirl his way through, roaming in the intoxicating folds of your cunt. A fast learner, he noted what made your body twitch, your leg shake or an extra hitch in the deep moans that escaped you through the fabric in your mouth.

Wanting to hear you scream, he swiped his canine over your clit before he traced his tongue over the bud and sucked hard.

Mission accomplished as your muffled scream came through the fabric of your dress and a hand of yours left the wall to find purchase in his hair, pulling on it hard.

He growls into your pussy with approval when he feels the harsh tug on his black strands and continues working you over, pulling all sorts of vulgar noises from you as he slobbers and spits into your cunt.

The man was fucking nasty the way he devoured you like it was his last meal on death row.

“S-so, close-ahh!”

Your muffled voice told him but the man could already tell by the way your thighs had enclosed around his head, twitching against him while suffocating him deeper into your core.

The tension that wound itself into a coil in your stomach reached his limits and it finally broke when you felt his canine swipe against your clit a second time.

Your cries choked out as they clumsily made their way out of your mouth still stuffed with your drool soaked dress.

You quivered and gushed into his mouth, eyes rolling back and your other hand found its way into his hair. Wrenching his locks in between your manicured fingers as if you intended to scalp him from how hard you were twisting.

That only served to encourage his efforts however as he slurped up your juices more fiercely. You clawed at him to release you but you might as well had steel around your body as neither his bulky muscular arms nor thick head budged.

Fuck its too much!

Finally pulling black with a pop he smacked his lips and exhaled an ‘ahhh’ as if he was taking a pause from stuffing himself with a delicious meal.

“This cunt is so fucking creamy, need some more of ‘er.”

You shook your head as tears welled in your eyes at the sight of him salivating over your puffy pussy lips glistening with the combined fluids of your cum and his spit.

“Mm, you want me to stop? But she doesn’t want me to.”

His thick tongue flattened to take painfully slow licks over your slit, the man’s fierce green eyes never leaving yours as they flared with primal urges.

You never had someone aggressively eat you out like this, not to mention actually enjoy it this much.

This man was fucking insane.

“Let’s ask this slutty pussy what she want’s, eh?”

The man tilted your pelvis up, lifting your lower back off the wall so he could move close to your hole that was fluttering, shamelessly clenching around nothing.

“See that, ma? She’s winking at me, inviting me in. How can I say no?”

He sounded absolutely unhinged as he slowly extended his tongue to push up into you.

Your muffled sobs were drowned out by the erotic squelching sounds of your cunt echoing off the tile walls.

He accelerates you to the point of overstimulation with such vigor that you easily cum on his tongue again for a second time.

This time your legs trembled more violently and your heels dug into his back causing him to grunt deeper into your pussy. The sharp digging of your heels into his back did nothing to discourage him as his tongue fucked further into your hole without mercy.

All you could do was wither in his clutches as he rolled his tongue inside you throughout the high of your second orgasm.

You were panting and your jaw became slack as you slowly lost the ability to hold your dress in your mouth any longer. Releasing it along with a well of drool that once freed, overflowed down the corners of your mouth to drip down your neck and chest along with your tears.

“One more mama, I know this slutty pussy can give me that at least... Tch, and take off that dress if ya ain’t gonna hold it, ya? Let’s see those pretty tiddies, eh?”

The man’s distasteful and outright crass words should have turned you off.

But his filthy tongue not only drains you of your juices but also any kind of restraint or decency you had left. His brash words only make you all the more aroused.

Obeying him once more, you rid yourself of the dress pulling it up and over your head, not caring where it landed.

You would rather it off than in your mouth anyway. Opting to not wear a bra with this dress you were now naked save for your heels.

“Nice tits.”

You rolled your eyes as his crass compliment but wore a small grin yourself as you playfully shook your shoulders allowing them to jiggle down at his face.

He chuckled at your display but his voice quickly turned devious again.

“Make sure y’er holding on tight this time, eh?”

You strengthen your grip on his raven locks but you still weren’t prepared for when he rose up off the ground entirely to stand, completely shouldering your weight.

“ACK!!”

The altitude change wasn’t something you expected. He held you up off the wall like you weighed nothing to him and although you felt secure around the lower half of your body, an arm still flailed around for balance.

Thankfully, you discovered you could hold on to the pipes that hung from the low ceiling yet it creaked as you held on.

Shit, you hoped it would hold.

Seeing you secure yourself the man wasted no time enveloping your cunt with his hot mouth. The gravity of your weight pushing down your core on his mouth had him more needy for air and you felt the pulses that rocked through you from his rough exhales with fervor.

“Fuckfuckfuck!”

It proved to be much more difficult to keep your cries of pleasure contained. But you bit your lip to try to suppress yourself into a whine instead of a scream.

Although that all went to shit once you saw the reflection of the two of you in the dirty floor to ceiling bathroom mirror.

You could still clearly see your forms and the way you looked. Your face completely blissed out, sweating and panting as the mad man did everything but rest while he was between your legs, circling and suckling as if he personally challenged himself to drain all the fluids from your body.

You tighten your hold on the pipe and experimentally roll your hips forward and your other hand, threaded behind his head through his thick hair pulls him closer as well.

“G-God-f-fuck-shiiiiit!”

You didn’t care who the fuck heard you this time, as you watched yourself in the mirror thrust your hips forward to fuck deeper into his face, building up a rhythm.

Your tits bounced up higher with your back arched as your mouth hung open spilling out curses, cries and moans alike. The scene was better than a porno, so hot, so feral, you half wished someone was recording this.

Absolutely loving the thought of you losing yourself to his depravity and you taking on a more aggressive role, the man growled with approval once more into your cunt as his tongue continued to unravel you.

Your movements became more frantic as you could feel your third and most intense orgasm yet approaching. He eagerly relinquishes more control to you as he allows you to grind his face farther into your pussy.

You shuddered as you felt a shock of electricity wreck your entire being, assaulting all of your senses with the feeling of pure ecstacy. Your toes ached from the intensity of their curling in your heels and your mind only filled with the sounds of the sloppy gurgling noises from the man below you literally being smothered by your cunt as you rut into him.

It wasn’t just the cheap fluorescent lights of the bathroom eye-level with you when white filled your vision and you felt yourself release to convulse and squirt all over the man’s face.

If you weren’t holding onto the pipe above for dear life, you’re sure you would have fallen.

After a few moments the man easily shifted his hold to your waist and brought your feet back to touch the ground. However, you were still more than a bit shaky and a few steps backwards had you bumping into the wall and sliding down to the floor.

Your fluids leak out into a small puddle on the ground between your sticky thighs.

The man whose name you still didn’t know slicked his hair back into place as he glanced down at you, disheveled and heaving on the floor.

“Gochisosama, mama.”

He smirked even with his face completely drenched with your nectar. He brazenly circled his tongue around his lips and corners of his mouth to greedily lap up any of you remaining that he could before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Name’s Fushiguro. Toji. Heh, and yeah ma as ya now know, I do eat pussy.”

You gave a weak chuckle at that but your eyes were glossed over and you were fading a bit. You can’t recall the last time you came that hard at all, let alone from just getting your pussy ate.

“Now, I gotta question, ma.”

Your body, still vibrating with the aftershocks of your intense orgasm has left you non-verbal so you simply nodded your head for Toji to continue.

Toji crouches down to your level which reveals his monstrous and fully bricked cock straining through his sweats.

Your eyes widen when you see it and you knew then everything about this man named Toji Fushiguro was fucking ridiculous, in both size and demeanor.

Lifting your chin so you could look him directly in his eyes, Toji slid his thumb over on your bottom lip.

The appendage bullied its way past your lips and pressed down on your tongue. Your mouth opened wide and he inspected you like he was a doctor examining the back of your throat.

Pleased with what he saw, Toji gave you a shit eating grin.

“You swallow kids?”

© ʙʟᴋᴋɪᴢᴢᴀᴛ 2023. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ ꜰɪᴄꜱ, ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ, & ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.

a/n: Istg I'm working on part 2 of Werewolf!Toji but theres no pussy eating in that and he needed to eat some pussy today. I deserve that and y'all deserve that too.

So here. Come and let our feral hunger feast together as Toji feasts on us.

11/4: a quick afterthought of what happened next.

Reblog to spread the depravity as everyone needs to have this crazy ass header pop-up on their timeline lmfao. But likes and comments are appreciated all the same!

tags of depravity please don't send me away for this one: @callm3senpaii @ryomens-vixen

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selineram3421 · 18 days

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*sleepy*

Courting Pursuit

Part 2

Part 1

Alastor X Deer Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ gender neutral (gn) reader, mule deer reader, assuming Alastor is a marsh deer, Spanish translated, stalking-Vox, cussing, implied/suggestive, italics=thoughts, ha..watch out for the end ⚠

You continued to act affectionate towards him.

Even the others noticed and most of them would often ask you to do their work if it was related to him.

Niffty doesn't care and does her work as usual.

The thing is, you don't mind one bit and take up the work.

"Hola Alastor.", you'd greet him every time.

Today you were helping someone else, Husk to be exact, putting away some bottles in storage.

And then he heard that obnoxious voice of the sad excuse of an entertainment performer through his radio next to the television shop, Vox.

"Top of the hour! Today I have a special little treat for you, though the image is sadly glitched out, you can still see what is going on in the photo.", he says. "It's the Radio Demon, receiving an affectionate peck on the forehead from another deer!"

What a creeper. Alastor rolled his eyes and waited for the perfect moment to jump in and make the flat headed piece of tech look like a complete fool.

"From the looks of things, Alastor has a fuck buddy.", the TV demon grinned. "Wouldn't be surprised if he was taking it from behind.", he laughed and continued to rant on about innuendos like an idiot.

Turning a few knobs and flipping some switches, the Radio Demon was live.

"Salutations!", he greeted his listeners. "What an interesting start to the day! An overly cocky man acting like a news anchor when he doesn't have all the facts!", his smile widens. "For a demon asking his viewers to trust him, it's quite bold that he so blatantly lies to their faces."

"That's bullshit! I only provide the best-"

"Vox is so insecure and craving for attention from a powerful Overlord like myself, it's obvious that he's jealous.", Alastor laughed.

"Am fucking not you old timey prick-!"

"Why would he make such an announcement if not for that? Its clear to me that he wants someone to focus on him all the time.", he chuckles. "No wonder he always something new on his screens. But they lack so much that he has to resort to childish news broadcasts to seem important."

"Childish!?"

"As for the demon in the photo, that is a hotel guest and they do not understand English that much. There was a misunderstanding in translation and well..I'm not allowed to kill hotel guests.", then his voice switches. "This does not mean that I will let such an action pass, I will do something mμc# ￦θrs€ than death."

"You lying piece of shit! Tell me them the truth!"

"I should announce that the Hazbin Hotel has its doors open for all sinners who want a shot at redemption! Try to climb your way out of this fiery inferno, some might try to drag you back down, or you'll have trouble all on your own trying to redeem yourself! Anything is possible!", he put in his two bits for advertising the hotel. "And with that my wonderful listeners, I shall bid you all adieu~"

He switched on some jazz, not wanting to hear anymore of Vox's whining.

Something still irked him however..

Perhaps I should pay Rosie another visit. He thought. This time without them knowing.

As soon as he walked through the door of the emporium, his friend waved him over and pointed to her office, letting him know that she'd be there soon.

Once entering the office, he sighed and sat on the couch, already tired of what else would happen later in the day. He didn't want any other unnecessary conversations.

Rosie entered the office not too long after, setting her hat aside as she closed the door.

"You won't believe the gossip I've stumbled across today. Betty, the one with the pooch, not the one with the scar. She-", the woman started but then took notice of his mood. "What's wrong? You look worn out already."

"I don't know what to do with them. Vox, that piece of shit tech, has already made comments but I already put him in his place.", he sighed and ran a hand down his face.

"I heard.", Rosie let out a short laugh.

"The deer is still doing things, not as bold as the first time but I don't want them near me. It's-", he growled and made a choking motion with his hands.

"If it's bothering you that much, you know you can tell them to stop.", she says.

He looks up at her with a wide eyed stare.

She dead pans.

"Alastor. You know you can tell them to stop. Right?"

"The thought hadn't crossed my mind.", he simply says.

"Oh for crying out loud-!", she tosses a pillow at him. "You are unbelievable! Go and speak your mind! You've never had a problem with it before!"

She was right. Why had he been so bothered about something like this?

He should have spoken up about it from the start.

It was late when he returned to the hotel. The lobby was empty and he could only assume that everyone had long been asleep. Walking to the dining room, he spots the kitchen light on.

Angel is probably making an abomination of a hangover cure- He thought and opened the door, only to find the mule deer leaning against the counter half asleep.

You perk up when noticing him.

"Bienvenido. Hice la cena y te guardé un plato.", you wave and smile. (Welcome back. I made dinner and saved you a plate.)

"What are you doing up at this hour? Granted, it is Hell and there are barely any rules around here, sleep is still important.", he says as you pick up a plate covered with tin foil.

Taking off the foil, you give him a plate of food.

Your fingers brush against his, making him flinch back and drop the plate, causing it to shatter on the floor with a loud crash.

Instead of focusing on the mess, you looked at him with worry.

"¿Estás bien? No estás herido, ¿verdad-?", you reach out to him but he smacks your hand away. (Are you alright? You're not hurt, are you-?)

"Don't touch me.", he hisses out. "I am not comfortable with your advances, so I advise you to stop NOW before I tear you apart and make you into tomorrow's dinner."

With that you took a step back.

"No quería incomodarte. Me detendré. Perdóname por no tener en cuenta tus sentimientos.", you muttered and looked away. (I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. I will stop. Forgive me for not taking your feelings into account.)

Alastor didn't bother trying to translate your response in his head, just walking around you and to the door.

"Lo siento.." (I'm sorry..)

He heard you whisper as he walked out of the kitchen, leaving you alone.

With a sigh, you kneeled down and began to clean the mess.

Sad times means cookies.

~Seline, the person.

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hi Cha!! i was just thinking about Kid (it's part of my daily routine at this point) and how hot he would've look like when he's focused on a particular project in his workshop 🥵 so i was wondering if i can request for Kid getting pampered by reader after literally locking himself in his workshop and working non stop all day because that man deserves all the love and attention 🥹 of course no pressure at all! hope you're having a lovely day 😘💖

-🌱

KIDD; pampering kidd after a tired day

wc: 760

warning/s: none, gn!reader, fluuuuff, minor sexual innuendos like 5%

"still working?" you snaked your arms around his neck, peeking to see what he's working on. "can't it wait for tomorrow? look, your shoulders are stiff." you stood upright to massage his back gently, feeling him relaxing into your touch with every pressure you apply.

"don't go too hard, aye? shit hurts." kid grunted lowly, leaning his head to your stomach. "why you still up?" he looked at you with tired eyes.

"couldn't sleep." you reached over wipe grime off his face with your hanky.

"just a little more and i'll stop. crew's been needing their gear fixed." he picked up the wrench once more, cracking his neck to get started again.

you let go of him to not get in the way of his work but he pulled you to stay. "where're you going?" he looked up again, hopeful eyes for you to not go.

a soft smile crept across your face, you held his face tenderly in your hands. "i thought i might get in the way so..."

"pft shut it, says who? sit here." he tapped on the space between his legs. "plenty of space 'ere you wouldn't be so much as a bother."

you blinked at him before doing so. you hesitantly sat down only to be pulled closer, his legs tightening on either side of yours and his bare torso pressing on your back. "why? you shy about it?" he said pressing cheeks with yours.

"maybe if you stop flirting and start finishing things up we would be resting now." you rolled your eyes, clasping your hands atop your lap.

kidd snickered, pressing his lips together and opted to shut up as much as he wants to fuck with you; he sees how tired you are and he too wants to hit the sack.

silence soon enveloped the room, a comfy one. only the periodic metal clangs were heard. you silently observe what he's doing, he was tightening some bolts and magneting some tools across the room in a jiffy.

you soon watched how skillful he worked by the way his gaze was sharp and how he was utterly focused. you moved a little to the side to get a good look at him, alternating between his eyes and lips.

"you're starin'." a grin adorned his pale, scarred face. "just a little more, love. you'll have me all to yourself." you looked away, face heating up.

soon enough he finished. you wasted no time grabbing his hand and leading him to the bathroom.

"get naked." you commanded, locking the door and crossing your arms.

"oh," kidd let out a mischevious chuckle. "i like this side of you."

"don't get any wrong ideas, okay? i plan to wash you up, that's all." you rubbed your arm, a blush creeping on your cheeks as you avoided his gaze.

kidd stared for a while before taking his garments off. he sat down the bath where you ran water for him. you grabbed a stool beside the tub as you carried a caddy of bath essentials, mostly yours.

"'m gonna smell like strawberries tonight, huh?"

you start off by rubbing his torso with a loofah and foamy soap while he rambles about his day, mostly telling you about jargons in his metalworks. you were just listening and he didn't mind at all, he just needed to ramble because he hasn't had any contact for a long time this day since he voluntarily locked himself in his workshop.

when you got to his hair that's when he shutted up. he always enjoyed how you massage his head, how your fingers dig by his scalp in the most stimulating way possible. you'd end up complaining how your hands'll get tired for him to stop requesting for you to keep going.

once he's all rinsed up, you'd get a towel to dry his hair off. and when you are finally done with him, he'd grab your waist and kiss you by the forehead as he mumbled a 'thanks' on your skin. he'll invite you to go to bed and sleep afterward.

you'll know that he'll be begging to get spooned, his muscles were sore and your embrace somewhat made them less miserable. you'd caress his thick, crimson hair that was handsomely messy and down, the scent of his shampoo lulling you to sleep while he continued to ramble. he'll slowly realize when you become quiet and you started snoring.

"tch, now you beat me to it." kidd whispered, "sorry for keeping you up, baby. i really needed that pamperin' though, love you."

hello bbyyyy 🌱 thanks for the request! this is really simple i hope i delivered?? 🥺

aaaaah finally right

so sorry for the delaaayy i really had no idea and no drive how to post for kidd requests or his hcs in general 😭 i'm too lazy to do so?? i hope this one could make u guys smile at least <3 wasn't really my best rn

also for the anon who's waiting for the law hc, i promise i'll get it done as soon as i think of a witty way to construct it. it's a reaaaally good request that i wanna write for buuuuut i just dk how ffs 😫

thank u for being patients bbys 🫶

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silantryoo · 20 days

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BONUS [ LIKEALOOK ] — goodbye, my danish sweetheart.

yoo jimin, third year

WARNINGS; objectification, outing, mentions of homophobia, mentions of sexual acts, self-sabotage, cheating, mentions of coercion, power imbalance, victim blaming (2.5k)

yoo jimin hasn't looked in a mirror since alex had left the team.

her best friend, the girl that she trusted, slept with the girl she loved. she didn't care whether or not alex was drunk, whether it was before anything went down between her and yeji.

she knew how jimin felt, how yeji was there for her during her injury, how much their captain helped her. jimin had even told alex how her stomach fluttered whenever she and their captain talked, and how her heart seemed to combust at the thought of yeji visiting her at the hospital.

alex should've known.

"she left the team."

a string of words, one of which should've given her a sense of relief. she longed for the euphoria, and the heavy weight from her chest lifted. jimin thought she would finally breathe the clean air she had desperately wished for.

it was poison, fire and acid mixed and poured down her throat. her lungs burnt, scarred as she struggled to breathe.

it was not only the air, but everything she touched. every surface - steel, metal, skin - seemed to bubble under her corrosive touch. all of the things she touched enveloped in the concoction that plagued her being.

guilt.

jimin had never felt as angry as she ever did. the lava that laid dormant inside her body could no longer sit still. everything had led up to the destruction of her and those around her.

alexandra baek was yoo jimin's best friend.

she knew her secrets, the lengths the younger girl would go to just to hide them. the things the younger volleyball player kept behind a locked door, she willingly let jimin have access to. it was eerily similar, the terror of disappointment shrouded alex the same way it did jimin.

jimin knew her weaknesses, all of them, even the ones that would ruin the younger girl's life.

"why is alex avoiding you?" aeri scrolled through her phone, and jimin could see her reading their texts over. "did you threaten her or something?"

threaten? no, jimin did much worse.

"i didn't."

aeri huffed, clearly not pleased with her answer. she thought this stupid feud would blow over. jimin cherished the younger girl, much like a sister.

she wouldn't throw that away for anyone, much less yeji.

"look, i know the whole thing with yeji is shit right now," aeri started, mentally noting the understatement. "and you're probably pissed at her for leaving the team, but she needs you right now."

jimin closed her eyes, picturing the creature she found staring back at her a few weeks ago. the one with soulless eyes, void of guilt, of compassion. dark brown eyes that only burned rage.

it was her father's eyes in her own.

"jimin..."

she didn't know why she felt like that, why it felt so good to finally erupt, to cause harm and hurt others the way they hurt her.

she was still a good person. jimin knew she had to be. this was just a momentary slip. it was just an accidental mishap.

"jimin." aeri sighed. "her parents found out."

guilt.

she knew.

she was the one who told the baek's about their daughter's fling. jimin had heard the slurs that were thrown over the phone, damning their own child for the things she felt.

she knew, she did it.

shin yuna was getting prettier each day.

she couldn't help but notice how the younger girl seemed to shine on court as of late. she liked the way yuna walk around like she owned the place, even though she clearly didn't. the way she silently smirked to herself whenever she got a kill lured jimin in.

it was like watching herself, without having to look at what she was becoming.

yeji glanced at her ace, grinning at the predatory look in her eye. it was refreshing to see jimin like this, void of morals and thinking only about what would please her.

it was only a matter of time.

"nice view?"

jimin recoiled, eyes harsh on her captain, watching her smirk. she hated how yeji seemed to think that the two of them were similar. of course, she found shin yuna attractive. it was shin yuna.

sue her for staring at yuna's legs.

jimin grumbled under her breath, walking away from yeji and sitting on the bench, near the others.

"bitch."

she couldn't believe that she dated that monster.

"that's odd." yuna stretched, and jimin felt a gnawing pit in her stomach. "yeji-sunbae's usually nice."

the girls in the vicinity glanced at her.

the yeji they knew was angry, hot-headed and rude. she'd rather rip your head off then say thank you for holding the door open. more often than not, yeji actually did yell at you for holding the door open.

"that's only because she wants to sleep with you, yuna." haewon shook her head, drinking from her bottle.

"you think so?" the freshman sat up, smiling coyly. "i mean, i am pretty hot."

jimin's eyes shot to yuna's smile, and she found herself clenching her jaw, biting back a hum of agreement.

what was she doing? she already had y/n. jimin didn't need more. maybe she craved more, but she would never ever cheat.

jimin calmed herself. finding one of her teammates attractive wasn't cheating. she didn't have any romantic feelings for the younger girl, anyway. it was just curiosity.

if jimin happened to imagine yuna in her bed from time to time, so what?

"that's not something to be proud of." chaeryeong muttered. she couldn't believe this was her crush's younger cousin. "that's like being happy a serial killer chose to kill you because you'd look pretty dying."

yuna shrugged. "and?"

"god." haewon could only sigh. out of everyone she's ever met, yuna seemed to be the most insane sane person. "i hope they don't make you captain next year."

jimin frowned, drowning them out as she took her shoes off.

she needed to stop letting yeji get to her. for as long as she's known her, yeji always pushed jimin's buttons. it was endearing at first, yeji claiming that she liked when jimin's eyebrows furrowed, how cute she looked when she frowned.

jimin didn't realize until now that yeji just liked pissing her off. she liked mentally tormenting her for some sick reason. the way the captain shoved her flaws in her face was to anger her, because it was funny.

it wasn't, and it never has been.

she didn't want to focus on yeji, not anymore. not when jimin had finally gotten the perfect girl, the girl that everyone had wanted.

l/n y/n.

she was adorable, caring in a way that jimin had never experienced. she'd constantly check on the older girl, asking about the little things that jimin didn't even think of.

the other day, y/n had even asked her if she ate. when jimin said no, she suggested that the two of them should go out together for food.

she had never experienced that type of care, considering yeji was her first and only relationship before y/n.

jimin glanced at wonyoung, sparing her a glare in which the younger girl returned by the tenfold.

jang wonyoung lucked out. it was a good thing jimin had managed to take what's rightfully hers.

"jimin-sunbae?" yuna asked, pulling jimin's gaze away from the heiress. "you took history of classical dance right?"

jimin nodded. "for my elective, yeah."

"do you have the notes?" yuna's voice sounded sweet, like a peach waiting to be eaten. "i have it this year and gaeul-sunbae refuses to give them to me."

"it's better to learn and write the notes yourself." gaeul muttered, putting on sweats over her shorts. "i told you, if you need help understanding the material after, i can help you study-"

"no." yujin tensed, her voice tight. her once expressive eyes turned firey as she looked at yuna. "i don't want yuna in our dorm. she might steal."

jimin rolled her eyes. yujin had been guarding gaeul like a dog since yeji managed to get her hands on the setter.

(she didn't understand how yeji could go from her to gaeul, considering the two were only similar in vulnerability.)

"i will not!" yuna whined, jimin's ears burning red. "maybe gaeul-sunbae's heart but-"

yujin paused, her body tense as she stood up from the bench. her fists were clenched, and her body language seemed to read pure rage, but jimin could see the way her lip quivered.

"excuse me?"

pain.

jimin had been feeling that recently, too.

"unnie," wonyoung muttered, tugging yujin's hand. jimin could see gaeul purse her lips, and it didn't take a genius to understand why. "sit down before gaeul-unnie scolds you."

yujin grumbled, begrudgingly sitting back down in between gaeul and wonyoung. the oldest of the three seemed down all of a sudden, and jimin wondered how gaeul could stand to be near wonyoung when all she did was take yujin's attention.

jimin hoped that one day, gaeul would wake up and face the horror that was jang wonyoung.

"i can give it to you tomorrow."

"i'll just drop by later." jimin froze. "my first exam's next week."

she didn't know why, but the thought of having yuna in her dorm set her skin on fire. jimin felt like she was suddenly lit by a match, her brain running wild.

she shook her head. jimin didn't need anything else but y/n. the volleyball player felt so emotionally fulfilled by the younger girl, even when their kisses felt empty and when y/n's words felt half-hearted.

"why'd you wait so long?" haewon knew that yuna was gonna bomb the test. "you're gonna fail at this rate."

still, it wouldn't hurt to urge aeri out, to make sure she spends the night with whoever the hell she meets at the club.

"yujin said that i have plenty of time to study."

besides, jimin didn't like yuna. nothing was going to happen.

she wasn't yeji, nor was she her father.

"yujin probably as a 0.1 gpa."

she wasn't a monster.

"i do not!"

even if her mirror told her otherwise.

the most painful thing about the divorce was watching her father leave.

he had gotten her a maroon luggage when she had accepted suma's offer. it was embezzled with a gold zipper, and a metal handle that gleamed against bright light. she took it with her on her first year, putting all her belongings snug inside. she used it to go back home, when her acl ripped in half and she could no longer play.

jimin had also watched it get taken away when her father packed in a rush, her mother crying on their bed begging him to stay, to love them instead of his mistress.

jimin knew if he did, she would have forgiven him.

staying was more important in the end.

a soft knock on the door rattled throughout jimin's empty dorm. she sat up, dressed in semi-decent clothes, breathable and easy to take off.

jimin reached for the door, opening it.

"sunbae."

nothing was gonna happen. she wasn't gonna cheat, especially not with yuna. jimin would never abuse her status, nor disregard her relationship like that.

but something burnt within her, something that resembled her father on a tuesday afternoon.

"yuna, hey." jimin could hear her voice echoing back in her ears, and she wasn't so sure why it sounded so... ravenous. "i left the notes on my desk. you can just grab them."

yuna nodded, her eyes trailing jimin's figure as she stepped inside. the room buzzed with a dull hum as jimin closed the door behind her, yuna walking up to her senior's desk.

jimin walked next to the younger girl, capturing her perfect side profile and ingraining it in her brain.

"how tall are you?"

there was a light in her eyes, something that jimin used to see in hers. it gleamed brightly, reflecting all yuna's wants of perfection, of hope - all of which jimin knew would amount to nothing.

she wanted to be the first one to crush it, to ruin it.

"i'm 169cm." yuna grinned, standing up a little straighter to brag. "my mom said i'm still growing though, so i'm hoping to reach 170cm next sem."

she didn't care about the consequences, not right now. jimin just wanted to break the mirror.

"your mom said that?" it was adorable how yuna seemed so pure with every intention, and jimin couldn't help but wonder if there was something more sinister underneath. "you're cute."

jimin grabbed the binder of notes, her fingertips brushing against the younger girl's as she handed it over.

yuna's eyes glazed over as she froze, and jimin couldn't hear anything but her heartbeat.

just like before, on the phone with the baek's, all she felt was power - an adrenaline rush that overrode her senses. she couldn't feel the pain, nor the guilt.

all she felt was a high like she was midjump, where her eyes were above the net, looking down at everyone who looked down on her.

jimin leaned it, her lips gently on yuna's.

yuna pulled back abruptly, a tug of confusion worming through the lust she felt. "i thought you were with someone."

jimin should've felt guilty. she should've snapped out of it and apologized, ushering yuna out and immediately sending an apology to y/n about what transpired.

"does that bug you?" she whispered, feeling her breath bounce back off of yuna's lips.

she couldn't find it in herself to care anymore, not when it felt this good.

"...no."

jimin deserved to feel good once in a while.

their limbs tangled as yuna lay naked, asleep on top of jimin.

the volleyball player stared at the ceiling, her mind whirling with the guilt that seemed to multiply with each breath her junior took.

jimin closed her eyes, tears falling from the sides of her face.

it felt good to have control, to watch someone wither and plead, begging her to instill whatever she wanted onto them. she liked the way yuna was under her, both metaphorically and physically. it gave her a high that no one, not even y/n could provide.

it was like ruining herself, punishing herself for everything wrong with her life.

still, the guilt managed to burrow its way through.

she wondered if y/n would react the same way as her mother, or if she would go run back to wonyoung, tears in her eyes as she cried and cried.

she couldn't let that happen,

besides, it wasn't actually cheating. jimin never once let yuna touch her. she would never let anyone but the girl she was with strip her power away from her.

even if she did, jimin would never think once about leaving y/n.

y/n was everything she wanted, in soul, body, and mind. she'd be stupid to ruin the trophy that she had worked so hard to win.

jimin wasn't her father. she wasn't going to leave. she was a good person, searching for good things in her life.

she shouldn't feel guilty. she had nothing to feel sorry for. jimin did nothing wrong. she couldn't have, otherwise, she was no better than her deadbeat father.

she wasn't her father. she couldn't be, she wouldn't let herself be.

jimin closed her eyes, drowning out the sound of yuna's breathing.

rage had consumed yoo jimin, and there was no turning back.

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dreamescapeswriting · 9 months

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Dirt Bikes and Bets ~ BC

WORD COUNT: 6.2k

PAIRING: Boy racer!Chan x Fem!Reader

GENRE: enemies to lovers, fast paced, first dates, first kiss, crying, arguing, cute, fluffy ending

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - July 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

Dirt filled the air around you as you let out a small cough, shaking your pom-pom free of all the dust that it was now caked in. Sounds of engines erupted around you as you stared around at all the different groups of people that had gathered at the tracks today and you smirked a little. You knew your brother was about to kick all their asses - as he usually would - and you couldn't wait to rub it into a certain someone's face later.

"Looking a little lost there, little lamb." The Australian accent sent shivers down your spine and all you wanted to do was throw something in the direction it came from, but you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of him knowing that he got on your nerves. Christopher, mother fucking, Bang. One of your brother's biggest rivals and the man that really annoyed you to the point where it should be illegal for you to be in the same space as one another. You turned around slowly to face him and you wanted to slap him for wearing such a smug look on his face. You knew why he was looking so proud of himself, that small "nickname" was the same one he'd given to you over a year ago now.

Things were dirty around you, you had no idea where your brother had run off to but you'd been determined to find him without stopping and asking anyone about it. It was your first race with your brother, and the two of you decided to do a whole tour of the country with the company that was sponsoring your brother. Why did he have to leave you in the car to come and find him alone though? The two of you had agreed to go together and yet he'd walked off the second he'd seen some brunette with a mini skirt on.

"You look lost, little lamb." A thick Australian accent came out and your legs practically became jelly as you turned around to see who it was coming from. A man stood in front of you, a helmet tucked under his arm as he glanced you up and down with a smirk on his lips. There was no denying just how hot this man was, black hair which was slightly long for him and thrown around in every which direction. A scar on his left eyebrow, that left a gap between the hairs, and his eyes could stare into your soul leaving you empty if he wasn't looking at you. The man was so hot he could melt butter with one look and you whimpered, trying to find your voice.

"Not lost," You mumbled, stepping to the side thinking that you must have been in his way but he didn't move, he just laughed dryly and stared at you shaking his head a little.

"Right. Chain bunnies don't usually stand down here," He grumbled, it took a minute for the words to fully register in your mind.

"What the fuck did you just call me?!" You yelled out as he started to walk away from you, scoffing as you stood in front of him and putting your hand on his chest to stop him from going anywhere. The look he was giving you, you could practically feel judgment dripping from it.

"I called you a chain bunny, or did I miss the memo where you guys go by a different name now?" He stared you down and you scoffed at him. He was probably the type to talk to girls like this all the time and enjoy watching them run away but he picked the wrong kind of girl to start with today. You weren't the shy and timid little girl that would run and cry the second she was called something nasty.

"Do I look like a fucking Chain bunny to you?" You questioned, folding your arms over your chest as you tried to control the way your heart was pounding against your chest. The last thing you wanted to do was to cause shit with someone at your brother's race track, but this guy was heading the right way for a punch.

"You all look the same to me," He laughed and you rolled your eyes at him and shook your head, there was no way you were going to stand here and take shit of some random stranger when he didn't know you.

"Had enough of them, have you? Fucking man whore." You grumbled, staring over at his shoulder and seeing your brother making his way over you smiled at him waving him over sooner.

"You ready?" Your brother questioned, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and bringing you into a small hug, you relaxed a little having him closer to you. At least the ass in front of you might calm down a little if he saw you clearly weren't a "chain bunny".

"You might want to tell your little groupie, that from now on, she's to stay in the back where she can't be spotted," Your brother's grip on you tightened slightly as he tried to keep himself under control, your blood was boiling by this point and you were holding back the urge to scratch his eyes out.

"Actually, she's my sister. Yn. Yn, this is Bang Chan," You knew the name as soon as it left his mouth, Christopher...The man that had gotten your brother into racing in the first place and it turned out he was a massive asshole. God, how had you not recognised him from all the press conferences your brother was constantly watching, not to mention all of the posters he used to have up around his old room.

"Sister? Hmm, does she come to every race?" Chan questioned, directing his question at your brother as if you weren't standing right there so you smirked, answering before your brother had the chance to.

"SHE's standing right here and yes I do," You mumbled staring at him as he stared at you, both of you staring back at one another like you were in a silent battle to see who would look away first.

"BOYS! Let's go!" A voice boomed out, Chris walked away first and you clenched your fists at your side trying to ignore the way he made you feel so angry.

"Such a pretentious ass," You hissed, shaking your head as you took in some deep breaths trying to calm yourself down.

"You don't like him?" Your brother asked sarcastically making you lightly shove him, as he let out a laugh and stumbled backwards slightly.

"He implied I was a groupie." You reminded him as he shook his head at you, he knew you must have said something back and he was dying to know what.

"What did you call him in return?" He smirked arching his brow at you as you folded your arms over your chest,

"I called him a man whore," Your brother erupted in laughter before shaking his head, kissing your cheek and rushing off to go and find his starting position.

"Not lost," You mumbled, glancing over your shoulder to see your brother already getting his bike ready for the final checks that the racing company were going to be performing. Every race was the same, the racers would bring their bikes for final checks by the company before they were placed into their positions. Sure, there were some other complicated matters but you didn't bother yourself with the ins and outs of everything.

"Shame, I would have loved to show you around," He whispered in your ear, his hand lingering on your back a second longer than it should have but you didn't cringe at the feeling of it and you hated yourself for it. How dare your body betray you the way it did whenever Chan was around you. The two of you didn't have a friendship with one another, in fact, you could only bare to be around him for so long before you'd want to run away from him.

"Get away from me," You hissed out, stepping away from his touch and dusting off your back as if he'd actually left "cooties" on you. The two of you were constantly facing off with one another, he thought he was better than he was and was convinced you were in love with him. Which couldn't have been further from the truth. You would bicker with one another all of the time but Chan took it as a silent crush that you had on him,

"We both know you love my hands on your body." He winked at you, his lips tugging up at the corners as he slowly realised what you were wearing. It was a short cheerleading outfit with your brother's bike number on the back, the colours all matching the black and red bike and it looked great. Though he couldn't help but imagine how much better it would look with his number splashed across your back,

"Did I enter an alternate universe? Or did that last bike crash fuck your head up that badly?" It was harsh to bring up the last race where Chan came off his bike but you knew it was the quickfire way to get him to shut up and leave you alone.

"I'm going to win this race for you baby," He told you as you scoffed at him. Ever since your brother had started the racing circuit Chan had always placed in second compared to your brother and he hated it but at the same time, he kind of loved it. Being able to race against your brother always gave him the chance to get on your nerves and wind you up a little.

"Please, you and I both know you'll never win against my brother," You smirked slyly at him and he chuckled a little, he had a new bike now which meant he was ready to push it to its limits and he was ready to try and push yours too.

"Care to wager against that, little lamb?" He chuckled, watching you as he knew you could never resist a bet when it came to your brother's racing. He'd already heard you make bets with other racers for the last few weeks,

"How so?" You quizzed, your eyebrow-raising as you looked at him suddenly very interested in what he was saying.

"If I win, I get to take you out, if your brother wins...I'll do whatever you want." Your ears picked up as you thought about it. There was no way Chan was ever going to be able to beat your brother, the last year had proved that exponentially and you smirked stepping closer to Chan. Your chest pressed against his,

"The moment you beat my brother I'll go out on a date with you, which...Will be never," You smiled sweetly, patting his chest before turning to walk away but his hand wrapped around your wrist gently and he tugged you into his chest. Your heart raced as you stared up at him, your body once again betraying you as you felt yourself getting weak being this close to him, but you didn't let it show, you hid it deep down.

"If I win, I get a date and you have to wear my colour and number at the next race," He looked down at you, his tongue darting across his bottom lip at the single thought of you in his colours. You pulled your hand free from his grasp and smirked at him, there was no way he was going to win and you could have fun making him do whatever you wanted when your brother beat him,

"Deal." You told him, shaking his hand as you laughed a little,

"Try not to crash and burn this time," You told him as you smirked, winking at him before walking in the direction of the stands, getting your camera ready for the moment your brother would crush Chan into the dirt.

Only the moment never came, your brother came in close second and Chan was first, not only was he first but he was making his way over to you instead of going to the winning podium.

"I'll pick you up at six tonight," He smirked, his eyes lingering on your body as you stared back at him, your chest felt like it was going to collapse in on itself. There was no way he should have beaten your brother,

"How did you win?" You questioned, throwing the pom-poms onto the floor and staring at him, waiting for some kind of explanation as to where this newfound race energy had come from. You knew he'd gotten a new bike but he couldn't have gotten it done to be better than the other bikes, it was cheating.

"I'm that good." He chuckled, glancing over his shoulder once his name was called, it was time for photos and he needed to be on the podium holding the small trophy and answering questions. But he couldn't resist the urge of getting to come over here and winding you up about the date he had with you that night.

"Bullshit. You cheated..." You accused and his smile dropped from his face. That accusation would get him into a lot of shit and he didn't need that, the last thing he would ever do was jeopardise his career with a chance of beating your brother. He'd won because he was better, simple as that.

"Baby. I don't cheat." He smirked at you, shrugging his shoulders as if he didn't have another care in the world.

"It must have been the sheer imagination of me getting to spend time with you that gave me the drive and determination to beat him." You were seething with anger, he must have cheated somehow and you stared over at your brother who was still all smiles as if he didn't care...Which he didn't. Racing had never been about winning for him, he still got paid as long as he finished in the top three and that was mostly all he cared about, that and getting to race which was what he loved to do.

"I hate you." You grumbled at him, making your way out from the stands and going in the direction of your brother, Chan hot on your tail as he walked behind you and chuckled.

"Now, now, baby girl, you're mine tonight. Wear something...Black," He'd already planned everything out he was going to do with you tonight and he wanted you to be dressed appropriately for it. Not to mention he was dying to see you in those black jeans you'd worn to the last press conference, God, he was still dreaming about them.

"You're going to tell me what to wear?" You questioned as he chuckled softly, nodding his head even if you couldn't see him right now.

"Jeans, maybe something flat on your feet. I would suggest a skirt but I'm not one to put out on a first date," He laughed dryly, rushing in front of you and going to stand on the top of the podium next to your brother,

"Good race, I look forward to the next one," Chan told your brother as they shook hands, both of them laughing among one another. While you and Chan didn't get along the best, he and your brother had quite the bond with one another which drove you slightly crazy. Especially when they would hang out in the hotel room together while you were there, you could always feel Chan's eyes on you and it drove you wild.

Maybe it was because you found him attractive and hated him that it drove you up the wall, or maybe it was the fact that you might have liked him...just a little but would never do anything about it. You'd made a vow after the last guy you'd dated that you would never date another racer for as long as you lived, and maybe even in your next life as well. They brought too much drama to the relationship, too much heartache and you weren't going to start falling for another boy just for him to rip you apart like the last one did.

"What is this place?" You questioned as a waiter took your jacket as well as Chan's, taking them away and leaving you both alone inside the gazebo alone. It was in the middle of some park that Chan had driven you both too, on the back of a real motorbike and not some dirtbike that he would race. To your surprise, he'd driven very carefully and made no comments about your arms being around his waist but this park was incredible. The wooden gazebo was lit up by fairy lights everywhere, inside was a single white table, with a dinner set up on top of it. It was like something straight out of a romance novel and you weren't sure what Chan's angle on this was going to be.

"A park, didn't you see the jungle gym area as we walked in?" He smirked, pulling out your seat and waiting for you to take a seat and as you did you stared at him.

"I mean, you could have taken me anywhere, made me do anything and you choice a romantic night under the stars?" You gestured around you, this wasn't something you would have imagined Chan doing and you could barely believe it was even happening as you were doing it now.

"What would you rather I have you do? Dirt bike racing as a date? Taking you fishing?" He laughed, sitting across from you, keeping his eyes on you the whole time. When he won he knew exactly what he wanted to do, he wanted to "woo" you and show you exactly the kind of man he was going to be if you were to take him seriously.

"No...I just-" You let out a small sigh as you looked at him, you probably shouldn't assume things about him.

"I didn't think this would be your kind of thing," You shrugged this time and Chan frowned, leaning on the table as he stared at you. He was interested to see what you really thought of him and tonight was the night he could try and get it out of you.

"What do you think my "thing" is, exactly?" Your mouth was suddenly dry and you shook your head.

"Bike guys, they like racing...they like going to car meets, they don't care what their date wants to do." Was it wrong to assume most of them were the same? Yes. But in your experience, 80% of them had been the same, except your brother who seemed like one of the decent racers...As far as you knew anyway. Chan stared at you for a couple of seconds, studying the way your face contorted as you spoke about other "bike guys" It was obvious someone had hurt you and the thought of it made his heart drop.

"Who did you date that was like that?" Your eyes snapped in his direction and you laughed dryly, playing it off as though it was nothing.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You mumbled, picking up the menu in front of you, noticing that it was a set course all of which happened to be your favourite meals and you frowned. How did he know all of this about you?

"You can bullshit your brother all you want, but I can tell. I read you like a book, Yn." Your eyes slowly looked back at him and you choose to be defensive about it, it was going to be the only way you were going to come out of this "date" without falling for him.

"You probably couldn't read a kid's book, Chris." You hissed out but the smirk on his lips only grew as he watched you. Tonight was going to be fun if you were going to continue to bite back at everything he said to you, something he loved doing with you. The bickering only drove his desire for you more intense and he adored getting to go back and forth with you.

"You're hot when you're mad at me,"

"You know what, I should just leave." You went to stand up, the chair dragging on the floor but you stilled as Chan stared at you with a darkened look in his eyes.

"We made a bet, baby girl, sit." You slowly sat back down, putting a napkin onto your lap as the first course was being bought out to the table and placed down in front of you before the waiter left without saying anything.

"You cheated, I know it." You mumbled, picking up the tiny fork and starting on the first course of food. Chan wanted to wipe that one thought out of your head and he would do anything to prove it to you, even if it meant taking you to see his bike and having someone inspect it to just prove it to you.

"I told you, it was the determination to get to spend a wonderful night with you. Something I've wanted for a long time," He said before putting some food into his mouth but you stilled as you thought about it. Why was he so intent on getting to go out with you? What was so special about him spending time with you?

"Why? Is there some bet with the guys to see who can get me to go out with them first? Or is it some bet to see who I will sleep with first?" Chan stared at you in silence,

"Someone really did a number on you. Is it that hard for you to believe I just wanted to get to know you? To maybe fall in love?" You laughed loudly at him, dropping your fork as you tried to calm yourself down.

"Love?" You questioned, sipping on the water as Chan eyed you up suspiciously, every girl he knew believed in love and wanted love to be everything that consumed them.

"You know the thing where two people feel so deeply for one another they can't even bear to be apart?"

"It's not real." You said plainly, shrugging your shoulders and continuing to eat your food but the statement made Chan be put off from all thoughts of food.

"You can't be serious. What makes you think that?" You looked down at the plate in front of you. None of it was real. It was something you used to believe in, until "love" had fucked you over too many times to count, you were sick of relying on something that was clearly not there.

"It's an attraction to one another," You told him, looking back at him and swallowing the nervous lump in your throat. You'd never explained it to anyone, only to yourself whenever you felt yourself getting attracted to someone again only to remind yourself of all the reasons it would never work.

"You get attracted to one another but once that attraction fades, the expectations fall and people start to hate one another because there's nothing else there," Chan was frowning the whole time as he listened to you speak, only someone who had been deeply hurt could have come to this conclussion about love and all he wanted to do was change your mi

and on everything you believed.

"Love is something that's made up to sell films, books and cards...Everything. Love is a business transaction, something that people buy into because they want to feel needed. It's not real." He blinked at you as you finally finished and you stared back at him,

"What?" You mumbled noticing that he was just watching you in complete silence. You knew it was stupid to give him the whole lecture but you needed him to know that there was never going to be anything between you.

"I'm going to prove to you, that none of that is true." He suggested, finishing the first course of food and waiting for you to do the same but you were giggling at the thought of him "proving you wrong." No one could change your mind about the fact that love was a facade.

"Chan, I would never fall "in love" with you," You told him, finishing your food and watching as the waiter came and took the plates away your eyes finding Chan's as he smiled warmly at you. Gone was the cocky man that thought you loved him and sitting in front of you was a warm smiling man who was going to make you feel better.

"You say that now, but we still have a whole night together yet, Princess," He told you but your heart had skipped a damn beat at the nickname and you stared away from him and shook your head.

"Nothing will ever happen between us."

The rest of the night was just as romantic as the dinner the two of you had, Chan took you to the pier to go and play some games where he could win you toys. Not to mention taking you to a photo booth to take plenty of photos with you. The two of you talked about everything and anything that came up and for a while, it started to feel as though you had a friend with you, instead of Bang Chan, a boy racer that had a player attitude.

"So who was it?" Chan asked as he spooned some ice cream into your mouth. It was pitch black outside except for the streetlight the two of you were standing under the outside of your hotel. It must have been almost two in the morning and you didn't even want to leave, which was shocking to you but you'd genuinely been enjoying your time with him. You knew what his question was about and you knew you weren't going to be able to avoid it forever so you let out a small sigh. The two of you had just driven back here when you noticed an ice cream stand was still open and it was your idea to eat together.

"A boy racer," You shrugged but he stared at you, feeding you more ice cream and shaking his head,

"I know that, but who?" He knew it had to have been a racer since that was who you held such a grudge against but he wanted names and numbers. He wanted to find the guy that had ruined the idea of love for you, he wanted to beat him to a pulp for hurting you.

"Why? What are you going to do? Beat him up?" You giggled, nudging him softly as he looked at you, his eyes scanning your face.

"Would that make you feel better if I did?" He reached his hand out, wiping some of the ice cream from your lip as you both stayed in silence, a small gasp leaving your throat when you felt some jolt of electricity from the contact of his hand.

"No." You laughed out, moving away from his touch and shaking your head. You weren't going to let yourself feel excited around Chan, this was all because of attraction, you needed to end this date right now and go home. The hotel was right there but yet you couldn't bring yourself to walk inside and get away from him, your body stayed near him as if you needed to be beside him all night.

"Besides...My brother already did. He isn't worth the time or energy to even think about anymore," You told him as you smiled weakly.

"And yet you waste time and energy on hating racers...hating on love," Chan stared at you as you moved away from him, folding your arms over your chest as you suddenly started to feel the cold air on your arms. Chan slid off his jacket and laid it over your shoulders.

"Because love isn't real, Chris." You stared up at him, he was centimetres in front of you and you could feel his breath on your face.

"You feel nothing for me?" He questioned, leaning closer to you, your faces so close you could practically smell the ice cream you'd been sharing with one another,

"N-Nothing." You stuttered out as he leaned closer, your eyes fluttering shut as your heart began to race against your chest. Butterflies exploded inside of your stomach and you hated how badly your body wanted him despite your heart knowing how much it hurt at the end of it all.

"Then why is your heart racing? Is your breath more shallow? You like me Yn, admit it..." He told you as he placed a small and gentle kiss on your cheek, pulling away as he stared at you trying to come to terms with what happened.

"You're wearing my colours and number tomorrow...Remember," He watched you and smiled. He wasn't going to kiss you tonight, he was going to leave you wanting him, craving him and most of all he was going to make you realise just how badly you wanted him.

"What?" You stuttered out, finally coming back to reality as you realised he was making his way back to his bike, watching you as you stayed in place just watching him. He was in a hotel down the road and he knew you could get to your hotel safely from here, but he would still watch until you went into the building he would never leave you vulnerable.

"For the next race and if I win...I get a kiss and you can tell me then that you feel nothing." He revved his engine before sliding on his helmet, you slowly turned on your heel and made your way to the building turning to look at him as he watched you disappear into the building.

Why was your heart still racing when you weren't near him? The thought of being with him made your whole heart sing and you hated her for betraying you like this. She knew exactly what it was like to be broken and here she was whoring herself out to the bike racer that threw himself at her. No. You weren't going to play into it, you weren't going to play into his games.

When the race had started Chan hadn't seen you anywhere in sight and again when the race had ended. Were you sick? It wasn't food poisoning, the two of you had eaten the same thing and he was perfectly fine this morning. As soon as he'd come across the finishing line in first place he'd hoped to see you waiting for him in his number and colours but you were nowhere in sight.

"Chris! Get your ass on the podium now!" His manager screamed out as Chan searched through the crowd that was congratulating him on his recent win, including your brother.

"Where's Yn?" Chan asked panicked, looking at your brother who was looking a little lost. He'd known about your date together since he'd been the one to help Chan plan it all. He thought Chan and you would be good together, even going as far as to try to put you together multiple times.

"She said she was staying home tonight, something about not feeling right?" Chan's smile dropped and he looked at his phone, he'd texted you that morning but it had been left on read which wasn't filling him with the most confidence. Had everything been in his head last night? Did you not feel the way he thought you did?

"Can I borrow-" Before Chan could finish asking for the hotel room key your brother was already holding it out for him and smirking.

"Go and surprise her, I didn't lose both races on purpose for nothing." Chan nodded and sprinted in the direction of his actual bike, ignoring the pleas of his manager to come and finish the photo ops.

Tears were filling the pillowcase as you cradled it into your chest, you'd barely stopped crying since you woke up that morning. Everything from the night before played in your mind as you thought about your date with Chan and the way you were feeling for him. It hurt to imagine being with him, you wanted it more than anything in the world but you couldn't deal with the hurt if it all went wrong.

"If I'd known I'd find a crying Princess I would have bought tissues," You shot up in the bed to see Chan staring back at you, he was still wearing his racing clothes and he appeared to be panting heavily.

"What are you doing here?" You grumbled, wiping your eyes as you tried to act as though you hadn't been sobbing but it was obvious that you had been. Even a blind person would be able to tell you'd been crying all morning,

"I came to get my prize." He threw his helmet down onto the sofa that was inside of your room and he knelt on the bed in front of you. You slowly knelt up and swallowed the lump in your throat. Did he beat your brother again?

"You won?" You sniffed as he nodded, his hand softly cupping both your cheeks in his hands as he used his thumb to wipe away the tears that were falling in front of him. The last thing he wanted was for you to cry over him.

"I did."

"And now you want a kiss." You remembered his statement from the night before, god, kissing him had been all you could think about the night before, even creeping into your dreams.

"And to tell me you feel nothing." He knew you wouldn't be able to, but he needed you to know it was an option, he wasn't going to force you to say you felt something if you truly didn't.

"Chris..."

"Just kiss me," He whispered, your faces inches away from one another before you slowly kissed him. At first, it was nothing but then all at once it was like something had exploded inside of you, fireworks, electricity, you felt everything all at once. Your arms slowly made their way to rest on his shoulders as you pulled him closer to you, your fingers sliding into his messy hair as you pressed yourself against him. The kiss deepened as you relaxed against him, a whimper leaving your lips. This was everything you could have imagined and more, everything the books wrote about and you hated that.

"Now...Now tell me you felt nothing," He told you as you slowly pulled away from one another. Your fingers touched your lips as you stared at him, shaking your head.

"I-I can't..." You whimpered, tears welling up in your eyes but he wasn't going to let you cry anymore.

"Because you felt something for me," He whispered, slowly pulling you into him again and looking down at you,

"I feel the same way too." He told you, pressing a simple kiss to your forehead as you let out a small whine.

"I'm scared, Chris." You admitted as you both sat down on the bed, your head coming to rest on your shoulder as he took your hand into his. His fingers slowly draw small invisible patterns onto your skin,

"I've got you, little lamb, I won't let anything happen to you."

"How do you know it'll work?" You questioned, your mind racing with everything that could go wrong but he tightened his grip on you.

"I don't...But I believe it will, I will make it work to the best of my ability." He knew you were going to try and talk yourself out of it and it was going to be his job to put your mind at ease.

"What if everything goes wrong?"

"I'll make everything right." He smirked cockily and you shoved against his chest.

"Do you have an answer for everything?"

"Yes." He smirked before you kissed him again softly.

Nothing was ever easy but Chan had kept to his word about making everything work and you had too. The two of you were two years going strong and the "Love" word had come up more times than you could count, something you'd eventually been able to say to him.

"I told you I could beat you," Chan told your brother as you placed the food down in front of them both, rolling your eyes as they began to debate their winnings together. It had come to light that your brother had let Chan win just so the two of you would date but even after that, Chan seemed to still win on occasion something the two of them would bicker about.

"I let you win." Your brother grumbled even though it wasn't true. On the final lap of the race, your brother had slid into a mud patch throwing off the game and he came dead last because of it.

"Erm, no you didn't. Babe, tell him he didn't let me win this one." You smirked at them both,

"You two can fight over it among each other. I'm going to eat my food in peace." You giggled before Chan tickled your sides and the boys continued to bicker back and forth with one another about everything that had happened that day and you smiled to yourself. As much as you hadn't used to believe in love, it was obvious to you now that it was real and you felt it, truly madly and deeply for your little boy racer.

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tearsofastraeax · 4 months

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May I request a petite reader who sees Ghost drinking and wants to have some too, but gets rejected by something like “Kids shouldn’t drink”, so they compete with him that whoever becomes intoxicated first needs to listen to the other’s request. Ghost is confident at first but reader drinks him under the table. TYVM!

This was so fun to write, thank you for your request 💖

pairing: ghost x reader tw: alcohol use word count: 1.3k

You were out at the pub with a couple of your friends when you saw him. Sitting all by himself at the bar, tucked into the corner and hidden away by shadows. You could hardly make out his face as you watched him, but what you did see were broad shoulders and thick arms. He looked so mysterious and so ... intoxicating it was hard to take your eyes off him.

All throughout the night you felt your gaze wandering to him, nursing on his beer in silence. Your body was buzzing with the need to go up to him, to see him up close, to hear his voice and to do so many more things. You saw his head turn your way then, your eyes immediately turning back to your friends. His gaze felt heavy on you, your cheeks warming at the thought of what could be.

It took you a couple of minutes after to gather your courage. You downed your beer in one gulp and stood up, before this pent up energy left you again and all this would be was a staring contest with some mysterious man you'd think about later when you were alone in bed, your fingers slipping underneath the waistband of your underwear.

Your feet seemed to carry you toward him more by themselves than your active participation, your thoughts were racing a mile a minute, and you still had to figure out what to actually say to him.

"Can I get a drink too?" You blurted out once you stood before him.

Classic, could you have said that any less aggressive? Or maybe at least said hello first, how about that? But you tried to swallow down the insecurity and attempted to plaster a soft smile across your face.

He turned to you then, his eyes roaming over you, from your face, over your body, all the way to your feet. When he looked up again, your breath caught in your throat. This man was going to be the death of you without even saying a word.

"Don't think kids are allowed to drink yet." His gruff voice cut through the anxiety bubbling up in your stomach.

You could hardly breathe, the sound of his voice would surely bounce through your mind for the next weeks.

And ... wait, what? Did he just call you a child? Your arms crossed over your chest, your chin tilted up in defiance, your face forming a sour expression.

"I'm not a fucking child you know."

"Sure look like one."

"Excuse me, what? Bet I could drink you under the table, the way you're sipping on that drink for the last two hours. Probably can't handle shit, can you?" Your voice sounded more hostile than you intended as it reverberated in your ears.

His eyebrows shoot up into his hairline as he looked at you, unimpressed and so fucking agitating. You didn't know if you wanted to punch the man right in the face or kiss him instead.

"You've been watching me?"

"I ... - what?! No. You up for the challenge or not?"

"Try me then, don't think you can handle half of what I can."

He sounded so sure of himself, so smug. The hints of a self-assured smile crossing over his features, which made you even surer of your plan to fuck this man up and show him how you definitely were not a goddamn child.

You ordered the first round and sat down next to him. Up close he looked even more handsome, scars adorning the skin you could see peaking out from his clothes, his face and his hands. You faintly wondered how he had gotten them. The bartender saved you from getting lost even further in your adoration of the guy. He placed 4 shots of whiskey and two beers in front of you.

"I'm y/n by the way."

"Ghost."

"Ghost? What kinda name is Ghost?"

Instead of answering you he looked at you again, his eyes burning into yours. Any words left on the tip of your tongue died out then, the intensity of his stare making little butterflies tango dance in your stomach.

"What's your stake?" He asked, and you watched as he grabbed the first shot, wrapping his fingers gently around the glass.

"How about bragging rights ... and your number." You added the last part quickly, afraid that if you thought about it too much you would shy back.

He searched your face for something, before a slight smile spread across his features.

"Alright, bragging rights and my number. Fine." You thought you saw the slightest bit of heat in his eyes as he answered, but maybe you were just imagining it.

"And what's your stake?"

He laughed now, a low and rasping sound that made your body tingle. "You'll find out when I beat you."

But you never found out. About an hour later, Ghost was slurring his words, the accent heavier, the smiles coming more easily.

You on the other hand were handling your liquor pretty well, sure it didn't leave you unaffected, but you were holding yourself up far better than he was.

"So, I think we know who the winner is." You exclaimed, a shit eating grin spreading over your lips.

"I ... - uhh, nah."

"What? Clearly you're way drunker than I am."

He hiccuped. "'s not true."

One of your eyebrows shot up, and you looked at him in disbelief. What a thick headed man he was. He made your blood boil, in the good and the bad way. The frustration felt like it was seeping out of your pores, your eyes staring him down.

"Don't get all ... ye know - fussy, little lady."

"Little ... little lady?" You felt heat rising into your cheeks at his words, and a traitorous feeling settling between your legs.

"Fucking unbelievable..." You muttered to yourself before you looked at him again, nearly getting lost in his dreamy - albeit, slightly drunk looking eyes, an idea forming in your mind.

"I dare you to get up right now and walk in a straight line." You grinned at him.

"Dou ... double dare you."

"To do what exactly?"

"Walk..."

"OH MY GOD, just admit you're drunker than I am."

His face pulled into a stoic facade, well at least he could still do that quite well, no matter how drunk he was. To prove his point to you he stood up, or at least he tried, nearly crashing face first into the floor had he not balanced himself with a hand on the bar.

"Fine." He plopped back down on the chair, and looked at you rather displeased. "You win."

A shit eating grin spread across your face. "Hell yea, I told you. Not a child anymore, am I?!"

Without another word he slid over a folded up piece of paper. His defeat evident in his slumped shoulders. You grabbed the paper and peaked inside, true to his words, his number was scribbled on there and a grin crossed your lips.

"Oh come one now, don't be a sore loser. You can get a revanche next time if you want." While you spoke you carefully bumped your shoulder into his, feeling the broad muscles underneath his shirt. Oh how you wished for a re-do of this, maybe next time a bit more private, maybe a bit more intimate ... You were so caught up in your drifting thoughts you nearly missed the slightest hint of a smile that spread across his features.

"Alright, hun'. A revanche then, you have my number." With that Ghost made to stand up again, this time more sure of his footing.

You watched as he threw some bills on the bar counter, turned and disappeared out of the door. His broad shoulders and delicious backside hopefully ingrained into your mind for the next time you felt a little lonely.

I think this calls for a part 2, maybe where reader gets a lil bit more close and personal with Ghost 🤭

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spencer reid gets hurt during a case and goes to the hospital where his boyfriend is working but he team doesn’t know he has one yet?

Hope you enjoy my friend!

SPENCER REID X SURGEON MALE READER

“Reid! Watch out!” Derek shouts, but it was already too late. Spencer felt his whole body sting with pain. Spencer was caught in the middle of open fire from the unsubs.

Spencer's limp body falls onto the hard cold ground laying in his own blood as the gun wounds flush open blood rushing out of his stomach and legs. The team begins to open fire at the unsub while other agents rush to Spencer's body.

Once the unsub was taken down almost all the team members crowd Spencer’s body. The only thing Spencer could hear was muffled shouting and screaming. Even though Spencer’s vision was blurry he could make out his co-workers' worried faces. Spencer opens his mouth to speak, but shuts it as his head turns to the side passing out.

Paramedics begin to treat Spencer’s wounds protecting him from any infections. The ambulance pulled up to the scene as fast as they could, picking up Spencer and putting him inside.

The team could only stand back and watch as they saw their dear friend get pulled up into the ambulance.

TIMESKIP

Y/n was talking to his fellow doctors enjoying his break until nurses screamed and shouted about needing all surgeons on deck. Many doctors rush out of the room already expecting the worst alongside Y/n. Many surgeons go into the operating room waiting for the patient to arrive. Y/n felt his blood run cold as he watches his boyfriend get brought to the table.

"Shit Y/n. I didn't know that your boyfriend was gonna be here. I can take your place if you want." One co-worker says as realization hits everyone remembering that it's Y/n's boyfriend.

"Yeah Y/n. You can sit this one out." An older experienced doctor offers putting on his gloves about to get to work. "No...I got this." "Alright Y/n, but don't let your emotions get in the way." A female worker points out before starting the surgery.

TIMESKIP

Finally after the seven hour surgery is done Spencer is brought into his hospital room where all the team is already there.

"Is he okay!?! What's going to happen to him!" Penelope asks with a shout already beginning to think for the worse.

"He's fine for now. The surgery really did save him. Few of his bones are broken, from now he would have problems most likely walking and he would have this scar on his stomach forever. He has to wait a few more months to see if he is checked for going back to work." A nurse says giving the team a run down before leaving the room.

As the team crowd Spencer talking to him even though Spencer is still sleeping.

Hotch notices doctors and nurses whispering to themselves looking directly into the room causing suspicion to rise. Derek notices it as well and walks up to one of the doctors directly. "Okay what the hell is going on. And hell are you whispering about."

"It's nothing sir. Really. Were just worried about Y/n. Poor guy. One of my biggest fears is operating on my significant other." A doctor answers shortly before walking off with the others.

"Who's Y/n?" Emily asks after eavesdropping in the conversation.

"No one..." A dry voice calls out from the room catching everyone's attention. "Spencer!" "Pretty boy!" "Reid." Everyone says surrounding Spencer before asking him a butch of questions. Reid tries to answer them to the best of his abilities, but overall fails from the massive pain he's feeling. Emily is quick to hear Spencer wince in pain so she presses the button for the nurses help.

Soon after the nurse arrived with a worried expression. "He's feeling pain every time he speaks. Is there something he can take for it?" Emily asks watching the nurse think.

"Yes. But I will have to get a doctor first. I'll get Doctor L/ n it will surely help Reid feel better." The nurse responds back leaving the room before any of the team could ask her questions.

"Spencer. Do you know any L/n?" Hotch asks looking at Spencer. Reid could only ignore the question as he stares at the door waiting for the unknown man called L/n.

"Spencer! Thank god you're awake!" An unknown voice calls out rushing into the room and quick to the man's side. "Are you okay?!? What happened! I told you to be careful today remember!" The doctor takes Reid's hands giving them a light squeeze.

"I thought I lost you. You scared me so much asshole." Y/n scolds feeling the teams confused eyes all on him and his boyfriend.

"Don't you dare do something like this again! I can't bare seeing you so close to death again Spence. Don't forget that I promised to marry you one day, so I need you to stay alive until I do so." Y/n says watching tears fall softly out of Spencer. "I love you alright? I'm glad that you're alright." Y/n says lastly before giving Spencer a huge hug.

"Thats doctor Y/n L/n. They have been dating for a couple years now." The nurse says to the team trying to clear up their confusion.

The nurse pulls Y/n away from Spencer with a few giggles escaping her lips before showing Spencer the medicine to Spencer and the team and giving them a run down about it and how much should he take. Even though shes the nurse she takes the role of the doctor as Y/n cuddle Spencer in his arms.

After shes done she leaves the room going to her next patient room.

"I get to take care of you for months~ I'm going to treat you like a pretty princess." Y/n says with a wink taking note at the slight chuckle and blush on Spencer's face.

Y/n turns his head around to the team once he hears someone clear their throat. "Oh right sorry. I'm Doctor Y/n L/n. But you can just call me Y/n." Y/n says putting his hand out to Aaron.

"Nice to meet you Doctor L/n. I'm special agent Aaron Hotchner." Hotch says taking and shaking Y/n's hand in a tight grip.

"Nice to meet you as well." Y/n says with a smile.

"You better not break his heart." Hotch whispers into Y/n's ear.

"I don't plan on it detective." Y/n responds back with a smirk.

"Good."

THE END

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 1 month

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Til Death Do Us Part

A Steddie oneshot

Eddie was sitting in Steve's house. . .well, actually lying in Steve's house. He was still pretty banged up, and considering the town still thought he was a murderer, he needed to hide out for a while, and Steve Harrington's was the perfect place. It still felt weird to think that Steve was a good guy, but it was much too evident, and it made Eddie realize that he jumped to conclusions as quickly as others did about him. It's weird how connected they are now. First through Dustin, then through trauma, and now through bat bites. These scars were going to be more permanent than a marriage certificate. Who would have thought that he would be married with a kid by age 20. . .with Steve Harrington of all people? The thought made him laugh.

"What are you laughing about in here?" Steve asked as he popped into the room.

"I was thinking that these bat bites of ours are pretty permanent," Eddie smirked. "We're practically married."

"We are not married," Steve scoffed.

"Are you telling me we're getting divorced?" Eddie asked with a gasp. "So soon. . .oh, sweetheart, tell me what I did so I can make it up to you! Think of the kids, Steve!"

"Well, you didn't listen to me when I told you not to be a hero, so there's that," Steve said. "Not to mention the fact that you made Lucas feel bad about playing basketball, and you divided him and his friends as well as his sister. So, there's that as well."

"Shit, yeah, I do deserve the divorce," Eddie said, wincing and looking remorseful. "I'm not much better than my father, am I?"

"Hey, that not - I didn't mean it like that, Eddie. I'm sorry. Yeah, it's too soon to joke about it," Steve said softly. "Did you apologize to the kids? I mean, you did. I was there."

"Well, yeah," Eddie muttered.

"Was your dad actually sorry for anything he ever did? Would he have done what you did and tried to buy us more time? Would he have found a place for lost sheep to go to?" Steve asked.

"Well, no," Eddie admitted.

"Than you're a better man than your father ever will be," Steve shrugged. "Hold on."

Steve left the room, and a moment later, he returned with his pillow. He placed it on the bed next to him.

"What are you doing?" Eddie asked.

"Sleeping with my husband," Steve said.

"So, no divorce then?" Eddie asked with a grin.

"Are you kidding me? No way, I'm raising these hellions without a partner," Steve said. "You said it, we're married. Til death do us part, asshole."

"Goodnight, Mr. Munson," Eddie grinned.

He laughed as he sank down onto the bed beside Steve, who leaned over to turn off the light. He was thankful that Steve left the light on. Eddie watched as his husband closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. A deep wave of affection came over him as he studied Steve’s features. Oh, shit, what was that? Was he developing feelings for his husband? He liked girls. . .right? No, it was just indigestion. Eddie sighed with relief and closed his eyes.

"Steven, why are you sleeping with a man?" Robin's voice floated into Eddie's ears.

Eddie's eyes slowly opened, and he groaned quietly against the morning light streaming through the window. Steve was on his back, his eyes closed. Robin was standing over him, her hands on her hips.

"Oh my God, Robin, you can't just ask why two men are sleeping together this early in the morning," Steve groaned, his eyes remaining closed.

"Is there something you want to tell me, buddy?" Robin asked.

"Ugh, can't a guy sleep with his husband without any third degree?" Steve asked.

Neither one of them had noticed that Eddie was awake, much to Eddie's amusement.

"His what?!" Robin exclaimed and Eddie nearly laughed.

"Eddie said last night that the bat bites made us practically married," Steve said and groaned. "Don't make a big deal out of it, Robin. We're platonically married."

"Okay, I'll just let the kids know that their Daddies won't come downstairs because they're too busy platonically sleeping together," Robin said dryly. "It doesn't look platonic to me."

"Robin, stop, he doesn't like me that way," Steve sighed. "I doubt he likes men and women the way that I do or the way that I like him. I'll get up. They're probably going to want breakfast."

"Steve, he was clearly flirting with you! No one calls people "big boy" like that and means it platonically!" Robin exclaimed.

Eddie held in a breath until Robin and Steve left the room. He let it out with a loud gasp.

"Holy shit!" Eddie exclaimed. "I was flirting with Steve?!"

Eddie's eyes widened as he thought about all of his interactions with men. Yes, now that he's thinking about it, there was a definite attraction to certain jocks. Sure, he actually hated some of them, but Steve, he was pretty sure he hated for no reason back then. He did nothing to him or his friends, and he had always kept Hagan, as well as the other basketball players, on a tight lease. Well, he really tried to. Whenever he watched Steve play while in the gym, he always got irrationally angry at the sight of him. Maybe it wasn't hate. . .no, it definitely wasn't hate because he always wanted to bite him. It was so often that Eddie had, honest to God, thought that he was turning into a cannibal.

"Oh, fuck! Fuckity, fuck, fuck, shit! Goddamnit!" Eddie exclaimed.

As the days passed by, Eddie really tried to push his feelings for Steve aside. He wanted Steve to remain in his life and the one really romantic relationship he had he totally fucked up. No, he wasn't good at that shit and it would only ruin what he had with Steve now. It didn't help that Steve was basically taking care of him. Luckily, he was able to move around, and with the help of Robin, he was able to move downstairs. Unfortunately, she decided that she needed to talk her best friend up.

"I already know how great Steve is, Robin," Eddie mumbled. "I married him, didn't I?"

"No, you got married by a couple of interdimensional bats," Robin said. "You did not make the conscious decision at the time to marry my best friend."

"Why are you trying to sell me on Steve? I don't like him like that. I don't like men either," Eddie said as he lied out of his ass.

"You don't?" Robin asked, raising an eyebrow at him. "And I wasn't necessarily trying to convince you to do anything. I was just talking about how great Steve is."

"Well, if you think he's so great, why don't you date him?" Eddie asked.

"Well, I would, but he's got the hots for someone else. We're also strictly platonic. Let's see what else? . . . Oh! There's also the fact that I'm a lesbian," Robin said.

"Shit, seriously?" Eddie asked and stared at her for a while, not saying anything. "Goddamnit! Okay! Okay! I'm also. . .not exactly straight. I like men, I like women, and I am head over heels for Steve Harrington. Happy?"

"Well, yes and no. You know, I wasn't trying to pressure you into outing yourself, right?" Robin asked.

"Yeah, I know," he mumbled. "I was pressuring myself."

"Thank you for telling me," Robin said.

"Thank you for telling me," Eddie grinned.

"Are you going to tell Steve?" Robin asked.

"Nope. Never," Eddie said.

"Why?" Robin asked.

"I tend to mess up in that area, so why risk what I have with Steve now?" Eddie asked.

"Because these scars you carry are proof that every day could be your last, and I don't think telling Steve is going to scare him off," Robin said softly. "He might surprise you."

"I know he likes me, which I don't understand why," Eddie said. "My husband can do so much better."

"How do you know?" Robin asked.

"You guys weren't exactly quiet the other day. It made me realize that I like both, that I've been flirting with Steve," Eddie said.

"So, you're running away, being a chicken shit, because you've already decided that you're going to hurt him?" She asked with narrowed eyes.

"I would never purposely hurt him," Eddie said.

"Well, leading him on and thinking it's going to go somewhere is hurting him. So, whether you decide to go forward with your relationship or not, you're going to have to talk to him because you're going to hurt him either way. But you want to know what a good way of not hurting him is? . . . DECIDING TO FUCKING BE WITH HIM, YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIT!" Robin shrieked. "Get your head out your ass. You both deserve to be with each other. We're all scared of telling people how we feel, but you know what I did after we averted the apocalypse?. . .I mean, eventually, I told Vickie how I felt. So, buck up. You're hurting yourself unnecessarily and Steve, especially since you're the one who knows that you like him and he likes you. Meanwhile, he's left in the dark about how you feel. I will not see Steve hurt. Got it?!"

Robin hit him over the head with a couch pillow. Eddie shrieked.

"Alright! Alright, I'll talk to him! Can I heal first?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, that's fine, take your time," Robin said calmly, lowering the pillow. "So, do you want to be with him?"

"Of course I want to be with him. . .I'm just scared," Eddie said. "All of this is new."

"Well, I did say you could take your time," Robin said. "And if you tell Steve how scared you are of messing this up, he'll understand completely, and I'm sure you can both work through it together. . . You know, if you decide to be with him"

"This is fucking crazy. . .Steve Harrington likes me. I can't believe it. Nope! No way," Eddie said shaking his head.

"Yeah, I can't believe it either," Robin laughed.

"Fuck off," Eddie rolled his eyes.

Steve strolled through the door with a sigh as he walked into the living.

"Okay, the kids are all at home. Now we can have some time to ourselves. Well, us and Robin," Steve grinned.

He sat down on Eddie's other and kissed Eddie's temple as he wrapped his arm around him. It had quickly become a thing with them. . .to always be touching. Apparently, they were kissing each other on the head now.

"Hi, honey, did the kids give you a hard time?" Eddie asked as he squeezed his knee.

He could feel his eyes lighting up at Steve as he launched into details about the car ride. God, this was so fucking domestic and he loved it. More days passed, and he was able to move around on his own, but he was still in a lot of pain. Apparently, Steve was, too, but he had neglected to say anything until Eddie was cuddling up to him in bed and his arm wrapped around his stomach. Steve involuntarily winced. Yeah, the bat bites were no joke. Neither was their venom, which, according to the doctors were never going to go away. Luckily, Argyle and Jonathan offered a solution, but they arrived just as Steve was driving Robin to Vickie's.

"Uh, are we waiting for Steve?" Jonathan asked.

"Yeah, turns out he's in pain too," Eddie said as Argyle guided him to the couch. "He's just hasn't said anything. He prefers to suffer in silence, I guess."

"Bat bites are a bitch, huh?" Argyle asked.

"Yeah, the only good thing that's come from it is the permanent marriage between me and Steve," Eddie said with a grin.

"What?" Jonathan asked.

"It's a running joke," Eddie shrugged.

"With the whole kids thing, yeah, that makes sense," Argyle said.

"So, is Steve a good husband?" Jonathan smirked.

"Hell yeah!" Eddie exclaimed, slapping his knee. "Couldn't ask for a better baby daddy."

"Seriously?" Jonathan scoffed.

"You've got something against my husband, Byers?" Eddie smirked.

"It's just hard to imagine Steve being mature enough to handle being married," Jonathan said. "Let alone to a guy."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Eddie asked, the smirk dropping from his lips.

"Just that he's a notorious ladies man, Eddie. I wouldn't get your hopes, man. He's not exactly comfortable with. . .," Jonathan said, trailing off.

"With people like me," Eddie said, looking at him with hard eyes. "Did you just make an assumption about my sexuality, Byers?"

"Oh, man," Argyle said nervously. "I think Jonathan was trying to look out for you, man."

"I'm not his little brother, I'm a grown man," Eddie sighed.

"That's a fair point," Argyle said.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to do that, but I just trying to warn you about what kind of guy Steve is," Jonathan said. "I shouldn't have made an assumption about you."

"What kind of guy do you think that Steve is? Are you calling him homophobic in his own home?" Eddie asked.

"I think he's upset you're insulting his husband, Jonathan," Argyle said.

"I just want to know why you think that about Steve," Eddie said. "That's all."

Eddie was really trying not to show Jonathan how angry he is but the guy was making it difficult.

"He called me queer once," Jonathan said.

"That's it? He called you queer and that automatically makes him homophobic? I've used that word, and I'm about as straight as a cooked noodle," Eddie said defensively. "So, when, pray tell, did he call you this?"

"It was a few years ago," he muttered.

Eddie could tell that Jonathan was starting to realize how ridiculous it was.

"Look, man, I get where you're coming from, I do because I was pretty sure I hated Steve for a long time, and because of that, I held onto my prejudiced views about jocks for a long time. My reasoning behind that is clearly not the same as yours. . .at least, I hope not. After everything that Steve has done, how can you still think anything negative about the man?" Eddie asked.

"You can do great things and still have hateful thoughts," Jonathan said.

"He's not homophobic, you fucking idiot! You would know that if you had bothered to try and get to know him in the last few years," Eddie rolled his eyes. "He shouldn't have to keep apologizing for shit he's already apologized for."

"How do you know that?" Jonathan asked. "You haven't known him that long."

"It's all about quality, not about quantity, and I clearly know him better than you do, Byers," Eddie spat. "Your own brother feels safe around him. The kids look up to him. Nancy trusts him. Your mother and Hopper love him. Jesus, what is this really about?"

"Will won't shut up about him!" Jonathan snapped. "Every time they hang out or Steve drops him off, Will comes home gushing about him and I'm just worried. . ."

"What? That he's going to think that Steve’s the better older brother?" Eddie asked, and then he laughed. "That's stupid. That's even stupider than you holding onto a dumb grudge. You know what Will does when he's over here with his friends and Steve. . . He talks about you. It's non-stop, actually. The kid loves you, and no one is ever going to replace you. So, get that out of your thick skull. Trust me when I say this: Steve Harrington is not homophobic."

"Yeah, okay," Jonathan said softly.

"You need to talk to Steve about this and Will," Eddie said. "And Byers?"

"Yeah?"

"If you ever insult my husband again, I'll punch your lights out," Eddie said.

"Noted. I'm sorry. . . Are you in love with him?" He asked curiously.

"Head over heels, man," Eddie said.

"So, are we good?" Argyle asked.

"Yeah, we're good," Eddie said in amusement as he shook Jonathan's hand.

"Oh, thank God, I thought that was going to get really awkward there for a minute," Argyle said, and they laughed.

Later that night, Eddie was lying in bed with Steve, cradling him from behind. His hand was up Steve’s shirt, carassing his stomach right above his bat bites. He didn't want to let this go, but he was also ready to risk it all for Steve Harrington.

"Steve?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm in love with you," Eddie said softly.

Steve turned around in his arms so he was looking at him. His hazel eyes were big and round, looking at him hopefully. The light from the lamp beside his side of the bed was revealing all of the colors in Steve's eyes. The green and the brown intermingled beautifully, but the light also made his eyes look a little bit golden. Eddie sighed. God, he was beautiful.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"I'm in love with you too," Steve whispered.

"I know."

"Did you just fucking Han Solo - mmpf!"

Eddie crashed his lips to Steve’s, kissing him harshly. Steve smiled into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Eddie gently as he threw his leg over Eddie's. Steve’s eagerly kissed him back, his fingers cupping the back of Eddie's head, tugging on his hair. Eddie moaned into his mouth. Steve gasped for breath as he broke the kiss.

"Is this really happening?" Steve asked.

"Til death do us part, asshole."

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Based on a request

Tara Carpenter x Female Reader (Scream Queen)

Warnings: mentions of murder, killing, death, slight angst, scars, dead bodies, tiny fluff, deep shit? Bad translation?

A/N: my dear I tried my best. I hope I understood what you meant with scream queen. If not. Text me I’ll make another story 😉 I think it turned out somehow dark. Also I really wrote not much between reader and the gang. I tried. But somehow it turned out like this. Hope you guys like it tho 🧡

Let’s heal together

I hissed lightly as I impatiently drank a sip of my fresh cocoa. I know… y/age and still drink cocoa? What can I say. This sweet soothing scent and the taste itself made me feel things that calmed me down for a few minutes. Once again, I took a deep breath through my nose when I took another small sip. I closed my eyes in torment. My tongue burned and tingled. It was like this sweet temptation to take it, but I couldn't let it go. Now I opened my eyes again and looked around the campus of Blackmore College.

"New city... new life" I whispered to myself as I wrapped the cup in which my cocoa was with both hands to warm it.

It was winter and the air was icy and pungent. I just hoped to reach the library quickly in order to be able to continue working on my work for the film course.

I put on my headphones after I could laboriously untangle the cables with one hand. Never in my life would I get AirPods, I would be too scared and definitely had too little money to be able to buy new ones if they thought they had to fall out of my ears.

So I stayed with my classic headphones that no longer had an aux connection but a USB c... crazy how everything changes I thought.

My free hand lights up red, the cold was too harsh. Trembling, I took out my phone and started a playlist with dramatic classical music.

Now I got closer to the library, the wind seemed to be my enemy. Hair strands were at the locations of my face that made me restless. When I arrived at the library, the warm air of the heating ventilation hit me. I sigh slightly as I straightened my hair and looked for a free place. In the end, I found a small table at the end of the library on which I could work undisturbed. Nervously, I repeated in my head

"Ignore them, they don't stare at you"

Nevertheless, I didn't leave the feeling of having been stared at by everyone. Was it the way I looked?

Was my hair weird? Were my eyes too conspicuous? Or was it my face in general? More and more I began to look for reasons.

Is it my look? My sweater? My jeans? Or maybe it was the shoes?

But I actually knew the real reason. Well... I suspected it.

They knew who I was. What my story was. Well... they at least only knew what the media told them.

In the end, I made it to the table at the end of the library. A dark wooden table with two chairs. I put my things down on one of the chairs and slowly sat down on the opposite one. Instead of looking through the corridor of the library again, I instead looked out of the window to my left and watched it start to rain.

I unpacked my iPad and started correcting the given "bad" script. We had received the task from our professor to correct a script.

Now time passed little by little. Students came and went. It didn't stop raining and slowly got dark outside, so the library was forced to turn on its warm lamps. I automatically felt safer and more secure. I always found it interesting how warm light represented a safe mood.

Suddenly I recognized a shadow in the corner of my eye.

I took out one of my headphones to better perceive my surroundings. To find out where this shadow came from, I looked over and made acquaintance with dark... no. Almost black eyes. Within seconds, I had noticed the person's face. A friendly and somehow sweet smile. Beautiful teeth. Dimples. And not to forget the light freckles on her nose and cheeks.

I could perceive all this within a few seconds and that even though I only looked into her eyes.

Eyes so dark that they were almost black. Eyes in which the light of the small lamp was already reflected on the table.

"Can I sit down with you?"

She asked and I easily lifted the corners of my mouth without really realizing it and took my coat and backpack directly from the chair to make her place.

As a thank you, she gave me an even wider smile back before she sat down and opened her laptop. Curious, I looked back to the large corridor of the library because I had wondered. Why did she want to sit here?

This question was answered with my look back to the hallway. It had become quite full in the library.

In silence, we both worked on our tasks without worrying about the other in the slightest.

Later, a gossiping mixed group of boys and girls ran past us.

"Looks like the freaks have found each other," one of the girls whispers and tells us condescendingly. With eyebrows pulled together and a concentrated look, I looked after them as they giggled and turned around again before they disappeared. What did she mean by that? I asked myself and still looked confused with working head after them even though they were no longer visible.

"Don't worry. They would never be able to understand us..." A soft voice tore me out of the trance.

"Hm?" I asked and my eyes landed on the girl sitting opposite me.

Her facial expression was gentle, yet there was a cheeky grin on her lips.

"To be the survivors..."

With a slightly tilted head, I looked at her and tried to understand.

"You... don't know?" She asked surprised and smiled even more broadly as if she had to laugh at this situation.

"What to know?" I asked calmly and slightly annoyed. She closed her laptop and stretched out her hand to me "Tara Carpenter by the way"

Confused but with slightly raised corners of my mouth, I took her in comparison to my dainty hand and shook her "Y/N Y/L/N"

When I did this, our eye contact began to become firmer and firmer and then I began to understand and my eyes widened in surprise "Tara? Oh..."

That was the moment I realized it.

She nodded and smiled forcedly before our hands separated from each other and her look became a little more serious "yeah..."

I sighed and looked at her facial features again this time... they looked so much different to me. Now that I knew who she was. What her stories were. Well the things I knew from the media only.

"I'm impressed..." I said gently with a look deeply lost in thought.

"I should be the one who is impressed. What you've been through..." she began, turning her gaze away and smiling as she sighed.

"Maybe... But you went through it twice... Try not to make yourself less strong" I said, smiling broadly.

"How small the world is..." I said and had to laugh slightly about it. So I was sitting here now. At a table with Tara Carpenter. Survivor of two Ghostface attacks.

Tara stood up on her chair as she put her arms on the table to prevent something "can I ask you something?"

I nodded and looked at her gently

"How did you deal with it? Some of us went to therapy... I tried to forget somehow... but I promised my sister to visit a therapist"

I sighed barely audible

"At first I had also tried to just forget it. But there are far too many things that remind me over and over again. Things that were once associated with good memories" thoughtfully I looked down at my iPad before I locked it.

I shrugged my shoulders

"If you know my weights... you can certainly imagine that I was forced into therapy from a certain point. To make sure I'm not crazy"

Tara nodded and something about her attitude and the way these Bambi-like eyes looked at me, I felt the feeling of being able to tell her everything.

It was now two years ago when my family was killed by my own father.

How I survived, It still was a mystery to myself today and how I didn't lose my mind all the more confusing. My family was never perfect. They were fighting here and there. They said worse things more often, but I never thought it would really come to one of these things. So it came to one thing at a time. A quarrel that degenerated... first my mother. I was glad that she didn't have to suffer... nevertheless, my mind couldn't understand that she wasn't there from now on. She wasn't there anymore because of a broken neck. I would never forget the look in my father's eyes. It was no remorse. No fear. It was darkness. Pure darkness. I was looking for shelter in one of the bedrooms. Heard the screams of my younger brother...

I took a deep breath to stop thinking about it. In order to no longer hear the screams, I changed the music. A song like once liked to sing together. In addition, we shot embarrassing lipsync video.

"How was it for you?" I whispered and looked up at Tara. Darkness. Eyes so dark that they looked black. After what my father did, I hated brown eyes. But Tara's eyes... they made me curious and thoughtful.

"Someone to kill who was actually close to you?" Tara asked, I nodded silently to answer her question.

After what my father did, I somehow managed to surprise and kill him. I was trapped in the house with the bodies of my family for 24 hours. It took me 24 hours to realize what happened. I needed 24 to understand that they would never come back. It took me 24 hours to understand that I was now also a murderer.

"Hard..." said Tara as our eyes parted and she looked down thoughtfully.

I nodded, "I think I can well imagine it..."

Tara looked up at me and nodded.

"It's hard to process it. Therapy is somehow always good. It at least calms the court or the police... but I guess everyone has to find out for themselves how best to process it..." I took a deep breath and looked down at my phone to look at the cover of the song that was currently playing.

"I try to repeat the good memories... over and over again in my head. Although they remind me of the bad at the same time... somewhere it helps. Somehow it calms me to know that I will never stop thinking about them..."

Tara nodded

"Maybe I'm getting too close to you and maybe that's very off topic now. But would you like a coffee? And talking about something that doesn't remind us of our messed-up life’s?"

I smiled and laughed dryly.

"That sounds good..."

From that moment on

I didn't know how my life would change. I didn't know that I would fall in love with eyes that were so dark and scary for me once. I didn't know I would live on. I didn't know I would create new good memories. I didn't know I would have a new family.

Days passed. Days became weeks and soon weeks became months.

If I didn't meet Tara at least once a week, we would write to each other day and night. At first I wasn't sure if it was good to be friends with each other, if we might be too toxic for each other. But it was the opposite. We lived on. We healed. We were there for each other. We understood each other without really talking about it.

"Are you coming over? The others would like to get to know you," Tara wrote to me at 8:00 in the evening. I hesitated with the message. However, I couldn't think of any reason not to go, as if I found myself 30 minutes later in front of Tara and Sam's apartment door. As soon as I knocked on it, I could perceive several voices. When the door opened, I met a broadly smiling and laughing Tara. I looked down a little shy. Her eyes, which once didn't have a great effect on me, made it harder and harder for me over the time when we became friends. At first I liked to look at them. Then I began to lose myself in my thoughts. Then I started to feel nervous. It usually started with goosebumps... which then turned into a tingling. Since then, I couldn't look her in the eyes for long without feeling like I was doing something that was probably wrong.

"I hope you're ready for a discussion about some movies" Tara began when she ran towards me and hugged me as a greeting. I replied to this lightly and said

"I don't care... I'll stay out of it"

Slowly I followed Tara into the living room and saw the remaining members of core 4.

I grinned broadly "wow the core 4. Can I get autographs?"

Mindy laughed and looked at me proudly "I already like her. Come here Y/n"

I sat down slightly shyly next to Mindy and was drawn into the discussion between Barbie and Oppenheimer without wanting to.

"Mindy go easy on her," said Sam with a head-shaking smile on the armchair. I sighed and my gaze fell to chad "go ahead Y/n what do you think? As a film student"

I leaned back on the couch and began "that the message behind the Barbie movie is great, we don't have to discuss any further... Oppenheimer is purely cinematic a must for itself. That's all I'm saying about it" Tara grinned broadly and threw the pillow that was lying next to Y/n on chad before she dropped next to her "see Chad. We told you"

We discussed different films throughout the evening and got to know each other in between.

Mindy put her arm around Y/n and asked with a slightly dirty grin "are you staying the night? We want to make a spontaneous trip to coney island together tomorrow"

Y/n didn't quite understand the combination of Mindy's body language and the question and was a bit overwhelmed to answer directly.

"Y/n doesn't like sleepovers," Tara said relaxed. When y/n looked at Tara and caught her heart beating faster, Mindy gave Tara a look that meant something like "shut up, I'm trying to clarify things for you here" which Y/N of course didn't see.

"Is there a specific reason?" Sam asked seriously while she let all the scenarios go through her head.

Y/n shrugged her shoulders

"I don't like sharing beds or being not able to sleep in my own bed in general"

"Tara and Sam have a free room... you could sleep in there..." said Chad and tried to help Mindy to convince y/n to sleepover. What Tara didn't knew was that Mindy, Chad and even Sam were pretty sure that Tara and Y/n shared some unspoken feelings for each other but things were going so slow between them. So they tried to help.

"The room where your ex roommate lived in? The one who you know? Tried to kill you guys?" Said y/n and laughed slight

"No thanks..."

To everyone's surprise, Tara said quite relaxed "You can sleep in my bed..." all eyes fell at her and Tara seemed to notice why she added in her sentence "I sleep in Quinn's room of course then"

After a short discussion and the persuasion skills of the core 4 Y/n found herself in Tara's room again.

She watches Tara pick clothes to sleep for her.

"You know that you don't have to stay here if you don't want to," said Tara and handed y/n the clothes. Their hands brushed lightly and y/n turned around to put the clothes on. Tara did the same. Both had turned their backs on each other when they put on their pajamas.

"It's okay. For once, I feel really comfortable with someone else. I like to stay," said

y/n after she pulled up her pants. Tara was so surprised by this answer that she turned around and asked "really?"

Y/n laughed and turned around. Both stood in front of each other in only pants and bra.

"Of course..." she said as if it had been obvious. Tara's gaze wandered briefly over y/n free upper body before she looked into her eyes "I also feel comfortable with you".

Now y/n look also wandered over Tara's upper body and it was the first time she got to see the scars other than the one on Tara's hand.

Out of intention y/n stretched out her hand and touched one of Tara's several scars. She had looked at the scar slightly above her hip and stroked it lightly and carefully with her fingertip.

At that moment, Tara's gaze wandered again over y/n upper body. Near her collarbones she got to see a scar and now stroked it slightly herself.

When y/n took Tara's touch, her whole body began to feel like a burning object. Y/n stopped in her own touch, yet her fingertips lay on the slightly raised and lighter area of Tara’s skin.

Slowly she looked back into the dark eyes. So dark that it reminded her of espresso or the night sky that she liked to look at when the full moon was out.

She slowly put her hand around Tara's waist while Tara's slowly wrapped around her neck.

"I also feel safe around you" y/n whispered as she pulled Tara so gently that it almost felt like slow motion. Only now did she realize how big the difference between the two was. Because when their body was only a few centimeters away from each other, she saw Tara look up at her.

"Me too" whispered Tara with a slight smirk while pulling y/n closer by her neck and then y/n began to lean in and closed her eyes. Tara also closed her eyes and began to feel y/n nose brushing slight hers before their lips touched gently. For a few seconds their lips touched before they pulled away to look into each others eyes. Without saying any words their eyes spoke for themselves. Soon they leaned back in and kissed. Kissed each other softly and slowly.

They weren't toxic. They weren't freaks.

They were connected by a dark and suffering past. They were meant to pass each others path so they could care and give eachother the love they needed.

The love of someone who understood.

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gglitch1dd · 1 year

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I've been having a Golden retriever izuku type of boyfriend brain rot 🥺🤧

Well... looks like I know what Im posting for the week. Sorry for not responding sooner. Life has been a whirlwind and I haven't been able to get to everything yet.

Warning: Some suggestive content and mentions of a breeding kink. NO SMUT OR NSFW.

Izuku Headcannons.

Now Izuku is such a sweetheart. It is one of the very well known things about him. He's kind and sweet, caring, great with kids... suspiciously like a dog. You didn't really notice his rather happy-go-lucky instincts until you really watched him.

For starters, Izuku loves bringing you food. His mother always used to bring him snacks or make him meals whenever he was sad, celebrating something or for any occasion really. Especially since it was just him and his mom most of the time, he learnt a lot of skills from her. Expect him to try and make you stuffed and happy.

... in both ways.

When you are happy, he's happy.

Izuku has been through a lot in his life and often than not those memories and dark moments don't just go away. They build and they effect him more than people think. Having someone else to focus on is sometimes better for him than focusing on the past. Which is why he loves making memories with you in the present. Seeing that smile on your face makes all his hard work and dedication so much worth it.

He has this huge smile and laugh that he does, a full one that makes even the grumpiest of people smile just slightly. A sparkling smile that never fails to make you smile. That's one of the things you love about him.

As I said earlier, he's been through a lot of shit. His eyes don't shine as bright as they used to, he doesn't smile as bbrightly and as often as he used to, and he is really good at hiding his true intentions. But all it takes is one nice long hug and that big exterior comes crumbling down to the same green haired boy who doubted himself because everyone else did too. He just needs so much love and comfort.

Talking about love and comfort, he'll give it to you endlessly. He will shower you with it. Every second day he has a fresh bouquet of roses for you and if not, a potted plant to grow instead. He takes you out on routinely dates as often as he can. He tries to always show you off. He doesn't like boasting about his accomplishment unless its to Kaachan's face, but he does love showing you off. I mean look at you!!

He loves just laying in the sun, on your lap, in your big garden with all the many rabbits you both have. When you met Izuku he had one rabbit. Then you bought a rabbit. Suddenly you lost count, which was one of the reasons why you had to move out of your apartment and get a space all to yourselves. All for the rabbits that swarmed your house like the plague.

Not because Izuku's breeding kink (He's a bunny too after all) was pressing him into thinking about getting more space for the family the two of you were gonna have.

Of course not.

Sometimes he would do the most simplest things and come show you because he just loved your attention and approval. He's really just a really big himbo who comes trudging to you from the kitchen, covered in flower and icing somehow ending up on his nose and sprinkles in his hair and in his large scarred hands is a green frosted cupcake. He would bestow it upon you like an offering and with your praise he would just beam and get you seven more.

Refers back to giving you tons of food.

He's a big bulky hero. He has to gain mass. So prepare yourself for a stocked fridge and constant food offerings.

But one you cook, he loves to sway in the kitchen with you. With his hero suit still on, white cape, lined in gold on his back, the pot brewing with who knows what you were cooking, he would pull you to his chest and slow dance with you. He wants to hold you and just enjoy your presence. Close his eyes and put his head on top of yours and want the world to just disappear.

Even though he was the number One hero and he was a very busy man because of it, he was your Izuku. He was your partner.

He would trade in One for All just to be able to kneel at your feet and praise you.

Cause that's just the type of person Midoriya Izuku is.

-Glitch1d

#izuku midoriya x reader #izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #deku x reader #izuku midoryia x you #izuku headcanons #izuku midoriya headcanons #deku headcanons #deku x y/n #izuku midoriya x you #izuku x you #mha izuku

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i-cant-sing · 1 year

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Dabi would punch a kid who was rude to his kid on the playground

Of course 10000% Just because you refuse to be a menace to society like him and will literally be nice to every stranger that comes your way even if they tried to hurt you (because let's be honest, baby reader ain't getting hurt as long as Dabi is around), doesn't mean he's going to shy away from violence, because that is the only language most people understand.

Let's say a kid has been bullying you, and you're such a sweet thing that you didn't even know what "bullying" was, or why that kid was being mean to you, so you never bothered to complain to your father. But then the day you return from school with a small but slightly deep gash on your forehead, Dabi is CONCERNED.

"Baby? Are you okay? What happened?" Dabi asks, picking you up to inspect the gash.

You gave him a toothy grin as he lifted you up, before pecking his nose when he pulled you closer. "Yeah! I fell off the swing!"

"Fell of the swing?"

You nodded, playing with the loose staple on his cheek. "Mmmhmm. I was on the swing and then my friend came and he pushed me too hard and I went flying!"

"And then you hit your head?"

You shook your head. "No, no! I landed on my feet the first time. But then I got back on the swing and he pushed me hard again but I didn't fly this time, I just fell! Then he laughed, and I laughed. Silly me, daddy!"

Pushed two times? Dabi never really believed in coincidences but he didn't wanna beef with some kid until he's sure.

So the next time you go to school/park, Dabi comes along. And when he spots the boy who "pushed you accidentally", he knew instantly the kid was a bully who had no good intentions for you. The moment the kid tried to push you off, Dabi immeadiately caught the swing (and you along with it).

"Y/n? Sweetie, will you go and get the water bottle from bench over there? Good girl." He watched you skip along and just when you were out of earshot, Dabi gave the meanest glare to the bully as he crouched down to his level, holding his arms so he couldn't run away.

"Now, listen here you little shit. That girl is my daughter, and I know what you've been trying to do. Now since I have never introduced myself before, I'm going to be lenient with you." Dabi's hands began to warm up, not enough to burn but enough to cause severe discomfort and make the threat clear. "If you ever hurt Y/n again, if you even think about it, I will know. If you hurt her, I will hurt you more. If she cries, I will make sure you cry harder. If she even has a pebble in her shoe, I will stone you to death. If she's in pain, I promise you- you will fucking regret it. I don't give a single shit if you tell on me- I will hurt everyone you care about too. Do you understand?" The boy with tears in his eyes nodded shakily.

Dabi looked over his shoulder to where you were and saw you struggling to hold the 1L water bottle. Honestly, you looked so cute with your little face puffed up as you used all your might to carry the bottle that was almost your size.

So cute.

He looked back at the kid who was trying to escape Dabi's death grip, but he only patted him on the shoulders before a manic grin appeared on his face.

"Now, its good that we've made things clear. However, you still pushed my daughter and she's got a scar on her forehead. Will it heal? I don't know, but I do know that I need to return the favour. So, hold still. This won't hurt... much? I don't know I've never done this before."

And with that, Dabi singed off the bully's eyebrows, the boy yelping in fear more than in pain.

"An eye for an eye, kid. Remember what I said." Dabi said before turning around and walking to help you.

Natsuo is both in shock and also laughing his ass off once he heard about Dabi burning off a kid's eyebrows off.

#yandere dabi #yandere dabi x reader #yandere bnha #bnha headcanons #yandere mha #bnha imagines

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morganski-19 · 2 months

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Robin takes the bag of frozen peas from Steve with a silent thank you. Wrapping it with a tea towel and resting it gently against her throat. Hoping that the swelling would go down and the bruise would fade fast, even though she knew that it wouldn't.

It could be worse. She could have broken bones like Max or torn skin like Steve and Eddie. She could have stopped being able to breathe for more than a few seconds. She could be dead.

Instead, here she is nursing her wounds, as they were, with her best friend who is severely worse than her looking after her. Not in a hospital, but in his house. Because her parents don't need to know this happened to her. The same way she hid the burns from the rope that bound her wrists in the bunker. She'll hide this from them too.

Steve has his own frozen bag of vegetables to his neck, leaning back on the couch to alleviate some of the pressure on his abdomen. Heavily bandaged abdomen. They probably should have gone to a hospital, seen if he needed stitches. But the stubborn asshole didn't want to go, so they didn't. Claimed he could take care of it himself. He always did.

"Is this what it's like?" Robin asks, voice raspy and weak. "Frozen vegetables and empty houses. No doctors hovering over you or government agents secretly experimenting on you."

Steve lets out a small grunt, shifting himself to look at her better. "Pretty much."

Robin snorts, wincing a bit when she does. "Now I know what the great Steve Harrington uses as a cure after battle. Frozen vegetables. What would the people say?"

"That I should go to a hospital, probably," he replies, exhausted.

"At least there's no concussion this time. Or black eye. Nothing messing up this pretty face," she pokes his cheek gently. "You should really see someone about the bites though. Make sure they're not infected."

Steve tries to swallow without wincing. "I know. Just needed a moment to breathe. Too many people at hospitals."

She knows what he means. After the past week, they needed a night before the craziness continued. Until life was forced to move without them wanting it to. Where the consequences came and reality sat in. Where people almost lost were slowly brought back, and they were forced to move on like nothing happened.

They had the scars to remind them. The nightmares. The anxieties that never went away. Their lives were changed. Things can't just revert back to the factory setting.

"How have you done this four times?" Robin asks without really wanting to know the answer. "I can barely wrap my head around doing it twice, let alone four."

"The first time didn't really count," he mumbles. "I just came in at the end. As for the others, you just get used to it. Weird shit shows up, you hit it with something, and it goes away. Until it doesn't."

Robin lets out a long breath. "Sounds like shit."

"It is." His eyes fight to stay open, head halfway fallen onto her shoulder.

"I'll take first watch, you need your sleep." She'll probably crash right after him, but he didn't need to know that. She could be the strong one for a second if it meant he could rest.

Steve takes a deep breath. "You sure."

Robin grabs his wrist, absentmindedly feeling for his pulse. Half relieved when it still thumps under her fingers at a normal rhythm. "Yeah. Get some sleep, you deserve it."

"Thanks. Wake me up if anything happens." He barely finishes the last sentence, eyes finally closing and breaths slowing to a soft, even pace. Robin still able to feel the thumping of his veins through her fingers.

For a brief moment, she can pretend that this is all normal. That this was just a normal night where she and her best friend fell asleep on the couch after watching a movie. After a totally normal night of fun, that didn't risk their lives.

Where there wasn't a bat full of nails resting against the coffee table. Or an ax somewhere in the kitchen waiting to be cleaned. Where she isn't counting the seconds between his breaths or making sure his heart is still pumping. Making sure he's still alive.

Where she'd be able to fall asleep and not risk waking up screaming. Covered in sweat and barely able to breathe. Her wrists wouldn't hurt and her throat wouldn't burn with every breath.

The now warm bag of peas falls off her neck as she leans back. She takes it off and places it to the side, along with Steve's. Pulls him a little closer so he knows that he's not alone. And she does too.

Then finally, she falls asleep. Hoping tomorrow the sun will rise on a better day than today. Time will move on and people will get better. And she'll never have to go through this again.

#stranger things #platonic stobin #post season 4 #stranger things ficlet #steve harrington #robin buckley

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anawrites3 · 8 months

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Jason and Tim, they're comparing their scars

"This one," Jason said in a low voice, turning a bit to show the long scar on his side better. It started at his sternum and disappeared under his armpit. "Is from Black Mask. Fucker got me when my suit ripped and tried his damnest to put me down."

"Woah." Tim breathed out before shuffling closer. He reached out to trace the mark with his fingers, slowly and carefully, and watched goosebumps rise where he touched. "It looks… well, it looks pretty bad."

Jason snorted. He didn't move away from Tim's touch, even with how cold Tim's hand had to feel on his bare skin.

"It was." He agreed easily. "Not the worst I got but still hurt like bitch. Dick got crazy while trying to get me back to the Manor."

"Yeah, I can imagine that." Tim laughed. He sat back to gesture towards his own scar, this one also on the side but more towards his hip. It wasn't as long as Jason's but more ragged and ugly. "This one from Two Face."

"Damn." Jason whistled. He leaned closer to take a better look and didn't trace it with his fingers like Tim did, just put his hand on Tim's hip. "He got you good."

Tim winced.

"It was a stupid mistake." He admitted with a huff. He rested his hands on the couch behind him and looked up at the dark ceiling, subtly pressing himself into Jason's touch. "I was still new at the whole gig, made the wrong decision and ended up hurt. Bruce wasn't very happy with me."

Jason hummed. His thumb circled the skin of Tim's hip, dipping just barely into the waist of Tim's jeans and making the boy shiver.

"Can't blame him." He shrugged. "I'd get pissed at you for being stupid on patrol too."

A sigh left Tim's lips. Jason watched the way they parted to let the breath out.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Tim mumbled, grumpy. "Learned my lesson now."

"I'd hope so."

"Oh, stop acting as if you never got hurt from doing something stupid." Tim grumbled. "We all make mistakes. Even you. Even Dick."

"Damn, that really had to hurt your pride if you're bringing up Dick's shit." Jason teased. He crossed his arms over his chest and Tim suddenly felt even colder without his warm touch on his skin.

"Well, it's kind of hard to forget Dick letting Deathstroke actually shoot him that one time in Russia."

"Oh yeah, that one was great." Jason threw his head back with a laugh. Tim punched him on the arm - that really wasn't funny, poor Dick - but a little smile danced on his lips as well (no, it wasn't funny, but it was so freaking stupid it was hard to talk about it with a straight face). "The look on his face was fucking precious."

"Good thing Bruce wasn't there. He'd go crazy."

"Hey, at least it would be fun to watch."

"It really wouldn't be. But don't you dare change the subject!" Tim playfully wagged his finger into Jason's face. "I want to see a scar you got because of being stupid. That's what you get for making fun of me."

"I wasn't exactly making fun of you-"

"C'mon, just show me!"

For a moment Jason watched him without a word. Tim waited for him to make another joke or show him something stupid like a papercut he got a few days ago and kept complaining about, but Jason just uncrossed his arms.

And then he gestured towards his chest, where his autopsy scars were.

"Jason-" Tim started quietly because this wasn't what he meant-

"This. This is what happened because I was being stupid." Jason ignored him, continued. His voice was carefully blank. "Because I trusted someone who didn't give two shits about me and let her lead me straight to that sick fuck."

"Jason-" Tim tried again. "I didn't-"

"I know that's not what you meant." He tried to grin but Tim saw it didn't reach his eyes the way it normally did. "But that's what happened. I was stupid and I got killed."

"No. No, Jason, you weren't stupid." Tim insisted, moving so close that their breaths mixed. He cupped Jason's cheek with those awfully cold hands and stopped him from looking away from him. "You were everything but stupid. You were being strong. You were being a hero. You did everything you could to help that woman and it's not your fault that she betrayed you. Those scars aren't proof of you being stupid, they show that you survived."

Jason breathed out, wet and shaky. And then he did something even more stupid than dying, even more stupid than Dick getting shot by Slade.

He closed the last centimeters between them and kissed Tim.

I have no idea how it turned into this, they were meant to feel each other up and make out a bit lmao and now they're pining messes instead. ANYWAY hope you liked it!!

(You can take part in the game by sending me 2 characters and what they're doing!)

#it was also meant to be shorter but what's new #thank you Zero 💕💕#such a lovely prompt #writing game #my writing #jaytim #timjay

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redheadspark · 11 months

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hello can i request #29 with azriel from acotar! thank u

A/N - I think this is beyond adorable and great for Azriel! Thank you for requesting this, anon!

Warm

Summary - Azrile brings you peace and love again after you return from being under the mountain

Warnings - Just some angst and fluff morphed together :)

Drip....drip.....

Drip.....drip...

You were watching the water drip down from the faucet, going in an inconsistent rhythm while you were hugging your knees to your chest and your hair was framining your face. It shoudn't take this amount of strength to reach over and turn the water on, to let the warm and nearly pipping hot water surround you in the massive claw tub, and you let the rest of the day melt away with the soaps that Elaine gifted you on your birthday.

But you couldn't reach it. Your mind was occupied somewhere else.

It has been years since you were trapped under the mountain, under the wrath of Amarantha and her sick reign and control over those who were her prisoners. You were one of the unlucky ones that suffered: Countless nights and endless nightmares that you would never see the light of day ever again, countless times of pain and punishment from either moving too slow or being too inconistant.

Worst of all, you were almost sold off as a sex slave. But you weren't, and you had Rhysand to thank for that.

The door to the bathroom opened and closed quietly, you instantly know who it was since you felt the soft licks of shadows along your bare back and your neck. It was a sense of greeting, a gnetle way and nothign too harsh. The soft sounds of boots waking onto the room was heard too, but then it stopped right next to you.

A scarred and calloused hand, touching the rim of the bathtub as the being crouched down to see at your eye level.

"My love?"

You looked away from the dripping water and over at Azriel, seeing him watch you with love in his eyes, some concern and pain, but mostly love. His hazel eyes were shining from the lights in the bathroom lights and candles that were already at work, his smile appeared as your eyes searched his own while he tilted his head at you, "Feyre told me you were feeling a bit out of it today. I came home early from training the new recruits to check on you,"

"Az...you didn't have to--" You were starting to say to him, but Azriel leaned in to press a kiss under your eyes and then pushed his head into yours. You breathed him in, the musky scent he brought with him from his vigorous training and work amongst the Illryian soldiers. But his scent was also his own: a mixture of the ocean breeze and some of the orange blossoms that were near your little townhouse you two lived in.

"I wanted to," He reminded you softly as his voice vibrated against your skin, "You're still healing, and I wanna be here for you as you heal: for the good and the bad, remember?"

You gulped and nodded your head, tears were falling freely now as Azriel pushed them away with his thumb. You knew Azriel would enver be parted from you for far too long, not anymore after he nearly lost you under the mountain for all the time. He swore to you that he would be at your side throughout your healing process, after hearing from Madja that it would take some time for you to bounce back to where you used to be. Madja laid it on thick and wasn't sugar coating it: you went through shit thanks to Amarantha.

Rhysand protected you from worsening nightmares, thanks to his persuasion and the methods he had to use on Aramantha. He didn't mind being her "whore" so to speak, since it would give him the opportunity to talk Amarantha down from selling your own body in return. You were grateful for him and his willingness to place his neck on the line for you, and when Azriel heard of this news, he could only thank Rhysand and owe him his life for saving you.

Azriel turned on the water and got the water flowing in the tub, then stripped off his own clothes slowly as you felt the water rising in the tub. The piping hot water along your sensitive skin was both soothing and yet uncomfortable, but it was better than being cold. Azriel, now bare and his shadows diminishing a bit against his wings, got into the bath behind you and leaned back against the back of the tub. With gentleness, he touched your bareback soothingly with his fingers and moved them up and down along the nobs of your spine.

The same scarred hands that were damaged when he was a boy, the very hands that had raised hell and fears in others with how deadly they are holding Truth Teller, were beyond gentle and loving to you as he was coaxing you to unwind and unravel from your fears. He never once gave you a sense of fear with his fingers and palms, on the contrary he was always soothing and kind.

Even after you two were reunited from under the mountain and became mates not too long after, Azriel stayed gentle. Maybe it was your love language, the delicate touch that made you feel so safe and loved at the same time. You had to wonder if he was like this with just his friends, but Cassian told you with reassurance it was just with you.

"Trust me, Az is not one to be a softy. Only with those he trusts with his life, and that's you,"

"Come back, my love," Azriel hummed at you, you unwinding your legs and finding yourself being leaned back against his muscular chest. The firmness of his chest along your back made you sigh in relief and his arms were linked along yours as your side. Your legs bracketing one another, and you knew he was doing that on the surface. No matter if you two were naked and bare in the tub, Velaris was right outside your curtain-drawn window, and the world going on with ease, you two were in the moment together. Azriel knew to ground you by touch, whether it was holding your hand or hugging you in bed, he knew how to calm you come skin contact. He was the same way: you would touch his shoudler when he was stressed or kiss the side of his head when life was too much. You helped him so much when he was in the rough patches.

Now he was going to help you heal in return.

He started to hum as the water magically stopped at the right spot, you both were mostly submerged under the water as the steam was rising in the air and along your face and neck. His humming was a song, an old lullaby you knew belonged to his mother who would sing to him when he was a little boy. He taught you the song in the earlier part of your friendship, and you thought the song was beautiful.

Ever since then, he would only hum it to you as a reminder: The song that was sung by the first woman he loved was now sung to the love of his life.

As he hummed, you moved his arms to drape around your chest and waist, cradling you against him as your eyes closed. Azriel never pushed you when it came to touching, especially as you were healing. So for you to make the first move and let you hold you close in his arms, Azriel felt his heart shift. He didn't care how long the process will take for you to be full again, he only knew that you were there in his arms, willing to lte him help you heal.

And you did heal, becoming stronger than ever.

The End

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