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sp4cepunisher · 10 months

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just a scratch [ e.williams ]

summary ; ellie takes care of you when you return home injured from being on patrol with dina.

warnings ; 18+ themes, minors dni ! strong language, some depictions of an injury [ skin-tearing, blood, a brief mention of amputation ], over-protective + major girlfriend!ellie vibes. she just loves you a lot tbh, and hates to see you hurt.

author’s note ; hhhhiiiii hi :D i decided to rewrite this! not unlike all of the other things that i have written + will continue to write, i scrutinised the previous version until i decided to delete it + make it better!!! it was labelled fluff but, like?? it wasn’t giving enough fluff?? i wanted protective gf ellie, but it just seemed rushed to me, to be honest. saying this, i reallyreallyreally appreciate the love you guys gave that tragic attempt at a return to this community!!! it made me super happy + spurred me on to want to rewrite it and make it better for you!!! we all deserve having sweet, caring, sometimes a little over-protective ellie in our lives + we deserve it to be written well!!!! i hope you can all enjoy this re-draft even more, and thank you for always being so patient + understanding when it comes to my obsession over the things that i post here!!! i’m just a bit of a perfectionist when i write, but i’m really happy with how this has turned out!!! as always, please let me know your thoughts + enjooooooy!!!! <3

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ellie’s love for you could have moved mountains; defied gravity; grown wings and soared above the clouds with determination to land on the sun. solid in how it had nestled itself into the pit of her heart and beautiful in the way it had developed buds which had flowered over time, the way the girl had allowed herself to feel for you for was something entirely indescribable. she had tried to write about it in her journal, and she had tried to talk about it in front of jesse, or dina— even joel, at times. but every single attempt seemed to result in scribbles, entire pages being torn out, or incoherent trains of thought which were often met with furrowed eyebrows. not to mention the further questions that would make her flush her own least favourite shade of pink, trip over her words as if they were cementing her feet between them, and that she didn’t have the answers to. she much preferred to express her love for you in less obvious ways— more private ways, like letting you take the first shower of the morning to make the most of the limited hot water, frying your eggs first because she knew that you didn’t like it when the pan got too greasy, or letting you pick the evening’s movie because she loved your concentration face when it came to watching you sift through her selection of dvds. she was loving, in a way that you hadn’t realised she could be. granted, she still got shy about it, even in front of you, but although useless when it came to verbalising her feelings, there was one thing that ellie was a master at:

keeping you safe.

a part of her believed that it was her sole duty, putting herself before you in every scenario that she found herself in with you at her side. ingrained in her; like a drug mingled with the blood in her veins, a language that she hadn’t remembered being taught but was fluent in, nevertheless. whether it was fighting the infected or the healthy, ellie was almost entirely fearless either way. and it wasn’t that she doubted your ability to look out for yourself, nor did she think that she could execute any of it better than you. it simply stemmed from her instinct to protect you, because she loved you. she had become sort of obsessed with it; with keeping you strapped to her side like her gun in its holster, tattooed forearm outstretched behind her like the arrow on a compass always displaying the right way to turn; ellie’s way to turn. and alongside this determination to look after you came a tendency to maintain a certain sense of disdain for letting you venture out on patrols and runs with anybody else, because ellie knew that nobody could protect you like she was sure she could— it was a kind of promise to herself, and to you, that your girlfriend had succeeded in keeping every single time the opportunity arose, without ever faltering. you couldn’t remember a time where you had ever returned home injured from a run or a patrol with ellie. you had barely even been sore.

the only exception to this rule of sorts that she had instilled within herself was when she was tied down with something else in jackson or elsewhere, and on this day in particular, when dina came to ask her if it was cool if you accompanied her on patrol, she found herself in this exact position; it was out of her control, because she knew that keeping her word to maria and helping her to set up the new routes for the next few weeks of runs and patrols was what she had agreed to, and she would stick to her promise. she couldn’t offer to go with dina herself, nor take her spot to keep you safe. she had no choice but to give in, and she always hated doing that.

“you’re helping maria here, and (y/n)’s free. i’ll bring her back,” dina reassured your girlfriend when she caught the look that she shot her way. she was well aware of the girl’s protective nature. if anything was to happen to you on her watch, dina wouldn’t put the idea of murder past ellie for a second. “i promise.”

“that’s a pretty big promise,” ellie’s brow furrowed, the lines that appeared on her face mimicking those that she had spent the past half hour etching onto the map in front of her; deep, stretching way past her control and branching off into unknown territory; beyond the safety that she knew she could provide. in a nutshell she trusted dina, but trusting her enough to relax against her promise to bring you back from a world that was merciless— one that was not lenient to those that had loved ones waiting for them at home, giving them a pass from death or mutilation simply because they had people to return to— was a different thing altogether. the world had become too foreign to care. a promise was nothing. she twirled the pen around between her fingers. “did she say she’d go?”

“uh, yeah,” dina exhaled, resting a fist on the table beside her and leaning into it. “yeah, she said she was up for it.”

ellie almost rolled her eyes at this. of course you had. she knew that you always wished that you could be in fifty places at once just to ensure that you didn’t let anybody down, or disrupt anyone’s plans. you were a people-pleaser, but not the bad kind. that’s what, on top of everything else, also bugged ellie. her conscience was fighting with itself; she knew that letting you go out of jackson without her would plague her mind for the rest of the day until your return, the urge to simply drop everything and make herself available to you gnawing at her bones right to the marrow, but she also knew that you wanted to help. it was in your nature. you were utterly good. the visual that was playing in her head was accurate, knowing you well enough to predict the willing nod that you had offered in response to dina’s question, masking the overriding sense of knowing better that had kicked your own conscience into consciousness; she knew that you had been the one that had told dina to come and double check with her, partly as a surefire way of letting her know where you would be for the rest of the day, but also as a way of gauging her general thoughts on it— she knew that you knew how protective she was of you, and at the same time as wanting to drop everything that she had agreed to do, to tell dina that she was happy to take this patrol and then make her way to your shared home just to toss your sneakers your way in a silent gesture of i’m here. let’s go., ellie decided against it. she smoothed the pad of her thumb over the rounded side of the pen that remained still gripped in her hand, and found that her gaze had involuntarily returned to the map before her. her eyes trailed over all of the possible routes that could be taken upon exiting jackson, mental grip slipping as she attempted to unscrew the stubborn lid on her memory in order to remember which paths hadn’t been cleared in a while.

“where are you heading?”

“north, straight up through the woods and past miller cabin.”

ellie’s thoughts wavered, and she pressed the tip of her pen into the wooden tabletop. the area north of jackson hadn’t been cleared in a few weeks, she knew that for sure. god knows how many more infected had shown up and were inhabiting it now— she even had the audacity to silently question whether or not dina would even be able to handle it. she also wondered if her protective nature was a sort of blessing in disguise; her instinct to take the lead every time, to reassure you that she would scope out the stagnant corridors which loomed like long, ghostly faces before you could follow in behind her was perhaps the wrong way to go about ensuring your safety. autonomy was probably more beneficial to you than following your girlfriend’s every move like her shadow. potential outcomes then began to race through her mind; images of you getting stuck between too many infected and not having anywhere else to turn; of dina assuming that splitting up and taking different routes would be a good idea, resulting in your disappearance and failure to return to jackson which would leave everybody simply assuming the worst. moving on. just another name amongst warnings. something to learn from. the idea that the heartbeat that she had spent months studying while you slept as it pulsed in the side of your neck could be stilled with just one wrong move made ellie’s stomach clench. that she would be the only one to inhabit the sheets within her bed; the imprint of your head in the pillow next to hers would become a sacred treasure, untouched, and encased in glass within the museum of ellie’s heart. the thought made her cringe.

the girl looked up at dina again, chewing the inside of her cheek before letting her jaw relax. “i mean, i can’t really stop you,” she felt her body sink into itself slightly, the words she spoke suddenly accompanied by a release of breath that she wasn’t too familiar with— a kind of letting go that felt unnatural, and that left its remnants wedged between her lungs. “if she said she’d go, then i guess she’s happy to go.”

“we’ll be careful. i’ll look out for her.”

ellie didn’t respond. she felt as though she couldn’t. instead, she felt herself forced to focus on the kind of heat that had begun rising at the very top of her spine and which was spreading like a disease up her neck, burning the spongiest part of her skull and trailing through to her jaw as dina’s shadow spanned out across the table like the worst kind of raincloud that was now looming over the map in front of her; over your name which she had absentmindedly carved into the table with the inky nib of her pen.

. . .

the evening sun was a bulbous yolk in the evening sky, bidding goodnight to the people of jackson. its setting behind the hammock of mountains and trees signalled the time to turn in for most, but for ellie it acted as the pendulum at the base of the clock that had loomed in the sky since you had left for miller cabin with dina about four hours earlier. it was as if it was refusing to set until you came home. stationary; a light to guide you back to safety. back to ellie.

her room felt stale. the sun was doing a terrible job at defrosting the cold air that lingered between ellie and her window, which she felt as though she hadn’t stopped looking out of since she arrived inside. maybe she hadn’t. like it was some kind of crystal ball that would somehow reveal your fate if she stared for long enough. she was unsure of how much time had passed, the spotlight of her mind shining solely and directly at the thought of you— how far you’d made it, what you’d found, if you were doing okay. she tried her very best to keep her faith in dina alive, trying to tell herself with a few dismissive shakes of the head and shrugs of the shoulders that you would be fine, soon to be returning home to her with barely a hair out of place, and your usual manner; rational, kind, always happy to see your girlfriend. and part of ellie felt moronic for spending the entirety of her day worrying, battling with a multiplicity of thoughts, and tearing the inside of her cheek to shreds, but the other part of her knew that it was only natural— she’d had enough of losing those she loved, and she wasn’t about to let her pride get the better of her. not this time.

the click of the latch on the door broke her train of thought, and her head snapped towards the sound so quickly that it was a surprise that it didn’t come detached from her neck altogether and land with a dull thump on the rug below her bed. she watched intently as a hand pushed firmly against the door, and a large shoe promptly wedged itself between the doorframe and the wood to help prop it open. slightly muffled voices were honestly hard to make out through the small gap in the door due to their gentle tone, but ellie could tell that it was you by the little laugh she heard pass through. her favourite sound. lifting herself from the mattress, the girl soon made quick work of swinging her legs over the side of her bed and even quicker work of standing up once she properly processed what was going on: jesse entered first, and ellie’s eyebrows furrowed at the sight that followed; his arm was tucked snugly beneath your armpit to support you as best he could in your footing that you were barely succeeding in achieving on one foot. it wasn’t long before your girlfriend noticed the large dark patch that had stained the outside of your now torn jeans just above your kneecap and which, in certain lights, she could see was a kind of black crimson. the worst kind, and bigger than she was comfortable with.

“jesus fucking christ,” she exhaled, her breath a little shaky. dina followed suit with your backpack draped over her shoulder, and her head tilting slightly to ensure your path to the couch was clear as jesse guided you through the small living space. she took wider steps to get ahead of the both of you, clearing a space atop the blankets for you. “is that—“

“it’s not,” dina was quick to interrupt ellie’s sentence, knowing exactly what the girl would say upon seeing your injury, almost before ellie did. jesse gradually let his arm slip from your body, mumbling a few words of encouragement as you sunk down onto the couch with a small intake of breath. “ellie, it’s not.”

“then what the fuck happened?”

“ellie, i’m fine.” you spoke.

the girl raised her eyebrows. “well, shit, (y/n). i don’t believe you.”

“i slipped— jesus,” you exhaled, face wrinkling up in considerable discomfort as jesse lifted your leg by your calve and propped it up on the coffee table in front of the couch. “i just slipped and it wasn’t anybody’s fault but mine.” you watched as your girlfriend made her way around the table to stand beside you, reaching a hand out to unstick the few pieces of hair that lay flush against your forehead with clammy perspiration, her callused thumb brushing over your forehead affectionately, but also as if to reassure herself that you were really there. that you had really made it home.

“there was a blockage along the path,” dina spoke quietly, as if slightly apprehensive about whether to join the discussion at all. “just before we reached miller’s cabin. tree fell, crushed a few cars, fenced a lot of infected in.”

“it was my idea to climb on top of the cars,” you used your hands to better recount your failed plan of action, tilting your open palms slightly to mimic your movements. “i was gonna try and, like, jump onto one of the window ledges across from them to see if there was a way around, but i didn’t even make it that far. my, fucking… foot slipped, and i tore my leg on a piece of rogue metal.”

ellie sighed heavily, filling the empty space beside you with a gentle squeak of the springs and being especially careful not to cause you any more pain with her body weight against the cushions. “fuck me, (y/n). why did you do that?” she questioned you, although secretly she knew the answer; it was you all over, never wanting to turn back from anything without being able to say you tried. “why the hell did you do that?”

you shrugged, lips parting as you tried to justify your stupidity in a way that ellie would truly believe, and dina placed your backpack down on the floor beside the couch. “we dressed the wound once we got far enough down the path. it’s sterile, and we managed to stop the bleeding,” she explained before you could speak. “jesse came out and helped me bring her in when he saw us arrive.”

“why didn’t you come and get me?”

you gave ellie a knowing look, and it was almost enough to cause the girl to crack a small smile. almost.

“she didn’t wanna worry you, dude.” there was even a smile in jesse’s voice, and you watched as he extended an arm to the wall and leaned his entire weight against it.

“didn’t want you jumping to conclusions,” you whispered teasingly, your eyes trailing over ellie’s face in an attempt to memorise every single part of it.

the brunette scoffed a small laugh, and for a second, from the look on her face, you wondered whether she was about to cry. the horrible thought flashed over your mind when you clocked the sudden shine that glossed her eyes, and the slight wrinkle between her eyebrows. from the way her teeth were pulling at the inside of her cheek, you knew that she was frustrated; upset with you; upset with herself. “…fuck.”

“we’ll give you guys some space,” dina spoke after a small pause in the conversation with a small nod, turning her body towards the front door and giving jesse a small nudge to the ribs. “let you get some rest.”

you looked over at the two of them, pressing your mouth into a tight-lipped smile. “thanks, you guys. don’t know what i would have done without you.”

jesse cocked a playful brow. “well, you wouldn’t have that giant gash in your thigh if it wasn’t for dina. in fact, you wouldn’t have even been out there if it wasn’t for—” his words were halted by a heavy smack to the shoulder from the girl behind him, which prompted him to twist the doorknob, and after which he uttered a small, “ow! why are you so violent?”

“goodnight, you two,” dina sighed, and glanced over her shoulder at the two of you. “feel better soon, okay, (y/n)?”

“thanks for bringing her home, dina. for looking after her.” ellie finally spoke, and dina turned back around for a moment upon stepping out into the night’s air

“i tried. a promise is a promise.” she shot you both a small smile, before pulling the door closed with a final click.

despite your injury, ellie had to admit to herself that her room was warmer with your return. she let her eyes scan over your profile, lingering slightly on the slope of your nose bridge, and the sculpted dip of your philtrum. her eyes fell to the side of your neck, and she felt herself visibly relax when she managed to clock the small thumping of your pulse. the same pulse she so often studied while you slept. “babe,” she whispered, regaining your full attention and earning her a small hum. “you’re okay?”

your face softened slightly, and you nodded. “yeah, ell. i’m okay.” she lifted a hand and placed it both reassuringly and gently on your good leg, giving your knee a squeeze before carefully leaning over your body and reaching for your backpack.

“please,” she huffed, plonking the bag down on her knees and retrieving your water bottle from inside. “drink something.” you complied to your girlfriend’s orders, letting her hand you the bottle and taking a few swigs from it to make your girlfriend happy. the water felt good as it swilled down your throat, softening the scratchiness and somehow lessening the pain in your thigh for a split second, though you were grateful for the momentary relief nevertheless. screwing the lid back onto the top, you placed the bottle beside you on the couch and turned your head to look at ellie again. “you could’ve died.” you watched her lips as she whispered.

you barely shrugged. “but i didn’t.”

ellie sighed. “fuck, (y/n).”

“ellie. i’m right here,” you insisted, though your voice remained soft and shrouded in moonlight. “yeah, i got hurt. and yeah, it sucks. but it will heal, and i’m here, and i’ll be okay.”

this wasn’t the first time that ellie was rendered pretty speechless by your ability to comfort her with a handful of simple, yet meaningful words. despite thinking of you all day, almost worrying herself into a mental decline and narrowly avoiding fucking up the work she completed for maria, you had immediately calmed her nerves. you somehow always knew how to relax her tense muscles, unclench her gritted teeth, and supply her with fresh air to breathe. here you were; raw beneath your bandage, still adorned in your blood-stained clothes, and probably exhausted. but you were alive; here, and breathing; here, and still as pretty as she had seen you that same morning, barely succeeding in keeping your heavy eyelids open as the two of you lay dozing in the sun-soaked bedsheets; here, and reassuring your girlfriend that things were alright.

“i love you,” the girl whispered, leaning a little closer just to tilt her chin upwards and press the gentlest of kisses to skin between your eyebrows. “i love you so much. i was, like, shitting my pants all day. hated not knowing whether or not you were okay. felt helpless.” her voice had fallen into a mumble, and you looked up at her with a hint of a smile.

“and i love you. even if you do worry too much.”

a shadow of a smile flickered over ellie’s lips, and she licked over them. “i worry for a reason,” she chuckled quietly, barely even loud enough for you to hear despite sitting so close to her. “clearly. how long sinced dina dressed your leg?”

you glanced down toward the coffee table, turning your leg to the side slightly to get a better look at the stain on your jeans to check that it hadn’t spread any wider, and to ensure ensure that you hadn’t bled through the barrier. “uhh, maybe… i don’t know, a couple of hours ago?” you returned your gaze to the girl beside you, whose own eyes were fixed on the maroon bloodstain.

“and you promise it doesn’t hurt? you don’t need me to clean it, change the bandage?”

“i promise.”

the girl was quiet for a moment, gaze trailing back up your leg before she turned her head and found your eyes. “is it bad under there?” she whispered, as if frightened of the answer. you shook your head gently, silently judging yourself for the way in which your heart fluttered at the concern that tainted ellie’s tone. you knew she would have been worried sick all day, but you couldn’t help but find it just slightly amusing how hard her outer shell appeared to everyone else. to those who didn’t know her. to anyone that wasn’t you.

“oh, yeah,” you whispered, trying to maintain a degree of seriousness in your voice, and ellie’s breath caught in her throat. “dina didn’t tell you, but, like… she almost had to perform the world’s first amputation while on horseback.” you couldn’t hold back the grin that tugged your mouth upwards, along with the heavy exhale that accompanied it through your nose. your smile grew wider when you watched as ellie noticeably relaxed upon realising that you were joking, and rolled her eyes.

“you’re so sick, you know that? sick and fucking twisted!” she leaned her elbow on the arm of the couch and rested the side of her head against her open palm. “jesusfuckingchrist.”

“i’m okay, ellie, i promise.” you reassured her, now in all seriousness. “i know that the blood probably makes it look scary, but it’s really not that bad. just a small gash.” extending a hand, you placed it on your girlfriend’s jean-clad thigh and gave it a squeeze, smoothing your little finger over her kneecap. the girl’s ivy eyes caught onto yours in a way that they had before, but that you swore to yourself over, and over again that you would never get used to: utterly loving, with no shadowed thoughts to cloud over it, and completely unapologetic, at that. with a small shuffle of her legs, and lifting her head from her hand, she got herself closer to you and took a second to lick over her lips.

“come here,” she whispered, hooking her pointer finger beneath your chin and reeling you forwards slightly. you pretty much immediately melted into her touch, allowing her to mould you into whatever position she wanted you aided by just her hands, and captured her lips with yours as they brushed. in a chaste, yet meaningful kiss, you brought your hand from her leg and used it to cup her face, pushing away a strand of her auburn hair behind her ear. her own hand trailed up your arm, briefly warming the skin beneath your clothes before resting on the dip of your shoulder, lingering there even after the gentle kiss came to an end. “i love you,” ellie spoke, the tip of her nose almost slow dancing with yours as they brushed. “i don’t know what i’d do if i lost you.”

you offered her a small smile, lifting your shoulders in a shy little shrug. “and you’ll never know. ‘cause i’ll always be here.” your sweet, yet earnest words made ellie smile, the greenest part of her eyes twinkling optimistically right before you, like a shooting star passing through the sky just for less than a second, but for long enough to remember its short presence forever. she pressed one last short, firm kiss to your lips before glancing over her shoulder at your shared bed.

“you should lay down, babe.”

pulling at the corner of your lip with your teeth, you nod. “soon. wanna stay here with you, just a little longer,” ellie’s small smile brought another one to your own lips, and you elbowed her side lightly. “missed you.”

“missed you. when i wasn’t busy almost killing myself over what could’ve happened to you, and almost fucking up maria’s maps.” she mumbled, and you gave an amused hum.

“well, at least assuming the worst made this situation look a whole lot better. right?”

ellie pulled a face, twirling a piece of your hair that she had picked up somewhere along the way around her two fingers. “i wouldn’t say that, but, yeah. i’m definitely happy that you aren’t dead.”

you raised your eyebrows, scoffing a laugh and letting your head fall back against the couch. “thanks, ell. i’m happy i’m not dead, either.”

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kimbappykidding · 1 year

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Your relationship with Yeonjun ends abruptly when he cheats on you with your member but neither of you can quite move on from one another

Even though it had been almost 4 months since you'd broken up, Yeonjun still froze every time he saw you. It did get better the more times he saw you in a day but the first time always got him.

While you didn't freeze every time you saw Yeonjun and the pain had lessened considerably, you did think of him and still missed him which made you mad at yourself every time. You also still found him attractive too which didn't help. You pretty obviously had a type and the only other guys you found attractive looked like him. You watched him performing during his latest comeback and sighed, he always knew how to work a stage. The problem was this wasn't a normal breakup where you just lost touch or were going down different paths. No, this break-up was caused by the ultimate betrayal between Yeonjun and one of your own members.

You weren't too close to your members before but Yeonjun and Ari's actions had ruined everything. You always felt slightly left out of your group being the only foreign member but any relationship you did have with was made worse by how most of your group took her side. They, of course, were sympathetic at first but they liked her more than you so encouraged you to think of the group and to remember it was just a kiss. You wanted to scream when they said that because it wasn't just a kiss. The image was still ingrained in your mind all this time later. Of the two of them together, her in his lap and how his hands held her hips as they moved together. It probably would've progressed to more if you hadn't walked in on them. The aftermath was the worst time of your life. Your only support system was your fellow Thai Idols and if it wasn't for Lisa and Minnie you're not sure what would've happened to you or what you would've done. You only had a year until your contract ended and then you were gone. In your mind, you were done with singing and music. It had been your passion since you were a child but now you wanted nothing to do with it, you just wanted to be alone. The company was trying to sweeten you up by giving you a solo and all the creative input possible but you just wanted out. Yeonjun knew how much he'd hurt you and he hated it. His actions with Ari had been his worst moment too and he tried punishing himself but there was nothing he could do to make it hurt less. So when you dumped him he didn't fight it, he did everything so you wouldn't have to see his face or have people ask you about him. He encouraged his members, who of course were friends with you after 2 years of dating, to still be there for you. However, you told Beomgyu you'd prefer not to see any of them for a while and that broke Yeonjun. Not only had he ruined your life he'd also broken 4 friendships. Time passed and Yeonjun had no idea how you were doing. He'd left you alone and avoided your group like the plague but recently he'd been thinking a lot about you. There was some drama with his family and he didn't know what to do. Your family was similar to Yeonjun's and you always got his feelings and understood his thinking. So he desperately wanted to discuss it all with you but of course, he couldn't. Soobin noticed Yeonjun had been down a lot recently and Yeonjun explained the situation. "Just when I think me hurting Y/n can't get any worse things like this pop up and I realise how much she was there for me. I'd give anything to talk to her about this" he sighed and Soobin frowned "well what if you asked her?". Yeonjun's heart picked up "but I can't! After what I did to her how can I ask for help?". Soobin nodded "I know but this is about your family who she always cared a lot about. Plus, you want to be friends with her again don't you?". "More than anything" Yeonjun nodded and Soobin nodded "well then you'll have to make a first step sometime. Test the waters, be very clear she doesn't have to respond to you and can ignore you. Ask her permission and be as compensating as possible. Don't ask to meet up, give her the choice to just text if she wants to but I'd say try". Yeonjun sighed but nodded. He was terrified but he trusted Soobin, so he wrote the text and sent it. You looked at your phone and saw a name you hadn't seen in 5 months since he stopped texting you. You were on the phone with Lisa in seconds. You sent her a screenshot of the text and she read it in silence. "What are you feeling?" she asked. "Angry" you replied "after all he's done he expects emotional labour? Someone to sound ideas off and comfort him?". Lisa nodded "I agree but he did give you multiple chances to say no. I know he sent the text anyway so there's still some emotional collateral but you don't have to reply. You can delete this and he knows". You sighed "should I do that? I should right?". Lisa frowned "Look I hate his guys but I'm only saying this because I think you're too scared too...you miss him and I know you worry about him and still care for his family. You're a good person and I know you'll torment yourself with worry about him if you don't atleast text him back". You nodded "I want to text him back and that makes me hate myself". Lisa shook her head "don't...you can't help it. Plus it's just a text. It doesn't mean you've forgiven him or are condoning his action It doesn't mean anything". You nodded and took a breath "okay help me write a reply". Nearly an hour later Yeonjun received a reply and he actually gasped. "What?" Taehyun asked and he smiled "Y/n texted me back!". "That's great" Huening Kai smiled and the younger members started getting excited. Yeonjun shook his head "don't do that. She's still sad, I can tell by her message and she's only agreed to help me because of my parents". "But still it's something" Beomgyu said and Yeonjun nodded "yeah it is". You only sent Yeonjun 3 texts but they did drain you and brought up a lot of old memories. It didn't help that you were also working on your solo which happened to be a sad ballad at the time. It helped in that every note you sang was so raw and honest but that didn't make you feel much better. Your members all went quiet when they first heard it and you knew why. They all knew you were signing every single note to Yeonjun and Ari and you didn’t care to try and hide it. The first time you performed it live they were both there in the audience and you felt your emotions take over. They surged out of you through your voice and you gave the most emotional and powerful performance of your life.

You hit the final note and the stage went black. The audience screamed and other idols clapped along, many female idols had glossy eyes that they tried to hide and all your idol friends were wiping away tears. Ten was stood up clapping, Lisa looked furious on your behalf and Minnie who happened to be behind TxT was screaming loudly for you. But through it all, you only saw Yeonjun. He was staring at you and when you locked eyes he looked so ashamed and shocked. Like he never quite realised what he'd done to you. You held his eye for a few seconds before taking a deep breath and quickly fixing a smile on your face. You waved to your fans and made your way off stage as if it didn't feel like you were crumbling. You figured you just had to act like that wasn't the biggest moment of your career and should pretend as if nothing happened.

But Yeonjun didn't feel that way. He made an excuse to the staff and rushed backstage to find you. He knocked on your dressing room door and you opened it not expecting to find him there. "Y/n...I need to speak to you" he said. You knew Yeonjun and if he didn't say whatever was on his mind he'd probably explode so you let him in. Luckily he got right to the point. "Y/n I know I hurt you but I never knew I made you feel that way...I'm so sorry". You blinked at him unsure what to do or say. For so long you thought if he just knew how you felt and apologised you'd be at peace but you weren't. The sorry felt redundant now but it still hurt. So you just shrugged "it happened, it's over now". Yeonjun frowned "but you're still hurting. I can tell, I know you remember". You rolled your eyes "you don't get to tell me you know me!" you said sharply and Yeonjun raised his hands "you're right! I'm sorry. All I meant is I can see in your eyes you aren't happy. You nodded "of course I'm not for so many reasons! You cheated on me for one, with one of my members! A person I have to see practically every day so try healing from that. You put an immovable wedge between me and all my members. A wedge I just made a chasm by singing that solo. A solo everyone loves by the way which is great but also so fucking sad because it's about the worst time in my life and I re-live it every time I sing those words...and the worst part is through all of that I still care about you...and miss you and wonder about you". Yeonjun stared at you unsure what to do. Hearing you still cared about him made him want to leap for joy but the tears running from your cheeks made him realise this wasn't a good thing. "You ruined me Yeonjun" you said softly "and I don't think I'll ever recover from that". Yeonjun frowned "I'm so sorry Y/n" tears filled his own eyes "there's not a day that goes by where I don't regret what I did to you or hate myself for it. I'd take it all back in a heartbeat and I still care about you too. I'll never forgive myself for what I did to you and all I can say is I'm sorry". You were crying fully now and Yeonjun's instinct to try and hug you won out. He gently put his arms around you and while at first, you were rigid the moment you smelt his scent you couldn't help it. You were soon crying into his shirt and couldn't stop yourself. You just felt so overwhelmed and your brain was confused, unsure if Yeonjun was still safe or not after all those years of him being your support system. You were too tired to remember to be angry. You were just sad. You stopped crying a while later and Yeonjun sat beside you. He'd given you his jacket at some point and you had some water. You'd been crying so hard you now had hiccups and were trying to get them to stop. "Do you want me to take you home?" Yeonjun asked "or I can order you a taxi if you'd rather not be with me?". You just wanted to go home so you shook your head "let's go". Yeonjun nodded and rushed to grab his stuff. You drove in silence until Yeonjun pulled up outside your apartment. "I know talking about it is painful but I think it could also help you get closure. I know I'm the last person you want to hear this from but I'm worried about you Y/n. You're very pale and skinny, your eyes look tired and if your members are a problem then that's not good for your stress levels. If I can be one less problem I'll do it so if you need me to stand there while you scream or to send angry message then do it". You nodded slightly "I think I need closure and there's one thing that always bugged me...why?". Yeonjun paused as the question he'd always been dreading finally came up. "Why did you cheat on me?" you asked "you always told me it was a mistake you regretted but never explained why you did it in the first place". Yeonjun sighed "it just kind of happened. It had building I guess, Ari used to flirt with me and I'd flirt back encouraging her. I thought there was nothing wrong with it but then it became way too normal and we both got bolder and then that happened. I never planned on doing anything, she was just there and I was tired and lonely it just happened". You weren't sure what you were expecting, some reasonable excuse but that was your answer. He was tired. You almost laughed. "Well let's hope you're on a better sleep schedule now" you replied and got out of the car. You walked away and felt something shift in the universe. Things were about to change. One year later Yeonjun watched you on stage and couldn't believe you were the same person as before. You'd left your company the second you could and hadn't looked back. You signed up at a new company and seemed to be thriving. You performed your song on stage to a screaming crowd and idols singing along. Your debut solo song had done really well and you'd already won 2 awards for it. You looked so much better. You were back to a healthy weight and your smile didn't seem forced anymore. You looked happy and that pleased Yeonjun. That's all he wanted for you. He saw you again that night sandwiched between G-Idle and BlackPink. Yeonjun had noticed how pretty much all the girl groups and several of the boy groups had become friends with you and as you walked several called out to you. Then you paused as you spotted him at the bar. You hesitated and Yeonjun shook his head "you go I'll go later" he said and went to back away but you shook your head. You walked right up to him and took a breath "I need to tell you something". Yeonjun nodded and looked at your expectantly. "I forgive you" you said and Yeonjun's eyes widened "really?". You nodded "I'm in a much better place than last year and I've decided to let go of any of those bad memories or pain. I'm not saying what you did was right...that's not what forgiveness is, but I choose to let go now". Yeonjun nodded "thank you and I'm really happy to see you doing so well. You look...well happy". You nodded "I am, for the first time in nearly 2 years I am". Yeonjun smiled "that's great, you deserve it all". You nodded and moved away. "You okay?" Soobin asked, having observed the whole thing and Yeonjun nodded. For the first time since your breakup, he let out a deep breath he'd been holding because you were okay. You'd recovered from what he'd done to you and his worst fear of him causing you irredeemable damage hadn't come true. You were stronger than the bad he'd done to you. Yeonjun would always carry the weight of what he'd done to you but he was so happy you'd recovered. It was a relief and something he'd always be grateful for. He loved seeing you smile and you were truly thriving, enough to even repair some old friendships. About a month later Yeonjun came back from the bathroom to hear a familiar but sorely missed sound. You laughing. He saw you chatting with Soobin and Huening Kai. You must've somehow found each other at this kpop event and got talking. Soobin said something and Huening hid behind you as you argued back jokingly. He watched the scene and smiled to see you doing so well but then he paused. He felt a much more familiar pang of regret realising this not being normal was all his fault. He'd never gotten over you or been able to move on and he was fairly sure he never would. As if sensing his thoughts Soobin looked up and spotted him. You followed his gaze and met Yeonjun's eye. His breath paused but then you smiled softly and gestured for him to come over. He felt so surprised but also joyful and hurried over. "Hey" he said trying to act casual "what's Soobin done wrong now". Soobin mocked gasped and Huening giggled. You smiled "he was just teasing Huening for his plushies" you told him "he threatened to throw some away". Yeonjun laughed "that would be like torture to Huening!". You nodded "that's what I said" and laughed before you seemed to realise what you were doing. "Well it was really great seeing you again, good night" you called and walked away. Once you'd gone both boys turned to Yeonjun. "You both just stood and had a conversation!" Soobin said. Yeonjun nodded "I know...and it felt amazing". After that, you had several more chats with TxT and Yeonjun. You'd nod to each other at award shows and talk behind the scenes. Yeonjun would sometimes find your friends watching or glaring at him as you did but that was okay. He was so grateful you had them and all they'd done for you so they had the right to be angry at him long after you'd forgiven him. The more he was around you the more he realised he still had feelings for you and that they weren't going anywhere. He hadn't dated anyone in nearly 2 years since you'd broken up and honestly he'd never even thought about it. He knew you were the love of his life and he figured he'd wrecked all of that but now you were talking again he wasn't sure. You still fit together so well and the last time you'd run into each other went to get a coffee and stayed talking for hours. The way you looked at him gave Yeonjun hope things weren't over and so he kept a watchful eye for any hint from you, that you might want something more. When he got it at a party where the two of you found yourselves outside together all night, he went for it. "Y/n I...I never stopped loving you" Yeonjun said and your breath caught in your throat. Yeonjun carried on "I still love you and I know after everything I've got some nerve even asking but is there any way you could give me a second chance? I've learned my mistake I promise, I just want you back". Your heart was hammering in your chest and your brain hurt with all the thoughts processing. When a while passed and you didn't reply Yeonjun prompted you "Y/n?". You took a breath "sorry I just need a minute...I don't know what the smartest thing for me to do is". Yeonjun nodded "I know your brain is probably screaming at you to tell me to suck it but I swear Y/n I will never hurt you like that again. You can trust me and I will prove that to you every single day". You sighed "see I believe you mean that but what if that changes? You never set out to hurt me the first time but Yeonjun I almost didn't survive this. I'm not sure I can take a second one". Yeonjun shook his head "me either which is why you can trust me. I know how badly I messed up and it was the worst time of my life. So no matter what happens I will never let things get that bad. I'll be open and honest with you throughout. Please just give me a chance to show you". You looked at him "please don't hurt me again" and Yeonjun broke. He rushed forward and cradled you against him. "Never" he said kissing your forehead tenderly before looking into your eyes "does this mean...?". His voice wavered and you saw the emotion in his eyes so you nodded. "I still love you too" and you kissed him. Yeonjun had literally dreamed of this scenario for so long that it didn't feel real. He kissed you back, his brain unable to process if his wildest dream was really happening. You were giving him a second chance! When you pulled away you were both laughing and crying at the same time. "I won't let you down Y/n, I swear it" Yeonjun said concentrating so hard he was frowning and you smiled "I know, I trust you" and you did. You could feel the truth in Yeonjun's words and could also feel something else. You weren't sure what it was but something was telling you this was the right thing to do and that your struggles with Yeonjun were over. Your future together was going to be bright. _______

Just to clarify I am in no way saying cheating is something Yeonjun would do! I just wanted to explore a sad storyline with Yeonjun :)

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Hitoshi Shinso x Reader - Don’t

(A/N): GENDER-NEUTRAL READER! The flashbacks in this story are all in italics and not in any particular order, if you know the game Beyond: Two Souls it’s kinda like that. Also, if you have depression or feel suicidal, please contact someone that can try to help you, may it be a friend, a family member, a therapist or the suicide prevention hotline.

Warnings: Suicide, self-harm, depression, angst with comfort

Words: 6,700

“Hey, do you want to walk home together?”, Hitoshi was standing next to your desk, waiting patiently. School had ended about five minutes ago but you hadn’t bothered packing your things and getting up from your seat. The two of you were the only ones left in the classroom. You slowly looked up from your desk and into your friend’s eyes, the empty look in your gaze made his brows furrow a little.

“Sorry, not today. I still have to… talk to a teacher, no need to wait for me. We’ll go together tomorrow, okay?”, you gave him a small smile to strengthen your words. Don’t let him know. You knew that your smile was weak, it looked fake and not very convincing. But Shinso didn’t seem to notice, or maybe he did, just didn’t care enough to point it out. Why would he care anyway? He nodded and shifted on his feet before heading towards the door.

“Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow, then. Have a nice afternoon.”

“You too!”, you called after him as he silently left the room. As soon as he was out of sight, your smile faded. You glanced downwards at your pen and notebook you still had on your table from the last lesson. You were lucky that your friend hadn’t looked at what you had written on one of the pages. Carefully ripping the page out, you neatly folded it and placed it in the middle of your desk.

Then you stood up and went to Hitoshi’s seat. You ripped out another page from your notebook and folded it. This letter was explicitly for him, no one else should be allowed to read it. So you tucked it into the small space under his desk, where books and notes would normally be. Then you finally packed your things and headed out of the classroom. But your destination wasn’t the exit of the U.A., your home or the park you went to so often, it was the rooftop.

It was weird how calm you felt. Your mind was at ease, at least as at ease as it could be. You had thought about this long enough, you had planned out everything. There was no going back now. Your life had been on a downward spiral for months now. There was no escape from it.

While heading up the stairs, your mind couldn’t help but drift to the image of your best and only friend, Hitoshi. You had no one else, maybe because you pushed them all away or because they realised what a mess you were. But Hitoshi had stayed with you, maybe because he didn’t see all the signs, just like everyone else. He remained by your side, making your days just a little brighter every now and then. Hell, you didn’t even know if he really was your friend. He didn’t like anyone, so chances were pretty small that he liked you for real. Maybe he just needed someone to pity, someone that was seen as more of an outcast than him, so he could feel better about himself. That was probably it. That would explain why he looked past all of the signs that you weren’t fine and just kept on living his life. He wasn’t your friend, even if you wished he was. Even if you wished that he maybe would be something more.

Finally, you reached the door to the rooftop. You pushed it open with what little strength you had left. Your arms were aching from all the hidden cuts you had on them. You had lost count of how many cuts there were and you could’ve cared less if you had just bled out during one of the times you had continuously pressed a blade into your skin. The cutting hurt, of course, but it felt relieving and distracting sometimes. After a while, you had gotten almost addicted to it. What made it worse was the shame you felt afterwards, the need to hide those ugly scars and wounds… But you always went back to it, without being able to explain why.

The sun was shining brightly, only a few white clouds littered the sky, a nice, warm summer day for everyone else. Days like these always seem too good for suicide. In movies, books and video games the moments when someone kills themselves, it’s always cloudy, rainy or gloomy in general. But not in real life, no. Rainy days were sad enough as they were, no need to make them worse. Now that you thought about it, rain would make it easier to clean your blood from the pavement. But that would be none of your concern soon enough.

You let your bag fall to the ground near the door, a loud thud could be heard from where it landed. You didn’t like the sound but if anything inside of it broke, it wouldn’t be a big deal. It wasn’t like you would need it any longer. You took off your uniform blazer. The slight breeze up on the building cooled your skin and made your cuts and scars tingle. This time, before setting it on your fallen bag, you folded the jacket into a messy square. Now that your belongings had been discarded somewhere behind you, you took a few steps towards the edge of the building. It was still a few metres away from you but you could already see some of the school grounds below you. Slowly, you took off your indoor shoes and let them hang from your fingertips.

You took a step forward. You watched some of the last students leave through the U.A. Barrier. Another step forward. If you leaned forward a little, you could see how far up you were. What else would you expect from a school building with more than 10 floors? One last step. Your feet were almost at the edge of the building. You set down your shoes next to you and looked down at your soon-to-come destiny. It was weird how easy it had been to get up here. The door to the rooftop was never locked, it was just heavy. There were no chain fences anywhere to prevent people from falling. Did nobody at the U.A. ever commit suicide before? Did nobody come up here at some point? It didn’t make a lot of sense but at least it made your mission less complicated.

“Just a few more minutes,” you told yourself. Just a few more minutes to admire the view around you. Just a few more minutes and everyone would be gone. Just a few more minutes and you would be set free from this miserable life.

——

“Alright, class! For this project, you will be working in pairs-”, the teacher announced and everyone started whispering to one another- “Hold on! Before you kids get too excited, I have already assigned you to a partner who I think will complement your work attitude and knowledge level the most.”

Once again, the class broke out into a wave of noise, mostly disapproving of the decision their homeroom teacher made. You glanced back at one of your friends, who had already tried to ask you if you could work together, and gave them an apologetic look. To be honest, you didn’t mind working with another partner now and then but your friends obviously always wanted you to be in their group. You didn’t quite know if it was because you were friends or because you always did most of the work without complaining. The teacher started to read out two names each and the tension in the room started to grow. All hope of somehow getting paired up with a friend vanished when their names were called to work with someone else. That only left one question unanswered. Who would you have to work with?

“(L/n) and…-“, your head perked up at the sound of your name and you looked straight at your teacher, practically bursting with anticipation-“Shinso.”

Once again, the whole class started to whisper to one another. “Poor thing, she has to work with the freak.” “I’m glad that I’m not paired up with him…” “He’s probably gonna brainwash them.” Those were only a few things you picked up on from all the gossiping. You glanced towards the seat where your partner sat. He was looking back at you, lavender eyes meeting yours for a second. You mustered up a small smile and waved at him. He turned his head away not even a second later. Okay… Rude. But you wouldn’t judge him, ever since he came here, his classmates had been treating him like he was some kind of villain. You were sure that he wasn’t. After all, he had applied at the U.A. to be a hero, just like everyone else in this class.

“Hi. It’s nice to work with you.-”, you sat down at the table in front of him and turned your chair to talk to him. Another small smile graced your features as you stuck out your hand for him to shake-“I don’t think we’ve introduced ourselves before. I’m (Y/n) (L/n).”

The purple-haired boy looked up at you with a hint of surprise in his eyes. Was he surprised that you were talking to him at all? His stare fell to your outstretched hand for a second but he didn’t shake it.

“Hitoshi Shinso.”, he replied and looked away again. You grimaced as your retracted your hand. Don’t be rude to him, don’t be rude…

“Alright, Shinso. Then let’s start with our project. I expect you to pull your weight, unlike my friends other there…”, you pointed towards them and chuckled a little. You were lucky that you looked back at him at just the right moment. Otherwise, you would’ve missed the small smile that flashed on his face.

“Don’t worry, I will.”

——

Shinso had a weird feeling when he left the classroom. He hoped that you weren’t in trouble if you had to talk to a teacher. He didn’t remember that you did anything wrong. Sure, you had forgotten your homework a few times but that was nothing worthy of having to talk to someone. Now that he thought about it, your behaviour, in general, had been weird lately and he couldn’t explain why.

The thought would not leave his mind as he changed his shoes and put them into the small locker with his name on it. He slung his bag over his shoulder and started walking towards the school’s exit. Your face kept popping up in his mind and Hitoshi couldn’t shake the feeling that something had been off about you. He was tempted to go back and look for you, ask you if something was wrong. But he didn’t. He kept walking and decided to talk to you the next day. No, he would visit you later, since the two of you didn’t live far away from one another. It had been a while since the two of you had hung out, and he was sure that you would be happy about spending time with him again.

“Look! There’s someone on the rooftop!”, a female student suddenly called out to the group she was walking with. The comment made Hitoshi turn around to see for himself and sure enough, someone stood at the edge of the school building, almost close enough to fall.

“Who is it?”, another student asked, worry laced in their tone.

“Isn’t that one of the students from 1-C?-”, a male student with an enhanced sight quirk asked. This made Shinso tense up. No. That couldn’t be, right? You wouldn’t do something like that, right?-“I think I know them… (L/n), I think…”

His blood ran cold at the sound of your name. He had to do something! He couldn’t just stand there and watch it happen. Hitoshi called out for someone to get a teacher as he began running back towards the building. He let his bag fall to the ground carelessly, all that mattered was that he reached you before it was too late. God, how did he not see this earlier? How did he not notice?

——

“Wow, (Y/n) are you trying to cosplay as Shinso or something? You look like you haven’t slept in days…”, your friend laughed as she sat down on your table. You let out a weak chuckle in order to brush your tiredness off.

“Very funny… You know me, I just stayed up all night watching Netflix…”, you lied. It was believable enough for her as she lightly punched your shoulder.

“You’re such a nerd! I don’t know how you could ever do that without falling asleep eventually.”

“Oh, I have my ways…”, you looked away from her, hoping that she would just leave the topic. Your eyes wandered over to Hitoshi, who looked a little more concerned than your friend could ever be. You gave him the best smile you could manage in this state and then looked away again.

——

“God, it’s so warm in here… I don’t understand how you can walk around with your blazer on…”, your friend whined as she leaned back in her chair and waved her hand in front of her face to fan at least a bit of cold air onto her.

“You think so? It’s not that warm… Besides… I think it’s important to always wear our uniform properly.”, you didn’t look up from the book you were trying to read but you heard someone else approaching.

“You know that it’s allowed not to wear your blazer in the summer, right?”, it was Hitoshi. He looked at you with a slightly amused face as he sat down at the lunch table next to you.

“Of course, I know that… I just don’t think it’s that warm in here.”, you quickly replied, hoping that the argument would be enough.

“Okay, okay… By the way, aren’t you going to eat anything, (Y/n)?”, this time you looked up from your book and into the questioning gazes of everyone at the table. You shrunk into your seat a little, not liking all the attention your classmates gave you.

“Uhh, you know… I’m not that hungry… I had a pretty good breakfast this morning, I’m still full from that.”, another lie that everyone seemed to believe. Nobody noticed how skinny you had gotten in the past few months. Nobody noticed the small growls that your stomach made every now and then. Nobody noticed the sweat that was running down your forehead from the warmth of summer and no one noticed the small bloodstain on your right sleeve. Don’t let them find out.

——

Hitoshi rushed up the stairs as fast as he could, tripping on some of them out of sheer panic. God, he hoped that you hadn’t done anything yet. His eyes were wide with fear and his breathing was erratic as he reached the last flight of stairs that hopefully led to the rooftop. The door was closed and he basically had to ram into it to get it open. Stumbling a little, he caught himself from the force and looked around frantically. Next to his feet were your bag and blazer. He had never seen you without it in school. This wasn’t good… He let his gaze drift over the area and finally spotted you to his right.

“(Y/n)…”, he spoke and took a step in your direction. Your head turned a little so you could see him from the corner of your eye but you didn’t answer him. Of course, you didn’t.

He took a good look at you, and let his eyes inspect your entire body. You had your hair down, just letting it sway in the wind, no up-do, no accessories. Your shoes had been left behind you, a clear sign of what you were about to do next. Your arms were hanging loosely at your sides. The bandages that had once covered them had been cast aside, laying next to you on the floor. Shinso could see the red cuts and scars that were littered across both of your forearms. How had he not noticed those before? The thought of you hurting yourself made his stomach turn. Now you turned around to fully look at him. You did not step away from the edge, however, which made the boy even more uneasy. He looked up into your eyes just to notice that you were staring right back at him. Your expression was so empty, so devoid of emotion, it scared him. But your eyes held a sadness that he couldn’t describe. They looked broken and lonely. To think that you had hidden all of this away behind a perfect mask for god knows how long made him want to cry. He felt horrible for not noticing your state sooner, for not helping you when you needed it most.

“Please… Don’t do this.”, he pleaded with you. Hitoshi was fighting with himself not to cry in front of you. He needed to stay strong until you were out of danger. You didn’t move a muscle, now you avoided his eyes.

“Look, I don’t know what you’re going through but I know that we can work through this together if you just come to me.”, once again, no answer. You wanted to respond so badly, you wanted to cry and hug him. You wanted to tell him so many things but deep down a voice convinced you not to.

“Don’t answer him. He’ll start controlling you and everything will be ruined. He just wants someone around that he can pity.”, you thought to yourself. It was true, Hitoshi wanted to use his quirk to stop you but he knew that you had learned too much about it. You were smart enough not to react.

——

“The sports festival is coming up… This could be your chance to get into the hero department, Shinso…”, you sat down next to your classmate with an excited look on your face. Said student slightly turned his head to you.

“It’s going to be a chance for you too, you know,” he replied but you shook your head.

“Eh… I don’t think so. I’m fine with staying in the general department for now… It’s not like my quirk is good enough for a hero anyway.-”, you waved your hand dismissively-“But if you want, we can train together, find out more about the limits and ways of your quirk.”

“You…would do that for me?”, Hitoshi looked surprised, of course. Who would ever be willing to give up their free will?

“Yeah, why not?”, you just asked, seemingly not thinking about the things he could make you do. Now your friend was officially dumbfounded. Sometimes he really didn’t understand you. To think that you trusted him this much made his heart swell with happiness.

“Thank you,” was all he could muster up, which made you chuckle.

“Alright, then let’s meet after school. We’re not just gonna use your quirk, so put on something sporty, okay?-“, you paused for a second and glanced down at your arms. You stood up abruptly, almost pushing the table you two sat at out of the way.-“Sorry, I gotta go. See you back in class though!”

You panicked when you heard your doorbell ring. You hadn’t found your sports jacket yet, there was no way you would let anyone see your arms. Your room was full of clothing items that had been thrown aside and labelled as useless for your problem. Rummaging through your closet in a hurry and throwing even more stuff to the ground, you finally found a tracksuit jacket in your favourite colour. A wave of relief hit you as you stepped over the obstacles on your floor and out of your room. You ran to your front door while putting it on.

“Hey!”, you called out as you swung open the door, slightly out of breath. Hitoshi pulled his hand away from the doorbell and smirked.

“Hey.-“, he mimicked.-“Ready to go?”

“Yeah, just gimme a sec.”, you grabbed your backpack and then went outside. The two of you started walking after you locked the front door.

“So... Where are we going exactly?”

“Oh, right. A friend of my dad has this facility that lets you use your quirks in a safe environment. I don’t know if it’s that legal but it’s the first thing I could think of when training with your quirk.”

“What you’re saying is... We’re gonna go to some shady warehouse that is owned by a person that you barely know to illegally use our quirks?”

“...Yes...?”

“...Okay, I’m in.”, the worry on your face was immediately replaced with surprise.

“Oh thank god...”, you placed a hand over your heart and sighed. Hitoshi chuckled at your reaction, you looked kind of cute like that. Of course, he would never say that out loud.

“Alright...-“, you dropped your backpack to the floor and pushed it towards the wall with your foot. Then you walked towards the middle of the gym-like room.-“Let’s do this. We should start with testing out your limits.”

“Okay. Are you ready?”, Shinso stood opposite of you and readied himself.

“Yeah.”, as soon as the word had left your lips, you froze. Your mind went numb, you couldn’t move a muscle. Your face showed no expression. It was a little unnerving at first, having no control over your actions but you tried to calm yourself. You couldn’t take a deep breath so you just repeated encouragements in your mind. Suddenly, a voice, louder than anything else around you rang in your mind.

“Turn around.”, the familiar voice of Hitoshi echoed in your brain and drowned every thought of yours out. Your body started to move on its own, slowly turning 180 degrees.

“Now come here and carry me.”, okay... That was an odd request but you guessed that he had some sort of idea of what would be part of the sports festival. Once again, your body moved on its own. This time, you tried to stop yourself. You tried moving your arms, your legs. You tried to say something, you shouted in your thoughts to not obey him but nothing seemed to work. God, his quirk made you feel more helpless than you liked. Once you reached your friend, your arms extended to hoist him up onto your shoulders. He took that invite and slung himself up so that his legs dangled down on either side of your body. You could feel the weight on your shoulders faintly as if you weren’t really in your body to experience it.

“Walk.”, his voice almost startled you as he ordered you around again. Again, your body moved on its own, slower this time because of your friends' weight. He was a lot heavier than you and it wasn’t hard to see that you normally wouldn’t even be able to carry him. Being brainwashed helped a little...

But it still wasn’t enough, since your legs gave out under you after a few laps around the room. The two of you were sent crashing to the floor and you felt yourself starting to gain control of your body again. Now you felt the consequences of not being able to carry out any reflexes. Since you weren’t able to brace for the fall your knees and face hurt like hell. But you guessed that you were used to pain by now, it stung a lot and there would probably be bruises later but it was nothing you couldn’t handle. You quickly scrambled to your feet again.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! Are you hurt?”, you asked Hitoshi as you leaned over his body still laying on the ground. He took his time sitting up, a small groan left him.

“I’m okay... And I should be the one apologising, I should’ve known that I’m too heavy for you to carry me.”

“No, no, it’s okay. That’s what I’m here for. Now we know that you should probably control someone stronger if you want them to do something for you... By the way... Do you know if you can control several people at once?”, your purple-haired friend scratched his neck in thought and remained quiet for a while.

“Yes, I think so... But it requires a lot more concentration. Especially if I want them to do different things.”

“Huh, neat. Now... How about we test the limits of how your quirk is activated?”

“Sounds good to me... I’ll just start, okay?”

You gave him a small confirmation with a smile and felt yourself lose control again. It wasn’t as bad the second time, you were more relaxed than before. But Hitoshi quit the mind control not even a second later. It seemed like he was thinking for a second, his brows furrowed and small crinkles appeared on his forehead. You almost smiled at how adorable he looked but you bit it back by chewing on the inside of your cheek.

“What kind of car does a cat drive?”

“...Huh?”, the question caught you off guard. How was this supposed to help with figuring out his quirk limits?

“I asked what kind of car a cat drives...-“, he repeated. You looked at him in confusion and tilted your head. The boy in front of you was trying not to let out a snicker as you just shrugged- “A Furrari!”

Silence filled the room once again. You stared at your friend with disbelief written all over your face. Did he really just make a cat pun? And such an awful one too... You couldn’t help it as the corners of your lips twitched upwards and you let out a snort. Soon after you let out a full laugh. It subsided as Hitoshi once again took control and released you immediately afterwards. He would love to hear your laugh more often, but of course, he would never say that out loud.

“God... That one was stupid,” you chuckled.

“You still laughed at it.”

“...Fair point... Well, now people have to watch out when you’re telling jokes.”, you lightly punched his shoulder, giggling once again. Your friend hit you back on the arm, maybe with a little more force behind it than he wanted to.

You hissed and pulled back your arm. Your vision went white from the pain, so you had to close your eyes for a second. He had hit some of your fresh cuts without knowing and it stung like hell. On instinct, you placed your hand where Shinso had hit you to hide any blood that could come through your bandages and jacket.

“Hey… Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. You just hit me somewhere I fell on earlier… Man, that’s probably gonna be a nasty bruise later.-”, you tried to brush the situation off with another laugh but your friend still seemed worried.- “Hitoshi, I’ll be fine. We’re training, things like this happen.”

“I just don’t want you to get hurt, (Y/n)…”, he lowered his head to gaze at the ground while you kept staring at him with wide eyes.

“Don’t blush, don’t blush, don’t blush! You know he doesn’t mean it like that… Why would he care about you in such a way?”, you quickly thought while shaking your head.

——

Now Shinso realised why you were so willing to train with him. You would not have cared if you were commanded to do anything illegal or harmful. Nothing mattered to you anymore, that was why you were so calm throughout every single one of your training sessions. It wasn’t because you trusted him so much and that especially pulled on his heartstrings. Did you ever trust him at all? Of course, you didn’t if you were never willing to talk to him about your depression, about your problems, about your demons, about your self-harm.

The purple-haired boy bit his lip. How could he have been such a terrible friend that you wouldn’t talk to him before this?

“(Y/n), please just listen to me.-“, his voice cracked for a split second but he kept calm and took a step towards you.- “Maybe you feel like there’s nothing in this world that’s worth staying for but I promise you that there is. You have an amazing quirk, you could become a great hero. You can prove everyone that’s ever doubted you wrong by pulling through and continuing your fight. You would miss all the small things in life, like great books and movies and songs, you won’t be able to see all the beautiful sceneries this world has to offer, you’ll never feel the cold embrace of the water when you go swimming at 1 am or the grass tickling your feet when you walk across empty fields again. You could find your true love and live with them for the rest of your life, maybe watch your kids grow up with them. There’s a bunch of people that would be devastated if you… if you did this…”

He got interrupted by a weak chuckle, it almost made him jump. He finally heard something from you and it was a laugh? However, Hitoshi’s quirk didn’t activate. Why? What was going on? How was this even possible?

“Who would care if I jumped? Not my friends…not my parents…and not even you…”, you had turned around again by now, facing the edge of the rooftop once again. You couldn’t see his expression but heard a small gasp from behind you.

You knew why his quirk wasn’t activating. It was because nothing of what you did was directed at him. A loophole you had discovered a little while ago. You never told Hitoshi about it, you didn’t quite know why. Maybe because you thought it was obvious.

“Why would you think that?! Of course, your parents would care, they may not show it all the time but they love you a lot! Your friends have been asking me if you’re alright, they wanted to meet up with you for forever. And… what makes you think that I don’t care about you? Because… I do a whole lot. God, I lov-… I would lose it if you disappeared from my life. You became my friend even though I promised myself not to make any friends. You motivated me to not give up on my dreams of becoming a hero. You mean so much to me, you couldn’t even imagine…”, he couldn’t bring himself to tell you about his true feelings for you, not now, not in this situation. For all he knew, it could make everything worse.

“Please, come here… I promise that I’ll do everything in my power to help you through this, I won’t leave your side until you’re doing better.-”, the lavender-eyed boy took another step towards you, his voice in a desperate plea. His eyes filled up with tears but he refused to let them fall. Nervously combing a hand through his messy hair, his tone fell to a barely audible mumble.- “I don’t want to lose you, (Y/n).”

You looked over your shoulder. He looked as beautiful as always. It was nice that he would be the last thing you saw before you died.

“I’m sorry, Hitoshi.”, you said, voice cracking slightly. You could feel his quirk take over your body but it was already too late. You had taken a step back and leaned backwards enough for you to fall. You closed your eyes and heard the boy in front of you scream. And fall you did, the wind rushing past your ears, rustling your hair as you plummeted towards the ground. There was a spark of regret building in the pit of your stomach. But it was too late now, you wouldn’t be able to change anything. You had taken every precaution necessary, no one would miss you for too long.

It felt like gravity didn’t exist, like you were a bird, ready to spread its wings before it hit the ground. You knew that you didn’t have wings…and that you would have to embrace the ground very soon but one could dream, couldn’t they?

You were tired. Tired of all the pretending, the sleepless nights, the self-isolation, the pain, the feeling of dread constantly gnawing at your soul and flesh. All you wanted was for it to end. You had dug a hole for yourself, so deep that you were surely six feet under. But luckily you would be able to sleep soon. You would sleep forever and no one would be able to wake you up and tire you out again. After all these months, you thought that a rest for you was long overdue. Slowly, you drifted off, with the warmth of the sun rivalling the cold wind.

And just before you lost consciousness, you felt something soft wrap around your torso.

Everything was quiet as you came to your senses. No sound of the wind or birds chirping. No sound of people talking or footsteps or cars. Only a quiet ringing in your ears. Were you finally dead? Was this the afterlife? If so, then why could you still feel your heartbeat?

You did not dare to open your eyes. Scared of what you might find if you did, you shut them even tighter. Well… Until you finally heard something else other than silence. Calm, deep breaths that weren’t your own.

Hesitantly, you peeked your eyes open. You were laying in a bed that wasn’t your own in a room that you did not recognise. The bed sheets were white, just like the gown you were wearing. It was dark, the open curtains in front of the window revealed that it was night. There was a white, sterile-looking nightstand next to your bed. A small bouquet had been placed in a vase on top.

It was easy to conclude that you were in a hospital. But how? How in the world did you survive that fall? And how were you not even injured in the slightest? Were you really that incompetent? Could you do nothing right?

The sound of calm breaths once again reached your ears. It made you look down to the side of your bed. There he was. The one person you were secretly hoping not to see. He was sleeping, head resting on top of his arms. You would only have to reach out a little to touch him.

A wave of guilt washed over you. He wasn’t supposed to see you like this. He wasn’t even supposed to have found you there on the rooftop. You had probably traumatised him for the rest of his life, having to watch a friend try to take their life in front of him. He probably hated you now. Why was he even here? Before you could properly think about it, your hand reached out towards him. Your fingers gingerly weaved themselves through his messy hair. It felt nice, comforting in a way. It was so soft, you wanted to do this for the rest of time. But of course, you had ruined everything. Every chance you had with him was probably gone now. He stirred in his sleep a little but you didn’t want to pull your hand away. Not yet.

“…Hitoshi…”, tears welled up in your eyes as his name slipped through your lips. The boy mumbled something you couldn’t understand. You didn’t have enough time to react as one of his hands suddenly went up towards yours on his head. His fingers wrapped around your wrist and then froze. Oh no. This was it.

“(Y/n)…?”, his voice was still laced with sleep. It made your stomach sink. Not only did it sound heavenly…but it also meant that he was awake now. Fuck.

You tried to pull your hand away but Shinso held onto your wrist. He slowly started to lift his head. You turned yours away, unsure if you’d be able to stand looking at him. He moved your hand so that it wasn’t entangled in his hair anymore, instead intertwining his fingers with yours. If it hadn’t been so dark he would surely have seen the blush forming on your cheeks. You could feel his intense gaze as he studied you, probably trying to look for any sign that you were unwell.

“You’re okay…”, he breathed. You weren’t sure if it was meant for you or him. “You scared me a lot back there, I thought I was going to lose you…”

His voice was soft, full of concern. Why? Why did he care so much? He had no reason to. The tears that had been welling up in your eyes suddenly began to fall.

“I’m sorry,” a sob racked through your body, the tears just kept coming. Hitoshi quickly stood up and sat down on the edge of the bed. His hand gave yours a gentle squeeze.

“No… no, no, no, it’s okay. We’re all fine, you don’t need to apologise.”, he looked as though he was unsure of what to do. After a second or two he pulled you into a hug, one hand settling around your waist and the other at the back of your head so that you could rest your head on his shoulder. Your tear stains didn’t seem to bother him as they soaked the uniform that he was still wearing. He was warm and comfortable. His embrace made you feel safe, even the tiniest bit loved. As if you could actually tell him how you felt. You stayed like that until your tears slowly subsided.

“Why didn’t you leave me here?”, you forced out the question. “I only made you suffer today, you must hate me…”

“I could never hate you. You’re the best person I’ve ever met, even if you feel like you’re not. I care about you more than I do anyone else…”, there was a short amount of silence. The boy seemed to be debating how to put his feelings into words. “I told you that I would stay by your side until you were better, didn’t I? That I would do everything in my power to help you. I intend to keep that promise. Because having you by my side is worth the effort.”

You held onto Hitoshi even harder than before, clutching at his jacket as if he would disappear if you let go. He seemed to understand your desperation and carefully started playing with your hair. Soon after he quickly turned his head to press his lips against your temple. It was comforting.

“You’re worth it…”, you could hear him mumble. His fingers were weaving through your strands of hair with a gentleness you hadn’t felt in a long while.

“…Lie down with me?”, you hesitantly asked as you scooted to the side a little. Hitoshi didn’t think twice and climbed into the hospital bed with you. You wrapped your arms around him again and let out a sigh.

Soon the two of you were fast asleep.

You fished out the small note from underneath Hitoshi‘s desk and quickly let it glide into your pocket. You had hoped that he hadn’t found it yet and your wishes had been answered. Just a second later your friend came through the classroom door, panting.

“Why did you suddenly start sprinting? You shouldn’t be putting too much strain on your body, you’re still recovering.”, he walked up to you with a curious look in his tired eyes.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. And you don’t need to look after me the whole time, that’s gonna exhaust you after a while.”, you subconsciously pushed your hand further into your pocket and held the note tighter. His eyes wandered down at the movement but he didn’t pry any more. He had a feeling about what you were trying to hide. Instead, he looked you back in the eye.

“I promised that I would be there for you. And you could never exhaust me.”, he gave you a small smile that made your knees feel weak. Before you knew what you were doing you pulled the boy into a hug.

“I’m glad to have someone like you… Thank you… For everything.”, you whispered.

There was no need for a confession from either of you. Not in a silent, written or verbal form. The time for the two of you would come. And there was nothing that would tear you apart from now on.

#mha #my hero acedamia #hitoshi shinsou #shinso x reader #shinso x y/n #angst with comfort #angst with a happy ending #the intrusive thoughts won

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You get to know Thomas in a way you hadn't before. Ethan is irresistible.

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Lesson Four: Take matters into your own hands.

Your first week at the house with the band hadn't quite passed, but one thing had become abundantly clear: No one here cared about their nakedness. Partially supported by the much too hot Italian summer, partially simply down to them being unashamedly comfortable with their own bodies, you were seeing more than your fair share of skin. Vic seemed to be topless at any given opportunity, but the guys weren't far behind. Tight boxer shorts and failing to care about properly securing the towel around their waist after a shower had you seeing a little more than planned. You seemed to be the only one to avert their eyes sometimes, still coming to terms with what seemed so natural and effortless to them.

Another thing you couldn't help but notice in a much more disappointed fashion was that, while nobody had ceased to make teasing comments or to openly stare at your body whenever you came around, you hadn't been touched in anything more than a platonic way in two days. It was a stark contrast to what had transpired before and the overthinking was on the verge of creeping in.

You didn't want to be that person anymore. So instead, after breakfast, you cornered Damiano to straight up ask about it. His answer was less than satisfactory.

"I told you a few days ago that you've gotta talk to us, let us know what you want and when. We might have indulged you a little the last few days, so consider this lesson four: Take matters into your own hands."

Your annoyance lasted for about two hours before being replaced with frustration. Maybe desperation. The distinction didn't matter all that much. All you knew was that you were craving their touch, badly, and if they were forcing you to come up with some sort of plan on how to get it back, so be it.

The plan presented itself a lot quicker than expected.

You had been perched upon your bed, lying on your side, mindlessly letting the pencil glide over the pages of your sketchbook without any real aim or purpose, when someone let themselves in through the door you had left open, jumped into bed with you and wrapped around you from behind. It only took a second for you to realise it was Thomas. You weren't quite sure what the first thing was that gave it away for you - the familiar scent that only ever enveloped him and no one else you had ever met, the long limbs clumsily tangling up with yours, or maybe the memory of him doing this before, so many times, when you were younger.

"Hey, Thomas," you smiled, pushing your utensils away and taking hold of the arm that was now slung across your body, pulling him into you that little bit more. You tried to turn your head, get a look at him, but he had buried his own in the nape of your neck, making it impossible for you to move. It felt awfully intimate in a way it hadn't when you were 17.

"Still drawing?" He mumbled, tiredness lacing his voice.

"Always. I've never stopped."

"You'll need to show me some times."

You sighed, a small maybe leaving your lips. You'd always found it hard to share your creative outlet with others. Strangers you could take, but friends and family rarely got a glimpse into your art. It seemed too intimate, too... revealing, in a way. Plus, a possible rejection or harsh criticism would hurt so much more. Especially from someone as insanely talented as Thomas.

He didn't seem to notice your discomfort as he contently sighed against you. You drew closer, cuddling into him, getting his body just that little bit closer.

Maybe a little bit too close.

"Fuck, sorry, I didn't mean to." Thomas rolled away immediately, trying desperately to redeem the situation and hide what was quite obviously happening in his jeans. You turned around with a laugh, studying his slightly panicked face.

"It's fine, don't worry about it."

He winced uncomfortably as he tried to hide his crotch, awkwardly folding his hands in front of it. But you didn't want him to hide. Not ever, and not now. Gently, you reached for his hands, removing them from his jeans, instead, leading them to your mouth to leave the slightest kisses on the knuckles.

"You know this isn't exactly helping, right?"

His giggle was nervous. You knew it wasn't about him not enjoying himself. But Thomas had always been ridiculously considerate and careful with you, constantly terrified of hurting you, and he knew that this wasn't a step you were taking lightly. Letting go of his hands, you let your own travel towards his chest. You needed that little bit of time to compose yourself, heart beating out of your chest as you lowered your hands more and more, moving past the buckle of his belt. You weren't quite sure what you were expecting, even though you had imagined a situation like this many times before. But the hardness under your fingers, even through the fabric, combined with the pitiful moan Thomas let out, the inevitable arch against your touch, was so much more.

"I've... I've never seen... Can I?"

You felt stupid and naive for a second, stumbling over your words, inexperience shining through, but Thomas nodded so enthusiastically that all doubts vanished. The slight shaking in your hands didn't stop you from unbuckling his belt, undoing it, popping the button on his jeans and slowly lowering the fly. You pulled at the fabric ever so slightly, enough for Thomas to lift his hips and help you get rid of them completely. His boxers weren't hiding a whole lot. Even through the fabric, you could easily discern the outline of his cock, growing harder by the second. The need to touch overwhelmed any sort of anxiety.

Brushing against him, he immediately sighed loudly. You hadn't taken him for a loud guy necessarily, but the sounds were turning you on in ways you hadn't anticipated. Your eyes caught his, now much darker than usual, staring back at you through hooded lids, as your hands blindly found the waistband of his underwear, dragging it down. As it moved over his dick, he couldn't help but groan, eyes closing naturally, and you took the chance to study him. From the way his head was slightly thrown back in pleasure, over his long neck, his soft torso, the curve of his waist under his shirt, until you reached the one part you hadn't quite ever had the chance to fully see. He was bigger than expected, long and hard, and, fuck, if it didn't make your mouth water.

If he had been receptive before, your first touch had him begging. Wrapping your hand around him, hard and hot in your palm, not quite convinced of your moves, he buckled against you. His visible enjoyment was a much-needed confidence boost, immediately getting your heart racing and your underwear pathetically wet.

"Show me what to do," you demanded as you looked up at him, but his eyes were still tightly screwed shut. One of his hands reached down to yours, wrapping around it as he started to move, showing you exactly how we liked to be touched.

You were in awe. You couldn't decide where to look or what to focus on. His whole body seemed to be wired for pleasure, little pants leaving his mouth. His cock was standing hard and proud and looking so gorgeous, but so was his heaving chest and his jaw hanging open and his hair getting more tousled by the second.

"Bit dry," he commented, breathless. "Do you have any-"

Of course, you didn't. He seemed to realise at the same time as you. He almost looked pained as he opened his eyes to look at you.

"If I don't have anything, I usually just..."

He didn't have to continue for you to know what he meant. His hand still protectively holding onto yours, you brought both of them to your face, eyes focused on him as you let a drop of saliva fall into your open palm.

"Fuck, that's-"

His back was arching again already, his cock begging for attention, and when he led both of your hands back to it, you didn't hesitate in following his desired movements. He was speeding up, meeting every touch with a push of his hips. You adored the way he became a whiny mess underneath you, not caring about anything but his own pleasure and the chase of it. Having him in the palm of your hand like this made you feel sexy, desireable, powerful. He was losing his rhythm, unable to concentrate and you couldn't quite tell whose hand was leading anymore. Daring to take control a little, you moved your thumb over the tip of his cock, watching him struggle underneath you, before running your hand along the length of it, squeezing him at the base ever so slightly, before repeating your movement.

"Cazzo, I'm gonna... please, I..."

"Do it, I want to see."

It didn't take much longer. With a loud moan and an erratic thrust, he came, covering your hands and his stomach in white. His face was a sight. There was something primal about the way he gave in to his orgasm, his whole body moving as if it had been made for nothing but this moment.

Almost expertly, he reached for the tissue box next to your bed as soon as he had regained control over his limbs, cleaning himself up and then gently taking your hand to do the same to you. Sitting up a little, he pulled you closer by the nape of your neck, kissing you sensually. You indulged him for a second before leaving a peck on his lips, lying down on the bed, and gesturing for him to do the same.

"I can return the favour, you know?" He mentioned as you both settled into the position you had been in before, lying on your sides, him pressed up against your back and hugging you tightly. You entertained the thought for a moment, thinking about his thing, long fingers and what they could possibly do to you, but then a feeling of exhaustion set it, slightly overwhelmed and trying to come to terms with what you had just dared to do, and you knew now wasn't the time.

"I think that was enough excitement for me right now," you giggled, tugging at his arm to get him closer. "What about a nap instead?"

"Hmm, that sounds like a good idea," he mumbled, voice already laced with sleepiness. With a smile, you cuddled up into him, revelling in the closeness and intimacy, ready to fall asleep, content and satisfied.

***

When you woke up, the sun was still high up in the sky and the band had decided there was no point in trying to be creative when it was this ridiculously hot. Thomas and you had peeled yourselves out of bed only to be dragged into the only shady spot the garden had to offer which ended up being much too small, so all of you had assembled on a picnic blanket together, lying across each other, accepting that you were all bound to touch in one way or another. It was still much better than the sun burning through your skin at the slightest contact.

The book you had taken outside with you had long been discarded as you had deemed to temperature too high to concentrate properly. Everyone else seemed to have similar thoughts, simply lounging on the blanket with their phones in their hands, idly chatting and getting lost in nonsensical thoughts. Victoria had decided to rest her head on Thomas' stomach, who only acknowledged her actions with a grunt, but didn't make any moves to disturb. Damiano seemed hellbent on annoying him further, draping his legs over Thomas', but the man wouldn't be bothered, simply accepting it and closing his eyes again. You had never met anyone who was so happy to sleep at any time, any place, even immediately after a nap.

"Did you have a good time with Thomas earlier?"

The way Ethan asked - never mind the way he looked at you when you turned to face him - made it abundantly clear that he had an idea of what had gone down. You were certain they were discussing it among themselves anyway, neither of the four seemed to have any problems openly letting everyone know what they were getting up to. Ever. You were desperately trying to channel that same kind of energy, but the blush that rose up on your cheeks reminded you that you weren't quite there yet.

"Sounds like you already know," you shot back with a smile that you hoped would seem more confident than you felt.

"I definitely heard... Whatever you did to him, I wouldn't complain about getting the same treatment."

You didn't know whether to be shocked at his bluntness or laugh at the audacity, so you settled on smacking his arm in mock annoyance. He simply smirked, catching your hand in his to hold onto. His face turned serious rather suddenly and you were a second away from asking what was happening when he held up a hand, effectively motioning for you to stay still. You complied with immediate obedience. Pure concentration was visible on his face as he leaned in, but he wasn't quite catching your eye, or looking at your lips, or doing anything that suggested he'd be making a move. Unfortunately, it was the exact moment you realised just how much you craved him. He was the only one out of the group you hadn't kissed yet. Hell, you'd gotten off with Victoria and given a handjob to Thomas, but you still hadn't even kissed Ethan. It didn't seem fair.

Your train of thought was stopped abruptly when Ethan touched your cheek, not in a soft gesture, but almost stroking across it with precision. The confusion seemed to be visible on your face as he stared down at you.

"Sorry, just a little bug that had lost its way."

He was way too close. He wasn't moving either - neither away from nor further towards you. His essence was infiltrating your nostrils, a hint of his cologne mixed with the distinct smell of chlorine that had you assuming he must have taken a dip in the pool earlier. Sunscreen, coconut-scented shampoo, the warmth of his skin, you were sure you could make out every single scent of him. His hair, still just slightly damp but mostly dried in the heat, falling over his shoulder and tickling your own skin as he was bent over you.

Your hand reached out on its own accord, carefully touching his cheek, a barely noticeable scruff. He hadn't shaved today. Your fingers were trailed along it, revelling in the juxtaposition of the mild scratch and the impossibly soft skin underneath, when your body decided it couldn't take it anymore.

Hand moving around to the back of his head, burying itself into his hair, you pulled him down to you, unable to wait another second to feel his mouth on yours. He responded immediately and eagerly. His lips were impossibly soft, a taste of the strawberries he had snacked on for breakfast still lingering on them, but it was easily overpowered with everything that was simply him when he grabbed onto your chin, opening your mouth up further and letting his tongue meet yours. It was no secret that he was experienced, but in that moment you truly learned how much he knew about his craft. Leaning over you, making sure not to put any weight on you as you laid on your back, he deepened the kiss, pulling on all of your strings so easily that all you could do was open up for him.

You felt yourself getting breathless as you pulled at the back of his head, needing him closer still, wanting all of him, the other hand roaming along his hard chest, everything too much and not enough all at once. When he moaned into your mouth you were certain you were going to lose your mind. Slightly leaning on you now, you could feel one of his hands trace along the side of your body, past the outline of your breast, just a hint of a touch, going further down until he reached the hem of your shirt and let his fingers disappear under it. You couldn't help but arch into the feeling, warm fingertips exploring your skin, a sigh as the breath hitched in your throat. In an effort to reposition, give him more space, more possibilities to touch, you brushed your thighs against his, a little higher than expected. The hard flesh between them wasn't to be hidden as you pushed against it slightly, both of you moaning erratically, forgetting the world around you as nothing mattered but each other's touch.

Until the world decided to make itself known again through the voice of Damiano.

"Okay, either the two of you need to stop or invite me to join because it's getting much too hot out here."

It was only when you finally let go of Ethan, reluctantly, that you realised the others were intently staring at the pair of you. But while a blush settled on your cheeks, Ethan only grinned before leaving another brief but open-mouthed kiss on your lips, holding stubborn eye contact with his friend. With a giggle, as you caught a brief look at Damiano, who was quite obviously unimpressed with the audacity of his friend, you pushed Ethan away, a little smack on his arm once again as you laid back down without him, a smile playing on your lips.

Their chatter faded away into background noise. You were barely making out some little quips at each other, Thomas joining in, Vic mentioning a party. All of it drifted away as you stared up at the blue sky, still so bright it almost blinded you. You felt at ease, and entirely content, a state of mind you hadn't achieved in much too long. You had only been with the band for a week, but something had already and undeniably changed within you. A new blossoming confidence, a new way of experiencing your body, learning about your affect on others, the way you could make your own decisions and your own moves. It was liberating and tempting and you couldn't wait to get more of it. Preferably very, very soon.

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O Rose, Thou Art Sick

Chapter Four: You’re Only Human

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Summary: Mountain and Sunny want to take Fox on a tour of the Ministry gardens and show off their magic.

Word Count: 4.8k

Content Warnings: 18+. Sunny gets a little too rough roughhousing with some Siblings, but no one is hurt.

Notes: There’s a lot of flowers and plants in this chapter! This is where the metaphors and my endless gardening research gets real heavy. Also fall in love with Mountain and Sunny like I did?

The Ministry greenhouse was supposedly not very far from the Ghoul den, but Fox suspected Sunny and Mountain were taking them the long way round. The scenic route, they considered, as it was mostly through the forest that trailed beside the lake. Incidentally, the Ministry had an entire lake on the property. Sunny made lots of gleeful promises to the tune of taking them out there to swim and showing them her favourite spot in the mud to dig for worms. She had been particularly keen to tell them that in the late summer-time, there would be raucous parties out on the water and on the banks, held late into the night by the light of the fireflies. She said the Ghouls had done so every year since she had been summoned. Which had only been two, but her enthusiasm was unmatched. Mountain had also been quick to add that he liked it just as much when the lake was frozen over, and that it could be at any time of the year thanks to another Ghoul by the name of Cumulus.

Fox quickly noticed that Sunny was the more talkative of the pair. She seemed to verbalise any thought that entered her head, no matter how flippant. Or terrifying. It wasn’t just that she didn’t appear to have a filter, so to speak, but it was as if she was just so excited to share each impulse that she physically couldn’t help herself. And next to very sweet, impulsive was definitely her defining trait. If the incident with the arm hadn’t proven that, then watching her roughhousing with some passing Siblings along the trail definitely did. No limbs were removed- this time - but there was some unfortunate clawing and hair pulling. In her defence, Sunny had fallen into a flurry of apologies once she’d realised what she’d done. She had combed her fingers through hair, petted heads, licked wounds, and nuzzled shoulders until she was convinced the Siblings were good as new. In her defence, the Siblings seemed to know just what they were getting into and they accepted her sorrys and kisses just as enthusiastically. Sunny’s excitability didn’t end there though. She had the obvious habit of losing her train of thought, with her attention constantly being pulled in so many directions at once like pieces of thread that frayed with every tug. Luckily, she had an endless spool. While listing off the best spots for undisturbed napping (an empty nook in the ossuary, under the library tables, and a hollow on the edge of the forest that she’d dug out all by herself) she muddled her words and trailed off no less than three times because she was busy trying to catch passing butterflies.

Mountain, on the other hand, was something of a gentle giant. Fox was beginning to think that he didn’t like them due to the fact that he’d been so quiet on the walk. Being famously unliked by many people in the past, Fox wanted to believe they were past letting that bother them. But seeing Mountain trail so far behind them, hardly moving sometimes, did make them feel a touch awkward. More than once, Fox turned back to see the Ghoul staring into the dense thicket of trees and so far away it almost looked like he didn’t tower over everyone. Fox even watched him pause to sit cross-legged on the grass, lost in whatever was floating around in that head. It wasn’t until Fox themself became distracted by an unknown flower and then became dwarfed by his enormous shadow that they realised the two of them would become fast friends.

Fox held a sudden and vast respect for the Ghoul after he described the flora, explaining how and where it bloomed, how delicate it was to take care of. His voice was deceivingly soft and he spoke with such enamour that it was easy to share the enthusiasm he felt whilst telling Fox how to brew a very calming tea from the flowers, that was incidentally perfect to enjoy on rainy days.

After that, Mountain was eager to point out each and every flower, tree, long grass, and mushroom, and relay his thoughts on them. Fox was more than happy to watch him become just as bouncy as Sunny while he did so.

When they reached the greenhouse, Fox was surprised to see the state of it. They had assumed it was going to be an overrun mess of tangled vines and pocked leaves, divided by broken windows, dying from the inside out. To say it was in a fine condition was selling it short. It was a grand Victorian glasshouse, worked with webs of spindling iron atop hundreds of geometric panes, the building spanning a full acre at least. The interior was quite ghostly. It wasn’t abandoned, per se, just bare. Colder than it should’ve been, with only a few choice spots decorated with warm sun beams that curled around the pillars and walkways. Fox was surprised Sunny hadn’t mentioned this on her list of napping spots. There wasn’t a huge variety of plants, but they appeared to be well cared for. There was an abundance of tomatoes ready for harvest, along with freshly planted chilli plants, and slowly emerging carrots. Fox would’ve liked to see the latter in a slightly less heavy soil, but they were carefully planted and thriving nonetheless. The obvious pride of the greenhouse was the collection of sunflowers that decorated a small alcove. They came complete with tall artificial lights and strong scented soil that left wet dirt stains on Fox’s fingers. Someone was looking after these plants and taking great care in doing so. Fox suspected it was most likely a select few, Siblings or otherwise. Their chest twisted in disappointment, in shame for all this wasted space, haunted by dusty clutter. They were already conjuring up ideas on how to turn it into a verifiable oasis of fruit trees and orchids, cacti and begonias, a cloud of greens to go with those ripe vegetables.

As it turned out, the greenhouse was only a detour on the journey the Ghoul pair had planned for Fox. When they’d originally left the den, Sunny had said she wanted to 'show them around' , having grown obviously tired of the other Ghouls’ obnoxious antics. She had been itching to leave and if Fox hadn’t been also, they were sure she would’ve yanked their hand off pulling them up the stairs. Along the trail, Fox was beginning to think that perhaps claims of the horrid state of the grounds had been greatly exaggerated- damaged and deteriorated seemed far too harsh to describe it. Of course, there was a definite weed problem, and the landscaping could use some seeing too. But it wasn’t unredeemable. At least, that is what Fox had thought until they saw what they were told was supposed to be a cemetery. It didn’t look so much of a cemetery as it did an overgrown, overflooded glen with bits of brick rising out of the ground. To say Fox was appalled was an understatement. Saying the land had ‘gone to shit’ was even an understatement. Between Mountain’s hurried steps and Sunny’s unusual quietness, they got the hint to not linger very long. Seeing even the Ghouls so ashamed of it was the real twist of the knife.

Fox’s lamenting came to a halt very shortly. Down a number of twisting stone pathways and beyond a line of gnarled trees was the first real garden Fox had seen here. It was quite perfectly managed, circles of charming gravestones decorating moving water features and topiaries sculpted into huge, expressive faces. There was little in the way of actual flowers, but those that were there were all dark with splashes of pink and red, petals shaped like brushstrokes and all arranged in swirling, hypnotic patterns. There were also signs of life here. Siblings sat on the edge of fountains sketching and skimming the water with their fingertips, and there were several Clergy members strolling together as well. The state of it was enough to make Fox seriously doubt their need to be here for a moment. They learnt from Mountain that any Siblings scheduled to maintain this particular garden were either overly enthusiastic about it, so much so that they bordered on fanatical, or they were scared to the point of having a nervous breakdown. Either way, it usually ended in tears. The upper management ran a very tight ship on this particular garden and it was perhaps the most well looked after place on the exterior grounds. The beauty of it all was as impressive as it was intimidating and so Fox was filled with terror at the prospect of having to take over the upkeep of this one garden. There were plenty of shit-hole pieces of land around here but if they fucked up the nice one, dear God, they’d be flayed! What if the Clergy thought they couldn’t hack it? They didn’t know a lot about water features in all honesty- what if they broke something? A gardener they certainly were, but a sculptor? Of trees ? Any minute, the people around here were going to realise they’d made a mistake hiring them. Fox felt they were one out of season flower, one wrong type of soil, one light up a cigarette one morning and burn the whole forest down mistake away from getting thrown into the wood chipper. Before Fox tried to hide the feeling, there was nothing to hide but relief when they were assured by Mountain that the Clergy was so focused on this garden as more of a formality. This was Nihil’s garden, after all. From what Fox had gathered, Nihil was the grand patriarch of the Ministry. The Big Daddy, so to speak. He was also quite dead, but that didn’t seem to stop him from making appearances. Fox was somewhat unsure what that could mean, but they decided it was probably best to not go looking for things they did not want the answer to.

On the other side of the garden was a second. The Ghouls told Fox that there were a total of five bordered gardens like these ones and that they were laid out sporadically along the grounds in no particular order. This garden belonged to, or rather was in honour of, a man named Secondo. Nihil’s second born son. Fox had asked what his first born son was named and upon learning it was Primo, they decided that Nihil was quite possibly a terrible and uncreative father. Secondo’s garden had a distinctly creepy vibe to it. Sinister wasn’t exactly the right word, it was more of a sadness. Just a bitter, impenetrable sadness. Fox supposed in a way it was quite sinister, in that respect. The main difference between this garden and the last was that this garden was engulfed by a thick canopy of tree branches, making the whole area so dark that it felt like walking straight into the night. Or it would if not for the streaks of sunlight spraying through the boughs. Fox imagined this was a very good place to come and cry. If a lover left, if someone died. Not that they would have need of such a place or for such a thing. The plants in the garden were doubly unusual; Fox recognised some of them but for the most part was quite in the dark. The beauty of the place was not lost on them though. They were informed after some time that nearly everything planted here was poisonous, which made Fox all the more impressed. Most of the plants looked healthy enough, and the sheer variety was staggering. Apparently, Primo’s garden was something of a herb garden, both in the literal and euphemistic sense, and signs were constantly being put up to deter Siblings from mixing the two gardens up. That job was promptly bumped up to the top of Fox’s list: make a much more obvious sign.

Upon exiting, the sudden flood of light was blinding. When their eyesight finally came back to them, they squinted in confusion against the glare of the sun. “What’s that?” they asked, pointing towards a small incline across the grass. It was gated off and the only thing housed inside was what looked like a large inverted crucifix. It looked unusual against the bravado of the rest of the gardens and it hardly stood up to the interiors either, which were so far away at this point that there didn’t seem to be much use to it.

“That’s Papa’s garden,” Sunny replied with a nod, to which Fox wrinkled their nose.

“That’s a garden? I thought it was an empty construction lot,” Fox said. The closer they got to it, the worse it became. Despite the minimal plant life, which was comprised mostly of thorns and brambles and weeds, it felt less than barren. The inverted crucifix might have appeared sort of impressive from a distance but now that Fox was in front of it, it was rather small. There were a few other decorations, if they could be called that. There was a well. There were some stones. The best item by far was the ceramic goat head. It was also the gaudiest item. And the item with the worst paint job. “Is this what it’s supposed to look like?”

“Sort of,” said Sunny, who was sitting atop of the fence with her legs swinging underneath her.

“What do you mean 'sort of’?”

Sunny shrugged. “He likes it.”

“There’s no way anyone wants a garden with their name on it looking like this.” Fox idly turned a rock with their boot. It was a shame, really. It wasn’t that bad of a spot. Fox could envision wildflowers and strawberry plants, a grove of fruit trees, bleeding heart and mountain-laurel and lavender. It could be beautiful. It was more than telling that there was no response from either Ghoul. Mountain was busy fiddling with a stray vine that was wrapped around his fingers. Watching that was far more enchanting than the actual garden, but it seemed like rather unfair competition. Especially considering the small leaves that were miraculously flowering from the vine.

Fox approached Mountain slowly, doing nothing to hide their amazement. It couldn’t be real, could it? It’s a trick. A good trick, but still a trick. It didn’t take long for Mountain to notice their stare and he turned to look up at them from his spot on the ground. For the first time, Fox gave him a really good look, considering his ghoulishness. He had strong, grecian features- a wide, flat nose and deep pink eyes, like a rabbit’s. His hair was a dark copper, more red than Fox’s, but his most striking feature were the horns rising up out from his forehead. They were broad and curled like a ram’s, but they twisted around dark and ashy like tree branches, peppered with fleecy green moss. He could’ve looked human. Could have, but didn’t. It wasn’t just the obvious fiendish horns, or the witchery. Like the other Ghouls, he had an atmosphere around him. It wasn’t as concentrated as the others Fox had noticed, not as obvious or easy to place. Dew’s was more of a warmth, a bonfire. The beautiful Ghoul (who they had been told was named Rain) was calming and bright like the moment a storm breaks. Sunny’s was the most infectious, all fireworks and pinwheels. But Mountain’s? It was like a song. A song on the wind that made the earth around him feel more alive. The most subtle, but the most convincing. Maybe it was magic.

Without a word, Mountain curled his hand and beckoned for Fox to join him. They crouched over onto their knees, eyes set on Mountain’s enormous palm. A dot of purple broke through his skin and unfurled from the centre of his hand, the splash of colour sprouting upwards. It chased Mountain’s fingers, dots blooming into flowers on the ends of delicate ribbons of stem. Fox was entranced and they were sure there must have been stars in their eyes. They didn’t care, they couldn’t look away. Before long, Mountain’s hands were engulfed by flowers. Bushels of them danced over his fingertips, blooming in a trail up his arms. Before they could think not to, Fox reached out. But then hesitated, their smile faltering. With everything they knew having come into question of late, there may have been some hellspawn etiquette they were unaware of. It was more than likely either way, but they didn’t want to offend Mountain by showing interest in the flowers. Hesitation melted away quickly when the Ghoul gave them a gentle nod. The petal was soft between Fox’s fingers, as silky as they’d expected, and they laughed. “These aren’t even in season,” they said under their breath.

“What are they called?” Mountain asked and Fox turned their eyes to him, frowning.

“They’re crocuses,” they said. ”Do any grow around here in the winter, or the spring?”

Mountain reached over his chest, arms creaking like the boughs of a great tree, and he plucked a flower from his shoulder. He held it up to his face and let the petals brush against his nose. He remained still for a moment before shaking his head.

“You can make flowers that you’ve never seen?” Fox was stuck watching Mountain in awe, watching this utter giant of a Ghoul sat so soft and thoughtful, and swathed in strokes of caressing purple and yellow and green. “How?” they asked.

“I’m not sure,” Mountain said. “It just comes to me.” Carefully, he held his arms out in front of him and overturned his palms. The flower petals swayed against the breeze, trembled and flitted on their stems, until specks of them began to break away. The flowers caught the wind and a curling wave of petals rose from the Ghoul, floating into the air like confetti.

“That’s amazing,” Fox whispered, craning their neck back to watch the petals dissolve into the sky. Their attention dropped to stray strands of grass-like stems that fluttered to a nearby patch of earth. It was bare save for the specks of loose gravel and the new plants sweeping over the ground. “What about over there?” Fox pointed to the patch. It didn’t exactly look like the optimal place to grow, well, anything. But with the Ghoul’s magic coursing under the surface, Fox could only imagine what impossible, beautiful flora could spring forth and actually rejuvenate this garden. And within moments.

Mountain laughed and it broke Fox’s wonder briefly. It was a kind laugh. Low and rumbling. He quickly explained that, as lovely an idea as it was, he wasn’t able to conjure plantlife from just anything. Only himself. His hands, his skin. With no effort at all, a cluster of tiny blue flowers bloomed upon the crown of Mountain’s head and ran in streams around the curve of his horns. Fox muffled a gentle laugh behind their hand and Mountain smiled in return. “You should ask Sunshine,” he said, arching an eyebrow past Fox to the Ghoul behind them.

Sunny was still perched on the edge of the fence and she looked at Mountain with a playful scoff. “You know I’m still practicing,” she said with a shake of her head, her bright curls ruffling. She bounced off her seat and looked down at Fox. “I can only grow things a little bit.” Sunny folded her arms across her chest.

After a pause, Fox stood up. They reached deep into their belt pouch and fished around at the bottom of the polyester until their fingers grazed the rounded corners of the card wallet they were searching for. “Could you make these sprout?” they asked gently. They pinched the sides of the wallet and tipped it over into their palm, five or six beige pebbles tumbling out. They were rose seeds. Seeds that Fox had collected from all over for so many years. It pained them to admit it, but it was their one horticultural defeat. They couldn’t cultivate roses. Not from seeds, not from scratch. And it wasn’t as if they hadn’t tried, of course they had! From makeshift milk crate gardens hanging off rusty window ledges to verifiable Edens in ever sustainable communes, they had tried. But it was always fruitless. They’d spent many a night beating themself up over the failure too. But, as proud as Fox was, they weren’t quite foolish enough to deny the help of magic wielding demons. For once, their roses might just have a chance. If Satan himself could pull this one off, Fox was willing to take a closer look at that dwindling faith of theirs.

Sunny bit her bottom lip and shot an apprehensive glance between Fox and Mountain, who was still folded upon the ground. Fox found it strange to see such nervousness cross her features, and they began to feel a little bad about causing it for a moment. But Sunny held her breath and scrunched her eyes shut and put her palm against theirs. Her hand was warm and only grew warmer the longer she held on. At first, Fox didn’t really feel anything. But as Sunny’s face smoothed out, her fingers arched as if she was conducting an orchestra and Fox felt pinpricks ripple over their hand. It only took a few seconds before she stopped, tentatively lifting her hands.

And there it was.

Sunny let out a burst of vibrant laughter and Fox gasped. Wispy green tendrils spiralled from each of the seeds, roots creeping, tangling. They couldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe that these rose pits that had been stuck and neglected for so long had sprung into seedlings in a matter of seconds. Fox was sure their mouth was hanging open cartoonishly, was sure their breath was caught in their throat, those stars in their eyes more like suns now. They laughed, they couldn’t help it, and their free hand went to Sunny’s shoulder and then her face. Fox could have kissed her. But then Fox looked around, head whipping in a desperate flurry. Before they could even fathom how lost Sunny looked, they were tipping the seeds into her palm, curling her fingers around them to keep them safe.

“Keep an eye on these. I’ll be right back,” Fox rambled out and quickly made a break for the greenhouse. When they met the fence, they slung themself over and slid most of the way down the hill. Their soles ate up the ground beneath them until they could get their hands on trays and flower pots nestled in corners of the greenhouse, packing them full of soil they gathered from an already open bag. In a narrow attempt at avoiding the garden gate, Fox skid on the dirt when they arrived back, kicking up a cloud of dust that spread over their clothes as they slid down onto their knees. There came a blur of feverish motioning alongside oppositely gentle potting, with all the care and caution as if Fox were performing a surgery. Once the seedlings were neatly tucked into the soil, packed in lovingly and sealed with a kiss, they finally caught a breath.

“We could have roses in maybe a month,” they gasped out, leaning back on their heels. “Actual roses.” Fox looked up to their right where Mountain crouched beside them, clapping a hand onto their shoulder.

“Rose bushes? Here?” Sunny said and when Fox stood, they saw her looking around incredulously.

“Not full bushes, not for a few years,” they replied. They understood, it was a little unbelievable to think anything could actually grow in this garden, other than tumbleweeds and disdain. “But these will bloom and we’ll get a whole plot out of them.” They would need attention, and lots of it. Fox wasn’t concerned though. There was no room for doubt when they were positively brimming over with excitement. Excitement and pride that lit a fire under their skin. With a clap bringing their hands together, Fox fell into an animated pace across the garden plot. They relayed plans, all tumbling out, spilling out of them as soon as they popped into their head and interspersed with thank yous to Sunny, who fawned over every fleeting pat to her arm. The first thing to go would be that well. Not only was it a waste of space, but the damn thing was falling apart! The entire left side was caved in, leaving a trail of dusty, broken stones, with cracks in them large enough to fall into. That’s where the lavender would go, Fox thought. And said, outloud. And there- bleeding heart. Right by the gate. Fox’s hand snaked a path across the ground, running along to an imagined burst of plum trees and berry bushes. It wasn’t until they reached one edge of the fence that they realised they’d been raving with abandon, and had gotten themself quite turned around.

“But, uh, what do you think?” Fox asked with a stuttering hum, trying to laugh. Mountain, whose attention had been caught by a line of ants marching across the dirt, pulled a face. Fox picked up a loose stone from beside their foot and huffed before throwing it over the fence. Next to them, Sunny barked her own laugh and did the same. Hers flew even further. The arch of the stone brought Fox’s eyes back to the fence and they set their hands upon it. They shook it, gently. And it shook. Gently. Fox promptly became distracted with the thought that maybe they could get away with replacing the fence. Or some of it, at least.

“I think,” Mountain began. “You should plant things that Copia likes.”

“Who?” they said.

“Papa.” Mountain finished with a nod and Fox sniffed. They weren’t quite sure whether it was a good or a bad sign, the Ghouls being on a first-name basis with the man. It was probably nothing to be troubled by, it should’ve even been expected. Perhaps their impression had been sullied by the way Terzo spoke about him. Which hadn’t been an awful lot, but Fox was surprised he hadn’t pulled a muscle after the one mention strained him so. Perhaps they were just annoyed themself at their idyllic vision for this garden slowly fading under whatever whims this Papa had. Or maybe they were annoyed they’d let themself get so carried away.

Fox leant back against the fence. “What does he like then?”

“Ask him yourself,” said Sunny. Fox followed her arm, her pointed finger over the fence, down the curve of the hill, and to a figure standing at the bottom of it.

He was perfectly still and staring up at them, his hands hidden beneath the dark robe he wore. Fox’s brow creased, trying to see anything more than an outline of a man. They couldn’t tell what kind of expression he was holding, if any at all, and they could only make out the vague impression of his features because of his heavy skeletal face paint. It was almost ridiculous. Almost. If anything, it made him look surprisingly stately. As aloof as one could be while painted up like a halloween decoration. Fox felt uneasy, and it wasn’t just the innate foreboding of looking upon the Ministry’s figurehead, not just a pope but that of Satan himself. It was familiar. Disturbingly so.

When they turned to look back at Sunny, her face was already split into toothy grin and she was practically trembling in anticipation. Her hand shot up straight in the air, as far as she could physically reach, and she waved. She waved in the broadest, the most enthusiastic, the most rip-your-arm-off-from-the-force-of-it way she could have possibly managed, and Fox paled immediately. They stuck a hand in the crook of Sunny’s elbow and pulled her arm down, embarrassment colouring their face once the Ghoul only laughed. Her smile never wavered, not even once. Why had they done that? Trepidation over having to meet the guy? Fox had survived both their meetings with Terzo and the Ghouls, and they had to admit they weren’t unhappy about the outcomes. So why were they nervous? No- shit- they weren’t nervous. They were just coming down from the high of getting those roses planted.

“Does he like roses?” they said eventually, slowly, their words creaking out like they were hanging off dull hinges. They looked at Mountain, not too keen to light Sunny’s spark again. But Mountain shrugged, and Fox frowned. Copia was gone by the time they glanced back down the hill, with no trace of even a shadow, vanished as if he had only been a spirit.

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The One in Which a Time Loop is Fucking Exhausting, Chapter 12: EPILOGUE

There’s a lot that happens. In the after.

Hopper and Joyce arrive in Hawkins, and the situation is quickly explained when nobody is surprised as Hopper being alive. El still clings to Hopper, and they barely let go throughout the talk, but when the final words have come out of Steve’s mouth, and he’s feeling more than a little drained, Hopper is opening his arms wider for him.

The government sets Eddie and Wayne up with a new apartment. It’s nicer, a lot less Gate Into Hell-Esque, and that’s really all they wanted. The cover story for the murders, to clear Eddie’s name (as well as to excuse the phantom scars that appear on Steve as time passes), was flimsy. But the town of Hawkins had wanted peace.

The people had accepted that a serial killer from out of town was inspired by the Victor Creel Murders, and started targeting high school students as they were isolated. Eddie Munson had been held hostage, as he had witnessed one of the murders, until one Steve Harrington had come across him.

(Steve had begged to keep the names of the kids’ out of it. Pleaded for them to have a normal life. When words didn’t work, he had flashed his last name with distaste, and that had shut up the people creating the cover story real quick).

They say that Hopper was undercover. This lie is easier to maintain. Maybe it’s because of the way that his eyes are sometimes hollow, or the way that Joyce holds him a little tighter, some days. Occasionally, Steve thinks that it’s Hopper’s cover story that makes the serial killer one more believable.

— — —

The first night is hard. So is the second and the third, and every night thereafter. But the first night is hard.

Steve and Eddie had huddled together, clinging on and never letting go, during the night. They had stumbled their way up to Steve’s bathroom, hopping into the shower, letting the warmth of the water bring them alive again. It’s intimate in a way that he hadn’t thought of, to take a shower with another person.

They fall into bed, keeping the lights on, in each other’s arms. Eddie’s hair is still damp from his quick fight with the hairdryer, but Steve doesn’t think that he minds.

“How’re you feeling, Stevie?” Eddie asks.

“Exhausted.” He responds. “Scared.”

“What are you scared of?”

It gets caught in his throat in a way that hurts, and he almost doesn’t want to speak the thought into existence. There’s a fear that feeds on imagination, of repetition and structure that he hopes had died when everyone else had lived.

“It’s stupid.”

Eddie shifts so that he’s looking straight at Steve. He reaches a hand to put on Steve’s cheek, brushes his thumb underneath his eye. “It can’t be stupid if you’re this worried about it.”

Steve reaches his hand up from under the covers to hold Eddie’s hand in place. “I don’t want to go to sleep. I’m scared that I’ll wake up and— I’ll be back on the boat, again.”

“I’ll be right here. I’m not going anywhere. Okay?” Eddie says it like a promise.

“Okay.” Steve breathes.

— — —

Between the mess and the tears and the explanations, Steve pulls El aside. He rests his hands on her shoulders, makes sure that they’re at the same level, because there is something that he needs to know, needs to make sure that this one thing didn’t get fucked up.

“Is Brenner dead?”

El is looking at him with exhaustion and surprise. At first he thinks it’s because of the question, before he realises that for her, this is the, maybe, the second conversation that they’ve had, in her lifetime.

Still, she nods her head, doesn’t elaborate further. She’s no longer looking at her face, and Steve knows that the man was a piece of shit, someone who deserved to die. But he also knows how guilt works. Nothing is ever truly black and white, no matter how much he wants them to be.

They don’t say anything more on Brenner. Steve is more than happy to watch as his name and his face fade from view. No one mentions the man until Sam Owens is on the phone, telling Hopper that El is allowed to go outside — to live like a teenager, for the first time in her life.

— — —

There are so many conversations that Steve has to redo, from within the loops. The first, the easiest, one to have, is with Will.

The Byers stay with him for a while. They still move back into Hawkins, but as all of their furniture and property is being transported over from California, he opens his home to them. The Harrington House has a mismatched set of people within it: with the Byers and Hopper and El and Eddie being present so much of the time.

And maybe it’s because they’re not subtle about it, that makes it so easy to have the conversation with Will. Steve has taken over cooking duties after Jonathan had sent him a look over Joyce’s head at her offer to help with food.

Steve and Eddie dance around each other, in sync more than anyone else in the house. When they’re together by the counter, knocking hips into each other, Steve can feel a faint flush build up on his cheeks. This is all he’s ever wanted.

They’re not subtle, and Will is not blind. When he walks into the kitchen, and Eddie has wrapped his arms around Steve, resting his chin on his shoulder, it’s hard to see it as anything than what it is.

“Are you guys together?”

Neither of them jump back. Eddie shifts so that they can both face Will, but he leaves his hand around Steve’s waist.

“Yeah,” Steve replies.

Will struggles within the doorway to the kitchen, wanting to say everything and nothing at all. Eddie and Steve wait, patient, because they have all the time in the world, and this is something important.

“And it’s okay? Being two boys?”

There’s a hopefulness to his voice, something light. Steve remembers the last time this had happened, lying on the floor, movie forgotten. It’s the same, and different, and changed, all at once.

“Of course,” Eddie says. “And if anyone tells you different, you can come to us, okay?”

It’s a promise, and reassurance. Acceptance. As Will nods his head, a smile on his face, Eddie and Steve break off from each other to hold him close.

— — —

Steve knows that he’s been round Eddie’s apartment too consistently, when the first thing out of Wayne Munson’s mouth is “Here for Eddie again, Steve?”

When they’re in the car together, Steve asks if Eddie’s uncle knows about the two of them being together.

“I mean, I haven’t explicitly told him, but he knows that I’m gay. He can figure out the context clues, I’m sure.”

It’s hard trying to navigate this new relationship. Yes, there are some aspects that come naturally. Picking up Eddie from his house, inviting him over for dinner. When they want to do nothing but lie together in bed, Steve finds it easy.

It’s one of those days, again. A movie has been put on in the background, one of those Star Wars movies that Dustin has been pleading for him to watch, but not for them to pay attention to it, just for the background noise.

Eddie is sitting on the floor, with his back to Steve, who is up on the couch. He rakes fingers through Eddie’s curls, separates his hair into sections to gives him loose braids. Steve finds things like this easy — being together.

But there are other things, like what a different version, a different loop of Eddie, had told him, that sometimes makes it hard.

“Sometimes I feel like I’m being unfair,” Steve says, quietly. “I know all these things about you that you haven’t actually told me.”

“Steve,” Eddie says, waves his hands around the back of his head to disconnect Steve’s hands from his hair. “If I trusted you enough to tell you in those loops, then I would trust you now. No matter what I told you.”

“I didn’t,” Steve breathes, rewords the sentence in his head. “I want you to know that I never kissed you. In the loop.”

“Then I’m happy we can experience it together, now.” He reaches a hand up to guide Steve down to his level. Eddie’s hands frame the sides of his face, as he closes his eyes and draws him in. It’s as soft as it was the first time, by the pool. Warm.

Eddie breaks away first, turns back around to face the TV. He swipes his hair back over his shoulders, a clear invitation, that Steve takes, to finish the braid. And if there’s a giddy smile on Steve’s face, warm and flushed? Nobody has to know.

— — —

Steve and Hopper bond, again. Maybe it’s over the shared trauma of being tortured by Russians, or another one of the constants: that Hop will always make sure Steve is alright. He ends up learning a lot more of what happened in Russia, and in turn, Hop learns a lot more about the time loops.

The couch feels uncomfortably small as the conversation wrenches something ugly out of Steve.

“I feel like I shouldn’t be this torn up about it, y’know? It technically didn’t even happen!”

Hop closes his eyes, brings a hand up to his mouth. Amidst the blur of his own tears, and the shakiness of his breathing, Steve watches as Hopper opens his arms. He shuffles close until his hands are rubbing circles into Steve’s back.

“Everyone is alive. I’m alive. Why does it still feel so—” A sob breaches through his mouth and he feels like he can’t breathe. “Why does it still hurt?”

He doesn’t know why he’s crying. They won. The monsters were dead. Max and Eddie were alive. But as he’s held, Steve presses his face into Hopper’s shoulder, feels the tears, hot and ugly, roll down his cheeks.

“It’ll take time to heal.” Hopper whispers. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you since before Starcourt, but, we all know how that turned out.”

They choke out a laugh together, and Steve finds comfort in the way that Hop’s chest rumbles when he talks. He wipes his tears on the corner of his sweater cuffs, and neither of them acknowledge the wetness of their eyes.

“What about?” Steve asks.

“Nothing. Everything. I don’t think I ever properly talked to you about all the Upside Down shit before and—” Hopper sighs. “You’re just a kid. You were pushed into taking care of all the children, protecting them from these monsters. But you’re just a kid.”

Steve’s breathing is patchy and uneven as Hopper talks. He closes his eyes, lets the tears soak into his shirt. He presses his lips together in a need to be quiet.

“What you went through, what you sacrificed so everyone could be alive today, I know it wasn’t easy. I need you to know that we are here for you— that I’m here for you.”

He clutches at the back of Hopper’s shirt, holding on, pleading. Steve breathes in deep and tries to hold it there before it’s stuttering out of his chest, eyebrows pulled together.

“I felt what is was like to die, Hop. I— I died so many times.”

“It’s all over, kid. You can rest now.”

“But it’s never just over!” Steve blink harsh and fast, uses his fists to scrub away his tears. "Every year there’s a new monster, and every year I get hurt. What happens next year? I can’t— I don’t think I can do this again.”

“I don’t know.” The admission is quiet. Hopper’s hands are still rubbing circles into Steve’s back, arms warm around him. “But, for now, you rest, okay? You don’t have to keep it all to yourself. Let us ease the load.”

Steve presses forehead deeper into Hop’s shoulder, sob ripping through his throat. It is raw and it is loud and it is ugly. He feels exhausted in a way that weighs on his bones, and yet he still has more tears to shed.

“It’s okay. You’re gonna be okay, kid.” Hopper whispers. “You’re gonna be okay.”

— — —

Nancy still leaves. But something is different this time, a change that felt like a long time coming, for everyone involved. When Steve is on his way to the Byers’ place for dinner, he spots Nancy driving away in her car, Jonathan smoking on the steps of the house.

“You alright?” Steve asks.

Jonathan looks— not surprised. Not sad. “Nance and I broke up.”

“Oh.” He pauses, sits down next to the Byers’ boy on the steps. “I’m sorry?”

“No! No, we. I don’t think we were that good for each other.” He looks relieved. Jonathan turns to Steve for a moment before looking away. “I’m sorry, by the way. I don’t think I ever apologised for sleeping with her while you guys were still—”

“It’s okay.” It feels like a reversal of what happened during the loops. “I mean, I was kinda an asshole to you all throughout high school, so.”

“But I still shouldn’t have done it. Or the—” He lowers his voice, looks drops his head a bit. “The pictures.”

It feels good, Steve realises. To be the one on the receiving end of the apology. It’s not something that he’s accustomed to, and he realises that he’s been staring at his shoes without answering Jonathan.

“Thank you,” Steve says, means it. “And I’m sorry for what I said about your family. About them being a disgrace.”

“You were angry.” Jonathan dismisses.

“Doesn’t make it right.”

It feels like the mess between them has been cleared. Their apologies hang in the air, something long overdue, something that they both needed. It feels like the start of a friendship.

When they’re sitting at the dinner table, and Steve has helped Joyce cook, everyone talks. Hopper is sat at the head of the table, with Joyce by his side. Will is recounting something from Eddie’s newest campaign, El listening intently, and Jonathan laughing. It feels like a family. Steve feels like he belongs.

(He tells Jonathan about The Mixtape to Save the World, when they’re clearing the dishes. Steve lists off everyone’s favourite songs by memory, adding in his speculation for what he thought each of the the Cali Crew’s songs would be.

In the days that come after, Steve finds that Jonathan has a knack for creating tapes in such a way that tells a story. The songs flow and bond and mesh together, pop turning to alt turning to rock. The copies are spread throughout the group, and if it’s the only thing Steve listens to for weeks, he doesn’t tell anyone).

— — —

Steve tries to give Eddie back the vest. He tries, really, he does! But Eddie is having none of it. Steve had ‘accidentally’ forgotten it once, at Eddie’s new apartment, and the next day it was back on his chair, staring up at him.

When he had asked why Eddie was so adamant about him having it, all he had said was “If it happened in every loop, then surely that’s a sign that you’re meant to have it.”

“Oh that is such bull, and you know it—”

“Hey! Is that any way to speak to your elders, Stevie?”

Steve pauses. Thinks. It’s like a lightbulb going off in his head as he says it. “Y’know, technically I’m older than you now. So really, you should be listening to me.”

It’s getting easier to joke about the loop as time passes. What doesn’t get easier, though, is talking to his father. Ever the elusive man, Mr Harrington doesn’t bother to call Steve, even when he’s on the news for being ‘attacked by a serial killer’. The only acknowledgement he gets, is when, one morning, he’s sent a new watch. He sells it for cash and buys a graduation gift, instead.

When his dad finally decides to call, it’s not a simple hey how are you? I haven’t talked to you in months or I saw you were attacked on the news, wanted to see that you weren’t dead. Instead, it’s to say:

“The neighbours said they saw that Eddie Munson spotted near the house. I better not be hearing that you invited him in, Steven.”

It’s infuriating. And Steve is tired.

“I did actually. And you know what, dad? You can go fuck yourself. I’d ask if you could say hi to mum for me, but I actually don’t think I give a shit.”

He slams the phone down on the receiver, and pulls his money from the bank account his dad had set up for him. Steve’s not worried about being kicked out of the house; his father too swept up in appearances to do so.

(In the back of his mind, he realises that they had never truly been his parents. When he says the words, thinks of family and mum and dad, he doesn’t think of the Harrington’s in their too big, too cold house. He thinks of Joyce and Hopper, Robin and Jonathan. The kids. He thinks of Eddie).

So, it’s a little to do with fucking with his father, and a lot to do with making Eddie and the kids happy, when the house becomes a regular dnd den. With Eddie graduating later in the year (and, god, it really was his year, huh?), Hellfire meets had been moved to Steve’s house so that they could continue after he left.

It’s good, for a while.

Jason Carver is still convinced that Eddie is the murderer — a vessel for Satan to destroy the world of the good Christian man, or some shit. It seemed that the government branch allocated to coming up with cover stories forgot the part where he had seen Patrick’s body lift into the air above the lake.

Eddie had mentioned how Jason would stare at him in school, in the cafeteria, in classes. But there were so many people to witness any threat he would make, that he never made a move. But Steve and Eddie aren’t that lucky.

“Hey, Stevie,” Eddie says during a break in the campaign, “You mind rushing down the store to grab some snacks and soda? They kinda picked your fridge clean.”

Steve sighs but lifts himself from the couch, waves at the group members, who excitedly wave back, before going on a midnight snack run. Those boys are lucky he’s so nice, otherwise, they’d be stuck on tap water for the next few hours.

When he gets back, and his front door is cracked ajar, it’s quiet. Way too quiet for a dnd game.

Steve closes his car door softly, creeps towards his open door before he’s in the living room, watching Hellfire Club members clutching to themselves or each other, as Jason carver lifts Eddie off the ground, pressing his back into the wall.

And he’s over there in seconds, pulling Jason off, watching as he stumbles back into the room. His eyes are crazed and his jaw is set, and if he wasn’t such a dickhead, Steve might have felt sorry for him. Carver’s swings are sloppy, uncoordinated, and Steve barely has to dodge his strikes.

The Hellfire Club are silent as they watch Steve punch Jason in the face, and they are silent when he stays on the ground. When he doesn’t get up, and Steve checks his breathing, his pulse, phones the police, only then, do they cheer and shout and grant Steve the title of Honorary Hellfire Member.

Jason Carver is charged with assault, and isn’t set to graduate for the year.

— — —

The kids have (mainly) reverted back to normal. They joke and they laugh, hug Will and El and Max a little tighter when they have to go back home. Steve isn’t blind, maybe a bit oblivious, but not blind, and he knows that things are not just ‘okay’ with them again. The kids are trying to hang on to whatever was left of their normality, which Steve quickly identifies as a coping mechanism he had used one too many times.

(He makes a mental note to talk to each of the kids, individually, as a group. Reassure them that they can have bad days, that they can acknowledge the weight of the world and still be happy).

This time, he’s been delegated to dropping El off at Hop’s cabin at the end of the night. The party had started a new campaign, Mike insisting that Eddie be the dungeon master. In the back of his mind, Steve is reminded of how the group had brushed Will’s want to play dnd aside. When he sees the kid smile a little wider, laugh a little harder, Steve promises to keep him happy.

El is still giddy in his front seat, hands clutched around the gifted set of dice given to her as a present from Eddie and Mike. When the car rumbles to a stop, leaves and sticks crunching under his tires, Steve turns and walks her to the door.

The lights are on in the house, signalling that Hopper had waited for them to come back, and the door is opening to—

A man?

The man looks at El before his eyes have reached Steve’s, and then he’s promptly shutting the door in his face.

“What the fuck?”

Before Steve can even turn to ask El who the hell that was, the door is opening again, and Hopper is standing there, an apologetic look on his face. He ushers them in quickly, warmly, closing the door behind him. The man is sitting on the couch, his hands clasped tightly in his lap.

“Steve, this is Dmitri, or,” Hopper huffs a laugh to an inside joke that Steve doesn’t understand. “I call him Enzo.”

Dmitri (Enzo?) waves a curt wave to him from the couch, a tight smile on his face. Steve, starstruck and confused, lifts his hand in response.

“Okaaaaaaaaay,” Steve drawls. “Is that meant to mean something to me, or?”

And Hopper is smiling again, and El has made her way over to the couch to give Dmitri a high five. Steve studies their interaction, questions why he doesn’t remember this man at all. Not from his knowledge in the loops, and not from anything else either.

“The American has told me a lot about you,” Dmitri says. Steve vaguely registers his thick accent before he’s speaking again. “I did not recognise your face, before.”

It’s starting to fall into place when Steve looks back at Hopper. Connects the dots between the accent, and the names they call each other, and then there’s a recollection from a past loop, of Hopper telling him that he had help in Russia.

“Oh! You’re the one that helped Hop with all the,” Steve gestures vaguely between the two men. “Thank you.”

The man on the couch laughs. His grin is sincere, smooth, as he looks at Steve, standing near the door. “You should be thanking, Jim. He is the one who helped us, in the end. If not for him, my son and I would not be here. Really, I should be thanking you.”

Hopper is standing, bashful, next to Steve, who has been reeling throughout this entire interaction. Thank Steve? For what? And Hop is looking at the questioning gaze in his eyes, must be a mind reader, because he’s already moved to answer.

“He fought the Demogorgon with me, and he saw El use her powers, so I thought an explanation about your situation was in order.”

Steve catalogues their group. Two potheads, a teen-journalist with a gun, the Chief of Police-slash-best dad, a loving mother, Mike, a girl with superpowers, a sarcastic redhead, a snarky eleven year old, Murray Bauman, a kid with the world’s worst bowl cut, a basketball-nerd mix, a hopeless romantic lesbian, a kid who needs his ego checked, the best dungeon master-slash-boyfriend, and a time travelling babysitter.

He goes through their group once more. Adds ‘Russian guard turned monster slayer’ to the list.

“Welcome to Hawkins, Dmitri.”

— — —

It’s not exactly needed, not like they’re being secretive about it, but Steve comes out to Robin. He doesn’t make it a big thing, doesn’t really feel like it is. Maybe it’s because he’s had literal years to come to terms with this, so for him, this has been the norm for a while.

For Robin? Well. That’s a whole other thing.

“I knew it!”

“Oh, you so did not.”

He stacks the tapes on the counter, rearranges them in an order that he knows will piss off Robin. Steve watches her pace around the front of the store, before retreating behind the counter when a mother and her child walk in.

“You and Eddie aren’t subtle, by the way.” She whispers. “And I am so mad that you managed to kiss and boy before I kissed a girl!”

“I’ve been telling you, you should just talk to Vickie, Rob.” He’s been saying it from the start, before he even knew that they ended up together. Now that he knows that they do? Steve’s determined to play a little bit of matchmaker.

“No, we are not talking about my love life right now. How did you even figure it out?” Robin is incredulous in her speech, waving her arms around as much as she can without alerting the mother in the PG section of the store.

Steve could say a variety of things. He could mention the loops and how Eddie was at the crux of it all, how afraid he was at fucking everything up. But it feels too heavy, for this. Instead, he gives a half-truth, something that he realised later, something that should have made it clear sooner.

Robin checks out the movie that the customer wanted to rent, and Steve waits until the door has shut behind her before he speaks.

“When you’ve played every sport, you’re kind of in the locker room for along amount of your high school life.” He says, can feel the blush climbing to his face. “And, you know, sometimes you accidentally catch a glance of, uh. Something below the waist.”

Robin gasps in pretend outrage. “Steven!”

He groans. “Do not Steven, me. You asked!”

“Robin asked what?”

Eddie has taken to bothering the both of them at work. And, normally, Steve is grateful for the distraction. But when his face is red and they’re on this specific topic? Robin and Eddie are gonna team up against him.

“I asked how he knew.”

Steve can feel Eddie’s eyes flick across his red face and his hands cover his eyes. There’s a smile to his voice, as he leans against the counter. “The locker room story, right?”

“Oh god.”

And then a customer is entering the store, and Steve is racing towards them like a lifeline, spitting his spiel about hi, my name is Steve, how can I help you? as Eddie and Robin are losing it by the counter.

Once their cackling has died down, and Steve’s face has returned to it’s normal shade, they ask him about the loop. Not the heavy shit that they normally go over, but dumb things. Things that Steve is all too happy to talk about.

“You called me ‘big boy’ once.”

“Eddie did what?”

“Stevie. Babe. Between this and the vest, how did you not know I was flirting with you?” Eddie is sat on top of the counter, legs crossed. He glances back at Steve with wide eyes.

“Well I was kinda more worried about the fact that we were stealing a fucking van, now wasn’t I?”

“We stole a van?” Robin chokes on her water and is sent into a coughing fit.

“I hot-wired it, didn’t I?”

“How do you know how to hot-wire? Do I want to know how you know how to hot-wire?” Steve and Eddie laugh at the spiral that they sent Robin into, before she’s pushing her finger into Steve’s chest and demanding to be told more about the dumb-cute shit that they got up to in the loops.

“Uhhhhhhh, I came out to you once and told you I liked Eddie’s hands?”

The man in question spins around on the counter to look at Steve, leans in and waggles his fingers at him, a mock-affronted look on his face. “Those better be some PG thoughts, Harrington. You’re on the clock right now!”

Steve picks up the closest magazine, shoves his face into it. He pretends to read the words, watches as they shift along the page. He’s reminded of the time within the van, a time that doesn’t exist, but is mirrored in what happens now.

(After, when Eddie leaves Family Video, there is a break in customer service, Robin asks if Steve was ever tested for dyslexia. She mentions how his eyes had moved along the page, not in the way that one does when reading or skimming paragraphs.

They go to the library after, Robin reading pages upon pages of definitions, and Steve thinks he understand himself a little better. It’s in the way that he mixes up his words, finds it hard to read. There’s a small part of him that wants to go back to school, now that he knows, just to see who he could have been).

— — —

“I’m bisexual.” Steve instantly backtracks, explains. “As in, I like boys and girls.”

“I know what bisexual means, Steve.” Hopper says. He’s by the kitchen, trying to solo-cook one of Steve’s recipes that El likes. “You seeing anyone right now?”

Steve stops tapping his fingers against the dining table. Things are easy with Hopper. It almost makes him want to cry again. “Yeah, I’m— yeah.”

“You deserve happiness, kid. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. And if you find happiness this guy, this boyfriend, of yours, then you go be happy.”

Steve jokes, tries to cover up the wetness of his eyes. “Didn’t know you cared so much, Hop.”

“Yeah, yeah. I don’t have to have The Talk with you, right?” Hop has turned around to face him, one hand on his hip, the other pointing a wooden spoon at him.

“Oh god, no thanks.”

(Later, as Steve leaves the cabin and waves, getting into his car to ride home, Hopper calls out to him, anyway.

“Make sure to use protection!”

Steve swear he hears loud chuckles when he hits his head on the car roof getting in).

— — —

Dustin, Steve and Eddie hang out. Steve gets readily taught about anything and everything there is to know about dnd, and they pull out so many things that Steve pretends not to understand. A character sheet, classes, what each dice does. There is so much information, but he soaks it up greedily, a sponge of information.

And, y’know, it’s nice for a while. The three of them switch between Steve’s house and Eddie’s apartment, depending on what they want to do. Some days they won’t even be doing anything together — each separately attending to something, all in the same room. It’s nice.

But Dustin is a nosy fucker, and he can’t seem to keep his mouth shut.

It’s in on one of those quiet days. Eddie is lying on the couch in Steve’s living room, propping his feet up on the lap of the man in question. Dustin in lying on the floor, comic book held in his outstretched arms.

Steve has been trying to get more into reading after learning about dyslexia. It’s hard to pay attention, but he’s found that when the paragraphs aren’t long, and he holds a ruler under the line he’s reading, it makes it a little bit easier.

Dustin sighs dramatically from his place on the floor. Steve ignores it.

He rubs his free hand, not holding the book, up and down Eddie’s calf on his lap. It’s a soothing motion, back and forth, and when he gets a little distracted from the paragraph he’s reading, he’ll tickle Eddie. That little endeavour earns a swift kick to his book in his hands, making it fall to the floor.

Dustin sighs again.

Steve leans down to pick the book up, un-crinkling the pages that had been smooshed against the floor. He sends a playful glare at Eddie, who, without even looking at him, has raised his hand to flip him off.

Dustin lets out another sigh.

“Okay. What’s your deal?”

The kid drops the comic book dramatically so that it lands to cover his face. Steve thinks that he’s spent a little too much time with Eddie. The couch is still warm from where he’d been sitting, so Steve plonks Eddie’s legs back over his lap. He makes note in his mind to call him a human blanket, later.

“Everything’s so boring now.”

“What, without me being a fugitive of the town and wanted for murder?” Eddie snarks.

“No!” Dustin has sat up, and the comic book has fallen to the ground. “You know that is not what I meant.”

“Then, pray tell, what is it that you mean?”

The kid gets to his feet and starts to pace around the room. It’s something that he probably picked up from Steve. His need to be moving, on his feet, never giving himself a moment to relax. For a second, Steve is worried that this is going to be something serious.

“You don’t go on anymore dates, Steve!”

Okay. So. Not serious.

“Oh my god.” Steve sighs.

“That’s what’s boring? Steve's lack of love life?” Eddie cackles as Steve slaps his legs.

“Yes!” It’s said like it’s the most important thing in the world. As if they weren’t literally fighting monsters from hell maybe a month ago. “You were my free entertainment.”

“I wasn’t that bad, and I did not go on that many dates for me to have been your entertainment.”

“Well, you never go out anymore to even try to date. Like, I knew you liked Nancy, but then she got with Jonathan, and I still don’t understand why you don’t just get with Robin. You guys would be perfect! You already spend most of your time together, anyway.”

Eddie is red faced as he holds in his laugh from his end of the couch. Dustin continues in his speech, as if he’s made the biggest revelation known to man.

“And when did you guys get so close? Steve, if I didn’t know any better, I would have thought you guys were dating! No wonder you can’t pick up chicks anymore.”

“Dustin.”

He looks up from where he’s been pacing in his rant. Looks at the two of them, really looks at them. Dustin sees the way that Eddie has sprawled his legs to rest in Steve’s lap, the comforting hand that has been placed on his calf.

“Oh. You are dating.”

Eddie laughs so hard that he rolls off the couch, hitting his face into the carpet as he goes. Steve is sighing in exasperation before he looks back up to the kid, who’s eyes are wide and face is mild horrified, and he breaks, too.

“How long? How did I not know? Why didn’t you guys tells me?!”

“I thought you knew!”

“‘Thought I knew’? Steve, I’ve been talking about how hopeless you are for the last hour!”

Eddie speaks out a couple words from his breathless state on the floor. “That is no way to speak your mother, Henderson!”

It turns out, that in ever scenario, in every situation, Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington get to co-parent Dustin (even if the kid himself is a little slow on the uptake).

— — —

“I’m sorry.” Are the first words out of Nancy’s mouth, as soon as she’s back from her road trip to god knows where. It’s the ass-crack of the morning, and Steve is still blearily rubbing sleep away from his eyes, when he had heard the doorbell ring.

“What’re you sorry for, Nance?” Steve leans against his doorframe, before deciding that this is probably going to be a heavy conversation, and opens the door to herd her inside.

They make their way to the living room. Nancy sits on the couch across from the TV, and Steve opts to sit next to her. Jonathan had told him about the two of them, after the break up. How there were times when they would fight over things that shouldn’t have been fought over. How, sometimes, Nancy would be so driven, on a one track mind, that she’d disregard everything around her.

(“That’s not to say I was perfect, either!” Jonathan had assured. “I mean, apart from lying to her about the college thing, there were so many times where I just avoided her, didn’t speak to her.”

They were in his bedroom, newly decorated with posters of The Cure and Joy Division as soon as his furniture had arrived from California. Steve was sat on the floor, legs sprawled out in front of him, as he passed the joint back to Jonathan.

The Byers’ boy had flopped on his back, bouncing slightly on the bed. Jonathan groaned and covered his face with his hands.

“Hey, then maybe it’s a good thing? You guys breaking up.” Steve proposed. “I mean, it sucked when Nance broke up with me. But looking back on it, I really don’t think we should have been together.”

It was an oversimplification. They had wanted to be together because everyone else wanted them to be together. Maybe, along the way, Steve had convinced himself that it’s what he wanted, too. But in the time apart, he had grown, become better. Now, when he looks at himself in the mirror, he’s proud.

“You’re probably right.” Jonathan had conceded. “We were still so young when we got together, still trying to figure out who we truly were so. Yeah, you’re probably right, Steve.”)

“You apologised to me for being a shit boyfriend, but I never apologised for being a shit girlfriend.” Nancy wrings her hands in her lap, nervous in such a way that Steve has never seen her be. “And, I’ve been thinking, I don’t think either of us were good for each other.”

It feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders.

“Thank god you said it, because I was thinking it.” Steve sighs and slumps back in his seat. “It hurt, y’know, when you and Jonathan—”

“I’m so sorry.” She says. “I mean, I already knew about your parents and the way that your dad—” She stops again, backtracks. “I shouldn’t have sleep with him. It was shitty of me, and I’m sorry.”

“Have you spoke to Jonathan yet?” Steve asks.

“Not yet.”

“I think you should. We’ve been talking lately and—”

“You and Jonathan?”

Steve smiles, laughs slightly at her incredulous expression. “Yes. Me and Jonathan talk now.” He continues. “We talked about a lot of things, but we also talked about you. And I think he probably has a lot that he wants to say to you.”

She looks slightly put out by this, before she’s nodding her head in understanding. “I think I have a lot to say to him to. To apologise for.”

The conversation slowly dies out, becomes a little too close to small talk. On one hand, Steve is glad that he dated her. Thinks that she sped up his de-asshole-ification process. But on the other hand, as one of them brings up the weather, he can see them fading back into acquaintances. He thinks that, maybe, it’s better this way.

There’s a small part of him that will always love her. And Steve’s starting to realise that, that’s okay, too.

Eddie comes down the stairs while they’re still talking, sleep addled brain not understanding the situation, before he’s looking back down at Steve’s shirt that he’s wearing, and sighing. It shouldn’t be as funny as it is, and Steve should have guessed that Eddie didn’t care about the others knowing.

He’s already slipped into the kitchen, no doubt to start making coffee for himself, boiling the water for Steve’s tea, when Nancy has opened her mouth.

“So, Eddie?” She asks, eyebrow cocked. She doesn’t look affronted, maybe a little surprised, shocked, but not disgusted. There is an easiness in the way that she says his name, and Steve didn’t realise the breath he was holding until she speaks.

“Yeah. Eddie.” He agrees.

— — —

Between the jokes and the movies, Dustin and Steve talk. Properly. It’s short, and it’s sweet, filled with teasing and promises, and it feels like things have started to feel good again.

Steve thanks him for believing him, at the start of this loop. About the short amount of time he took from hearing the words come out of Steve’s mouth before he was making sure that everyone followed Steve’s lead.

(“You were so different.” Dustin has said. “You still are. So different.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know it’s hard to try and explain. But the way you talked over the walkie at the lake? It was hard not to believe you with how changed you sounded.”

It, weirdly, sends a spike of fear through Steve. Had the loops made him someone else completely? Was he no longer the same person that these people knew? Were they ever going to truly know who he was anymore?

“I’m still me, aren’t I?” Steve had said. A plead, a beg, a need. The sentence say so much more than he could ever possibly know to articulate.

And Dustin had answered, honest and sincere in a way that Steve had never seen him be. “It’ll take some getting used to, yeah. But you’re still our Steve. Nothing is going to change that.”)

He refuses to tell him about the gruesome deaths, about what had happened to any of them. Steve knows that it’s not something that he has to bear alone, is able to speak to so many people about it. But he decides that it’s not something that Dustin needs to know.

Steve does, however, fuck with him. He uses fake past loop knowledge to tease Dustin, pretending that things happened when they actually didn’t.

“You know, in one of the loops, you tripped over yourself trying to talk to this girl.”

“I did not!”

“Uh, who was there? Me. You totally did.”

Steve makes sure to use his overly exaggerated voice and mannerisms to make sure the kid knows that he’s joking. By the way that they burst into laughter at the end of their pretending, he think Dustin gets the gist.

— — —

“See, and I have another here that I got when I—”

Eddie meets El, and Steve was right. They love each other.

With Hopper’s unofficial adoption of Steve, he had all but demanded to see Eddie when Steve had mentioned who his partner was. It felt weird, at first. Having a father figure who was interested in his love life, let alone his life in general. He had made a phone call to Jonathan, aiming to be short, to get clarification on one question.

“Is it normal for parents to want to meet your partner?”

Because Steve knew Hopper. He knew the overbearing nature that he had over El and Mike (but Steve doesn’t blame him. Mike can be an ass sometimes), and he thought that, maybe, this interest in Eddie was a Hopper thing.

Jonathan had just laughed. Said: “Yes. Tell Eddie that I said good luck with Hop!”

But as soon as Eddie had walked through the cabin door, before Hopper could even get up from his chair, El was marching towards him and stating that he had to tell her about his tattoos. By the way that Hopper had smiled at them, Steve thinks Eddie earned some points there.

Hopper doesn’t even give the shovel talk, just watches the two interact with each other, with El. The one time that Eddie rests his hand on Steve’s thigh, underneath the dinner table, he had received a glare and a hands where I can see them, Munson. But Steve thinks, apart from that, the dinner goes well.

When they go to leave, and Steve has helped Hopper clean up (despite the man’s refusal), Eddie has sketched a design out for El. He had laid on his stomach on the living room floor as El described what she wanted, scribbling and erasing as she added more. As Steve goes to tell Eddie that they’re going to go in a couple minutes, his eye catches the final design.

Two floating hands interlocked at the pinky: a promise.

— — —

Time passes. The scarring and the bruises have slowed to a stop, no more rings around his neck, or mysterious aches in his bones. Steve breathes deep; there no longer feels like there’s water in his lungs. When he wakes up and looks in the mirror, he sees himself staring back, healing.

It’s Max that catches it. Steve’s stopped by her house to stay for the night, cook for her while her mum works night shift. It’s one of the little changes that have happened in their routine, but a welcome one.

Her eyes are focussed below his hairline, above his left eyebrow.

“No one ever tell you it’s rude to stare?” Steve jokes.

But Max is already pulling him towards their cramped bathroom, flicking the lights on and shoving him in front of the mirror.

“That’s new, right?” She point toward the spot she was staring at. “It wasn’t there last week.”

Steve looks at his reflection in the mirror, the yellow light casting a sickly glow on his skin. The scar is one that Steve doesn’t recognise at first. It’s both small and large, tiny white lines scattered across his face, from his hairline, to the skin surrounding his eye, his ear.

He turns his head, uses his fingertips to trace the lines. They’re not jagged or deep, raised or otherwise. They’re even — a tell of a scar from the time loop. But he and Robin had made that list, and he had remembered every injury, every death.

The light flickers above him. Steve looks more intently at the scars, tries to think why they look so familiar, and he’s turning his head, eyes meeting the almost-faded reminders. Taunting, fists thrown, a plate smashed over his head.

But it doesn’t make any sense. He knows that he didn’t die there. Steve remembers losing the fight, yes, but not so bad that he would have died.

Max is staring at him, standing in the doorway of the bathroom. Steve decides that this is something that he can deal with, later. He turns off the lights, pats the girl on the shoulder as he leads her to the kitchen to eat.

“It is new, but it’s probably nothing.”

“I thought Dustin said they were slowing down?”

Steve fills a glass of water, leans against the sink. “I thought so, too.”

Max pauses from her place at the dinner table, food in front of her. She stares at the cutlery in front of her, eyes not moving away from them. Steve turns towards her fully, eyebrow cocked in question.

“I think we’re starting to remember.”

“What do you mean?” He says it. Thinks he understand before she even has to clarify.

“I spoke to Dustin the other day, and he said he had this dream of,” Max swallows. “He had a dream of you dying to the demobats. In the Upside Down.”

Steve tries to justify it in his mind. The kid had seen the bats before, and he had heard Steve say that he died. Maybe his mind had put two and two together, created a nightmare of what once was, in another loop, another time.

(He knows that he’s lying to himself).

“And Hopper said that he had the most vivid thought the other day. Like a memory.”

She leaves it open in the air. Max doesn’t have to mention which death it could possibly be, because it can only be two. With the way that she stares at the pale mark on his forehead, Steve thinks he knows which one Hopper remembered.

“Maybe it’s not just the injuries and scars that are coming back,” Steve says, wets his lips. “I wonder if, somehow, you’re all recalling my deaths, too.”

They don’t mention it, after that. Max and Steve eat dinner at the table, and he asks her how Lucas is doing, in a teasing tone, which she responds with asking how Eddie is doing. By the end of the night, she’s tucked into bed, and Ms Mayfield is walking through the door, thanking him, giving him a quick hug, before he’s making his way back home.

(Eddie proposes the idea that Steve has been looping without knowing it. Dying in the years before, and fixing things without even remembering doing so. Steve recalls the sense of déjà vu he had when he first came to, how he had brushed off what was happening, what he remembered. It doesn’t sound like such a far fetched theory.

They stay up late one night, making a list called All of Steve Harrington’s Possible Deaths (And The Times He Maybe Saved The World). It’s a lot longer than Eddie liked, and as they fill the blank spaces with possibilities, there is explaining and tears and laughter.

There are some that they become sure of, as the days pass them by. A plate smashed against his skull, a Demogorgon claw mark on his shoulder. They don’t have an answer, not even a clue of how or why. All they know, is that Steve Harrington holds many nicknames, Unkillable and Hero being some of them.

The list and the theory is distributed throughout the group. There are names next to each death, a subtle warning that Steve hopes is enough, of what they might remember, in the years to come).

— — —

When the weather starts to heat up, the kids come round the Harrington House to use the pool. They’re all shouting and ecstatic, cannonballing and diving into his pool. The water sloshes across the edges, and Steve stays very much away from the cool blue.

He doesn’t think he’ll be able to swim for a long while. When the kids aren’t using the pool, and he is alone in his house, he doesn’t look outside. Tries not to think about the pool or the lake. On some days, he doesn’t think that he’ll ever be able to swim again.

“Steve! You wanna be on my team?”

It’s Dustin that asks. His hair is soaked by the water, and his curls are slick against his forehead. Lucas has Max on his shoulders, and the others are starting to pair up. Steve thinks of saying yes, thinks of how cool the water would feel against his skin. But then he’s reminded of slipping under willingly, being pulled at other times.

“Nah, maybe not today.” He says.

“Then you have to be referee!” Dustin shouts, not even missing a beat. He lowers his voice, whisper shouting at Steve from within the pool, arm slung across Eddie next to him. “If you rig it in my favour I’ll get you in Eddie’s good graces.”

Eddie gasps hand on his chest, before flopping back into the water. “I cannot believe you’d sell me and my body like this!”

And Steve is laughing and coordinating the game, winking not so conspiratorially at Dustin when he wins his match.

When the kids have all left, and Eddie and Steve are clearing away cans of soda and wet towels, they talk about it. Steve feels the ugly creatures of shame and embarrassment rear their heads when Eddie asks how he is, how today was. The pool. It’s not an easy conversation. There is fear and there is longing, and something else that Steve can’t name, as he looks to the water.

There’s a moment, as the conversation dies out, that Eddie confides in him something that not even the loops had told Steve. He talks about high school with distain, about his parents, and the dark thoughts that he had. It’s not an accusation, far from it. It’s a question, an acceptance, reassurance.

“Do you ever stop thinking about it?” Steve had asked.

“It’s not that simple.” Eddie had whispered. “Sometimes I’ll feel so happy, find myself forgetting about it. Other days it comes back full force and I feel like I can’t even breathe.”

Steve thinks he understands. He mentions the ease in which he had slipped into the pool the first time. Had breathed water into his lungs, before he even knew that he was going to live again, have a chance to save everyone.

“It was so easy,” Steve had cried. “They always talk about how people will have a note or a plan but I just… did it.”

The loop has left more scars than the eye could possibly see. And it will take a while for everything to become normal, for Steve to feel okay again. Eddie holds him close as he cries, and in the morning, when they are less foggy-headed, still exhausted, they schedule an appointment with a psychologist.

It feels like a step in the right direction.

— — —

Eddie is still hesitant about attending graduation. Steve mentions what he had told him in a previous loop, about Chrissy, about how Eddie thought people would see him. Some things shift with him, Steve thinks. Things that always happen, but move as he does.

“Everyone’s going to have their parents and their friends cheering for them, and I’m going to have all these people who hate me.” The words are whispered, private.

“We’re all going to be there,” Steve reassures. “And we’re still going to do everything that an embarrassing family does. We’ll cheer so loud that you won’t be able to hear anything else.”

He hopes that it says everything he wants to say, hopes that it says we’re your family and we love you and you deserve this. When Eddie turns to him, hands still in their shaking, looking more sure of himself, Steve thinks that his words worked.

Robin is the first one they see walk. She’s polite and smiling, cheeks red underneath the bright lights in the gymnasium, Converse still on her feet. She had complained to Steve about how her mother was trying to force her to wear heels.

(“Robin, sincerely, tell your mother to fuck off. It’s your graduation. You deserve to be comfortable there.”

“It was hard enough trying to convince her to let me wear a pantsuit, can you imagine how hard it’s gonna be to tell her I don’t want to wear heels?”

“Then don’t tell her!”

“She’s the one driving me there, Steve.”

“Then give me your shoes and I’ll sneak them to you there. Problem solved!”

She had laughed over the phone and told him he was ridiculous, but the next time she had a shift at Family Video, she was passing a beaten box of Converse over the counter).

She accepts her diploma, shaking the hand of the principal, before turning towards the bleachers. Her eyes are scanning the crowd before Steve is standing and cheering for her, voice loud and noticeable above all the rest. Robin’s eyes meet his and she waves erratically, all the way to her assigned seat.

When Eddie walks across the makeshift stage of the basketball court, strutting and confident in a way that Steve has never seen him be, they cheer. Lucas and Dustin and Mike are all standing up from their seats in the bleachers, whooping and cheering and shouting. Mrs Wheeler gives Mike a look that screams for him to sit down, but he isn’t even looking her way.

Robin is cheering from her place in the crowd, and the other graduates have turned to look at her in question. But she doesn’t stop cheering, clapping and loud, as she watches Eddie. Even Nancy had joined in, raising her arms above her head and bringing her hands together.

Max and Will are more subdued. Happy, and shouting and clapping, laughing at the antics of the Hellfire Club members that sit around them. Steve had even managed to rope Jonathan and Argyle into it, sees and hears them wolf whistle as Eddie kicks the back of his graduation gown upwards.

Steve cheers until his voice is raw and he thinks that he won’t speak for weeks. When Eddie bends at the waist to give the world’s most exaggerated bow, Steve wants to scream you see that right there? That’s my fucking boyfriend!

Eddie had bought a suit, his school ceremony clothes as he liked to call them. Steve had admitted that he was a little surprised, thought that he would just rock up in jeans and the vest. For that, he received a very pointed look, and Eddie saying oh, so you don’t want to see me in a suit?

Steve can admit now that he very much enjoys the view.

As Eddie grabs his diploma, shakes the principal’s hand so hard it looks like the man nearly loses his footing, he promptly flips him off and runs off stage. The crowd — those that know Eddie, those that don’t — cheer and whoop as he races out the gymnasium, teachers trying to grab him as he goes.

Later, when Steve’s voice is croaky and lost, and his cheeks hurt from smiling, he gives Eddie his graduation gift. It’s a simple silver chain bracelet, with a bat (the animal, not the weapon) pendant on it. Steve has the matching one, and when he presents it to Eddie, his eyes are teary. It’s a little morbid, a little fucked, but so are they.

And, you know, there’s a lot of things that Steve isn’t familiar with. He’s had to adjust to death meaning resetting time, and the knowledge that there are people who care for him. He’s still learning, even after all these loops, and there are so many things Steve has yet to experience.

Being picked up by his waist and twirled around is one of those things. Normally, he’s the one doing the lifting, but as Eddie holds him close, warm against his chest, Steve thinks it’s something he could get used to.

At the end of the night, after the small graduation party to celebrate more than just leaving high school, Corroded Coffin plays a set in celebration. Steve doesn’t know any of the songs apart from Master of Puppets, but he’s cheering and bobbing his head along all the same.

That is, until Eddie says, “This one’s for a very special someone in the crowd!”

And a familiar riff is playing, messy and not as put together as the other songs, a rendition of a song that is very much not rock. But the crowd is shouting along with the singer, jumping up and down as one mass, and Steve loses what little of his voice he has left screaming the lyrics of Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight).

— — —

There’s a sticky note on the fridge that hurts a little to look at. Steve had told Eddie about shouting wants for the future into the void — the things they thought of first in their last moment. Eddie had listened, quiet, focussed, before scribbling down a list on a fluorescent pink piece of paper.

The next day, it had found its way onto the front of the fridge, stuck with a magnet of a cat, gifted to him by Robin.

graduate

get an apartment

get two cats

dnd campaign!!!!

tell wayne i love him

see robin happy

prove dad wrong

swim in pool

get a full nights rest

fall in love

The morning sunlight streams through the crack in the curtains, golden light and warmth pooling by the kitchen counter. Steve decides that it hurts a little less, feels like progress, when he gets to cross things off. Maybe he won’t ever get to put a line through some of them, will never be able to swim in his backyard again. Steve’s starting to realise that, maybe, that’s okay, too.

He reaches over the mess of dice and music sheets, grabs a blunt pencil from where it had been discarded in favour of sleep.

When Eddie rounds the corner, hair sticking up in such a way that deifies gravity, places a kiss to Steve’s lips, they cross out the bottom goal, together.

“How’re you feeling, Stevie?” Eddie asks.

“Happy.” He replies. And for the first time a while, Steve’s starting to believe it.

#steve harrinton #steve x eddie #steveddie #eddie x steve #steve harrington #steddie #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things 4 #ao3 #ao3fic #my fic #The One in Which a Time Loop is Fucking Exhausting #Steve Harrington's Unwilling Time Loop Saga

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discoveriesoftheself · 1 year

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Miss Della

Summary: Louie and Della have a major argument, and Louie goes to his safe space.

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Word Count: 998

Also Available On AO3 !!!

There was a quiet thump as Louie lay back on the surface of the roof. The stars shone brightly above him, and he sighed.

This was exactly why he avoided Della in the first place. And not just talking to her, but talking about her.

He hadn't even meant to start anything this time.

"Just go to bed, okay? And clean up your mess first! No tricking your siblings into doing it."

"Yes, Miss Della." He rolled his eyes, missing Della's expression getting even angrier than before.

"What did you just call me?"

Everything blurred after that. He meant to listen, really, he did. But she just kept yelling and no one was defending him and he didn't even know what he did wrong.

The next thing he knew, he was on the roof.

He always ended up here. Staring at the moon. He used to stare at it for hours, wishing Della would just come home. Now, though he'd never admit it out loud, he sometimes wished she'd go back.

Those thoughts didn't make him feel any better. What kind of son can't call his mother 'mom'? Or wishes she weren't even there?

He had gone to the roof that night to count. Maybe the stars he could see from there. Maybe the streetlights no less than a mile away. But it seemed the entire world was against him tonight, as the clouds were dense, and it was clear he wouldn't be seeing more than three feet in front of him for the rest of the night.

So he just layed there, looking for something, anything, to keep him calm. Every now and then his breath would hitch, and his hands would tighten around the fabric of his hoodie so tightly it hurt because the only thing that mattered was he didn't start crying again.

He wasn't sure how much time had passed, but all too soon he felt someone step onto the roof behind him.

"This isn't our room."

"Go away Holli." Louie drawled, covering his face with his arms.

"Lou… Come on. Talk to me."

"Why? So you can go tell mom and be her favourite kid? News flash, it's neither of us."

As a moment passed without an answer, Louie moved his arms, peeking through his hands at Holli, who was staring at him with some emotion he couldn't place. (Seriously, how did people just read faces???)

Whatever it was disappeared as faer face hardened. "Here," Holli tossed something towards him, (his phone, he realised) and he caught it haphazardly, eyes widening as he saw the number ready to call on the screen.

"I don't-"

"It's fine, L. I'm not gonna tell Mom." Fae smiled tensely as fae lowered faerself onto the roof, laying down next to him. "I'm not gonna pretend I understand, but you're my little brother. I trust you."

Unable to come up with an answer to that, Louie simply sighed.

"She's super mad at me, isn't she?"

Holli laughed quietly, "Majorly. She stormed around the main hall for 10 minutes before Donald got her to go to bed.

"And Dewey?" He asked quietly, his breathing turning a bit shaky when he didn't get an answer right away.

"He's just… really confused. He's so happy to have her back that he'd do anything to make her happy," Fae started carefully, "But we're triplets, Louie. I promise we're always gonna choose you, even if it might take Dewey a second to remember that.

Ignoring the stinging behind his eyes, he moved closer to Holli, laying his head on faer shoulder.

"Promise?" He whispered.

"Promise," Holli said. "Always."

"M'kay."

The two sat there for a few minutes, until Louie was mostly calm and Holli squeezed his hand, standing next to him.

"I gotta go before Dewey comes looking for us. I'll keep our window unlocked, but if you need me to cover for you tomorrow just text me, okay?"

Louie nodded. "Thanks, Holli."

He watched as Holli ducked back into the window, shutting it mostly behind them. Taking one more deep breath, he stood up, picking up his phone, and dialed the number.

The phone rang twice, being picked up before he got a chance to get anxious that she might not be awake. The line stayed silent, clearly waiting for him to say something.

"Aunt Goldie?" He said, cringing at how his voice cracked.

"Sharpie? You don't sound too happy."

He laughed through the tears that somehow found their way back to his eyes. "Yeah, thanks for noticing."

"No problem, kid. Now what do you need?" He smiled at the sarcasm in her voice.

"I was just wondering if uh-" He paused, attempting to swallow the lump in his throat. "Are you in town right now?"

"Do you need me to be?" She questioned.

"Not if you're busy, it's fine."

"Never too busy for you, you know that. Tell me what's up."

"Can you…"

He paused, looking back at the window as if someone would come looking for him. Seeing it empty, his face hardened.

"Can you please come get me?"

For a moment he hears nothing but the shuffling of papers and the clink of what he assumes are either keys or knives. (The fact that it could reasonably be either never fails to make him laugh.) After a minute of that, he hears the click of a door closing, and then footsteps.

"I'll be there in 10 minutes, shut off the cameras and meet me at the front gate."

Feeling the tension leave his shoulders, he sighed. "Thank you"

"Anytime, Sharpie."

He lowered the phone, his finger hesitating over the 'End Call' button.

"Aunt Goldie?" He whispered, lifting the phone back to his ear.

"Yeah?"

"I uh… I love you."

He heard the crunching of the leaves stop on the other side of the phone, and then nothing for a minute.

"… Love you too kid. Now hurry up with those cameras."

He laughed again, easily this time. "I'm on it."

#Ducktales #Ducktales DOTS #DOTS Holiday Duck #DOTS Louie Duck #Della Duck #Goldie O'Gilt #DOTS Fics #DOTS AU

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reddapologist · 8 months

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Differences - Hope & Yolara

CNs:

(mentioned) discrimination and prejudice, death of a parent, religion

(very basic context: Yolara, stuck in an enormous dungeon crawl, made a wish to bring her long dead mother back which of course didn't go the way she expected. This is them talking things out during an evening watch.)

It took a while until the camp grew quiet enough for Yolara to bring herself to speak.

“Mum? Do you think we can talk like this?” Her voice was faint, she felt like the volume did not matter much as long as she could get the words out, and she did not want the others to hear too much. She had sensed her mother’s presence close to the front of her mind ever since Sam had restored it a few hours ago. From then on the two of them had both been conscious, sometimes it hadn’t been clear to Yolara whether she or Hope was the one telling their arm to swing the hammer. Sharing a body was still strange to both of them, that was part of what she wanted to talk about.

Hope did not reply directly, but there was an understanding that the words had been heard. So Yolara continued.

“This isn’t what I had in mind when I wished for you to come back, you know… It’s weird. And I try to tell you things when you’re in charge of the body, but I never know if you can hear me…”

“I can,” Hope’s voice cut off her daughter’s, “most of it, at least. But this is much clearer.”

“Alright.” Yolara straightened her back a little.”Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad you’re here. Anything to feel a little less alone down here.”

A shy smile spread over their face. “I was with you as often as I could ever since… well.”

“Since you died?” Yolara cut in, “Yeah, great job on that.”

“There were many people who needed my help, just as in life.” Hope said, her daughter’s words clearly having hit their mark. “I was there in your fights,and anytime you called for me, I listened. I’m sorry you couldn’t feel me there. And I couldn’t follow you down here, into Orcus’ domain.”

Yolara scoffed. “I’m glad you had the time to help out strangers while Gwen and I dealt with the hole you left.”

“I didn’t want to leave you, Yolla. I wish I hadn’t, and I am sorry, but what could I have done? I knew you two could pull through, and wallowing in guilt wouldn’t have helped anyone.”

“So every time you said you’d always have my back,” Yolara said, struggling to keep her voice down, “and that nothing could happen to us as long as you were there… What did you expect to happen once you weren’t?”

“I taught you to look after yourself, too.”

“You taught me that we are alone. That no matter how much good we do, people will still hate us and leave us for dead if they get the chance. That’s what those fuckers did to you, after all. There’s a brother I barely remember who punched some asshole for me when I was four and then disappeared. Even the people who’d praise your work in the community always talked about ‘you people’ and called you ‘one of the good ones.’ You were an exception to them, and I was a disappointment because I didn’t want to hide how much those things hurt.

And then you went out and got yourself killed, I didn’t even know how until you told the others here yesterday. Gwen still doesn’t. We couldn’t take care of the orphanage without you, stopped taking in new children, and the old ones all left or died within a year or so. So that was all the real friends I had, gone. The respect you had earned didn’t transfer to us for a lot of people. I couldn’t protect anyone in your stead, I was twelve! And from the people who did bother talking to us after that, all I ever heard was how great you were. I was always just your kid, an excuse for people to tell me what you did for them. Never my own person. That is why I left, to have people look at me and not see your absence.”

There was a long pause. Any thought of not waking the others had left Yolara’s mind while she was spilling her guts, and now, realising how loud she had gotten, she glanced over their camp hoping desperately that her companions slept deeper than her.

Hope, in turn, took her time to process what had been said. When finally, a question formed in her mind, she could not keep her daughter from hearing it.

“Why did you bring me back, then?”

Yolara laughed; the kind of tired, desperate laugh of someone longing for a simple answer they could give. “I missed you. I guess on some level I did feel your presence, and noticed that you couldn’t reach me down here. I lost my magic the first time I died here, that was a clue. I felt more alone than ever before. With every fight I felt more out of my depth. There was that voice in my head, sounding like all the people who wouldn’t shut up about your heroics, that told me you would handle this so much better. You’d be out of here by now, with Orcus dead. And the Efreeti bottle was right there, one time when we were resting it all became too much, so I let him out and asked if he could bring you back. I guess I wasn’t precise enough with my wish…”

For the first time since the conversation started, Hope took full control of the body, careful not to push Yolara out too harshly, so that she still felt everything firsthand. Fingers gently tapped their shoulders, as Hope pulled them into the closest thing to an embrace one body was capable of. “Oh, lille venn…” she whispered. “I felt like that too when I was your age. Alone. Overwhelmed. Those people exaggerate quite a bit. I can’t get through this place unaffected, I don’t think anyone can. Surely not alone.”

Yolara did not try to find words, just took in what little warmth Hope could give her. They stayed like this for a long while, and she felt reminded of something she could not place. A moment of solace similar to this one, far away, and faded.

Eventually Hope broke the silence again. “I know this, us sharing a body, isn’t exactly what you wanted. I wouldn’t have picked it either had it been up to me. Still, I’m glad I can talk to you again. Gods, I worry for you. I know what you’ve been through, and I wish I could have done more for you. Half the things you’ve done I don’t understand in the slightest. You take after Gwen more than you might think, books and alchemy and making plans were never my thing. I’m so proud of who you’ve become.”

“I barely know who that is.” Yolara whispered. “Too many people wanted me to be you. And now… I don’t know where you end and I begin.” Neither of them knew whose tear it was that ran down their face. Hope took a deep breath for the both of them. “We’ll figure it out together. Sharing, switching, all that. I can leave the reins to you for the most part, if you want. Should you need me to take them for a while, I’ll be there.”

“What if someone wants to talk to you specifically?”

“Then you decide if you want to let me do that. If the answer is no, that is completely fine.”

Yolara gently untangled their limbs, and laid down flat on the cold cavern floor. “That sounds good.” She said, “But I also want us to not have secrets if we’re stuck like this.”

Hope agreed, but knew the question that was coming, so much that Yolara rushed to get it out before she could change the subject.

“What exactly happened with you and Tiamat?”

“Yolla, there’s a reason I never talked about that.” Had Yolara not been able to feel Hope’s shame in her heart, her voice would have shown it just as well.

“You didn’t tell Gwen either, did you? We both heard so much about your deeds, but you never mentioned whatever that shit was?”

“I didn’t want to trouble fae. Or you.” The words were even quieter than before. “So many of the things Gwen went through even before we met were my fault. I worried fae couldn’t look at me the same if fae knew. And I didn’t want you to have to keep my secrets.”

They both kept silent for a moment, as Yolara tried to piece the crumbs together. Something to do with Tiamat that caused great trouble to Gwen… “Were you a cultist?”

“What?” Hope’s befuddlement made their shared head shake. “No, dear, no.” A heavy sigh passed their lips, and Yolara mentally took a step back, feeling the weight of the coming words. “A few years before you were born, I lived in a frontier town across the sea, working at the temple, and occasionally did a few jobs with the local adventurer’s guild. I was already following Bahamut when I got there, and tried to help in his name as best I could. On one of our trips, we discovered a cult making efforts to summon Tiamat back into the material plane. Three other fighters and I made it our mission to stop them. Eilgwyn, a fellow priestess and bard. Tyke, who drew power from a being of the lower planes. And Clust, a druid I never quite got to know. But the cultists were closer than we thought. We found out we could not prevent their ritual, but might be able to vanquish the Scaled Tyrant while she was still weak from her revival.

The night before we would head into battle, Bahamut spoke to me. He told me he had faith in me, said he was glad it was me fighting in his name. And he told me how the last revival of the Scaled Tyrant had happened. How chromatic and metallic dragons alike had fallen to her corruption. How even he, the purest of them all, had lost himself, and caused just as much destruction as his rival. So he asked me to…”

Hope paused, and Yolara felt a tear running down the face they now shared, as well as a lump in their throat. Then, for the first time since they had gotten this new, malleable body, it shifted to a form that was not Yolara or Hope, but that of and old human man, who, in a voice that told of aeons spent dreading this request, said:

“Do not let this come to pass again. Should she get the better of me this time, I trust you to strike me down. Promise me that, Hope Osahdottir.”

As the image of the old man faded, pale brown skin turning red, Yolara understood.

“You had to kill your own god.”

Hope nodded. “We were not fast enough. I did not see who dealt the final blow on Tiamat, because moments before that the Platinum Dragon’s scales turned dull grey, and as she died he flew into a rage even greater than hers. I honoured my promise, and I stopped him from hurting anyone. I lost most of my magic, as it had come from him. I couldn’t even save Clust from his injuries then. The same happened to every other priest of his, including Gwen. Until I died, not a day passed where I didn’t feel the weight of that battle.”

"Shit." was the only thing Yolara could say as a million pieces clicked into place in her mind. Sam's comments, Hope's anger at hearing the Tyrant's name; and before all this, her fixation on Bahamut's ideals, as well as the sombre tone whenever she talked about him, the fact that she settled down and stopped going on grand adventures so soon…

Once more, neither of them knew whose tears began to flow, though both had reason to claim them.

"I get it." Yolara said, "He left the same void as you."

#writing #original character #english #oc tober prompts #hope osahdottir #yolara aranore #gwen aranore #Rappan Athuk #d&d oc

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Hi there, can I request the boys seeing you got injured or being attacked, whichever is fine ^^

Hey anon! You didn’t specify how injured but I’ll just run with it hahaha :)

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Scenario: You got injured Part 1

Part 2 with Zhongli

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Characters: gn! reader x Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Childe

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Diluc

“Master Diluc, if I could just interrupt--” one of the caretakers in the winery walked up to his office and prepared for the assault of words that could be fired towards him, sure enough, Diluc interrupted. “What is it? I’m a little busy right now, make it quick,” he hadn’t turned his face to look at the grim expression weaving in and out through the caretaker. Hadn’t bothered to look up to check if there was anything amiss, but the caretaker continued quickly “It’s Y/N,” the caretaker had only paused for a moment but Diluc had already picked his head up at the mention of your name. It was here that he realises something must have gone wrong, the caretaker’s expression was not a pleasant one. He was up on his feet, eyes widening a fraction at the following words, “They came back to the mansion seconds ago and they’ve been injured past what Adelinde could fix so we called for a doctor—”

In Diluc’s hurry he had stumbled over his chair, it tripping behind him with a thud on the floor but he ignored it and fast runs towards your room. Dear Archons he should NOT have let you go on that commission by yourself. You could hold your own, yes, but things happened and he really should have thought that through first. He was berating himself for it as he swung the door open. “Y/N?!”

The urgency in his voice tells you that he perhaps had the wrong idea of what was happening, it was really just a gash on your leg, although it was bleeding profusely, the cut must have been deeper than you thought. The maid had already placed a tourniquet to stop and slow the bleeding. You tried not to show it in your face, not wanting to alarm your lover any further, but it. hurt. like. hell. “Diluc, I’m fine, it’s just a gash,”

The maid that was previously sitting on the chair next to your bed moves away, Diluc replacing her, his eyes didn’t tear away from the wound on your leg, his expression contorted to that of worry and nervousness, before finally turning to your face, reaching a hand out to cradle your cheek. “Stop lying. You’re pale, you’re sweating--” of course he sees through you, he knows the second you get upset, knows every crease on your forehead and every slight furrow of the brow. He had memorized every inch of his beautiful, beautiful treasure. “Your hands are trembling, you’ve lost too much blood, where’s the doctor?!” He grips your hand at the realization that you might actually be in a more dire situation than presented, and just on cue the doctor comes through the door, asking for some time alone with you to do his job.

Diluc paces outside the door, unable to stay in one place for long. He kept thinking about how frail you looked. How, if you were unlucky, it wouldn’t have just been your leg. He shook his head at the thought. He didn’t know how he was going to let you out of his sight from then on. He knew full well it would annoy you to have him following you around everywhere but.... How could he not after this?

The doctor emerged half an hour later and explained that you just needed a bit of rest and that, with a little healing magic, you didn’t need the stitches at all. “Don’t let them use that leg for a day and they should be fine, it’s nothing life-threatening but they did lose a lot of blood and is going to need time to recuperate. They’re asleep at the moment,”

Diluc takes note of everything and quietly slips into your room. They must have sedated you in the process and he sighs as he plops down on the chair that was still placed next to your bed. His eyes soften at the sight of you finally relaxed and less in pain, hand reaching out to brush off strands of stray hair that blocked his view of your face. “You’re the only one who can scare me this much,” he mutters under his breath, as if complaining and he swears that he sees a very small and light grin on your face, as if teasing him. He smiles a little, just happy that you’re stabilized and leans in to kiss your forehead, opting to stay by your side till you wake up.

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Kaeya

“What do you mean unconscious?”

“J-Just as we said, Captain. They were unconscious when we found them,” Kaeya sighs in slight exasperation. Normally he was a jolly camper but when the knight in front of him is unable to say how injured you are, Kaeya gets a little wordy. “I meant to say why were they unconscious? Were they hurt? Where are they now?”

Kaeya stands. He was in the middle of some Favonius paper work. “They were bleeding profusely from the head,” Kaeya stops as if lightning has struck him and stares pointedly at the knight. “These details should be said early on,” he thought that it had just been something less threatening. Perhaps you had somehow passed out, exhausted, on your bedroom floor. Or perhaps had just rolled from the bed and onto the floor. They said that they found you in the bedroom, and his blood froze when he realizes that someone went in there to attack you.

Kaeya doesn’t bother talking the other knight into giving better reports next time, he’d do that later. He could guess that you were probably taken into the Favonius infirmary. Sure enough, when he walks in there, face scrunched up into what could only be described as worry and anger mingling together, you were awake, head bandaged up and your eyes meet. His heart breaks at how you still smile at him despite the fact that he wasn’t there to protect you. He stands next to the infirmary bed and gingerly touches your cheek, peering into your eyes. “Y/N, what happened?” he asks, eyes scanning the bandages wrapped around you. “Who did this?” and there was that angry and cold undertone in his voice that you rarely heard, as if his cryo vision had taken over his whole being.

“I’m sorry, Kaeya, I-- I can’t quite remember,” You put a hand up to cover half of your eye, your head was still throbbing and in quick realization Kaeya eases up on you and gently pushes you on your back to rest. “It’s fine, sorry, I just--” he cuts his own speech off and takes a deep breath in. Focus on the good. He tells himself. “I’m glad you’re alright, take it easy, I’ll take care of things,” By that he means he might just slaughter whoever even had the guts to break into your house and attack you in the middle of the day. The break-in was reported by townspeople, and Kaeya was sure as hell he’d get every witness to describe that asshole’s face.

“You’re staying with me for the moment,” he decides quite quickly, and you had no qualms with that whatsoever. Hearing that you had no protest at all, he grins and leans down to capture your lips in a soft kiss, afraid to hurt you. “No complaints? Perhaps this was your grand scheme all along to come live with me,” You can’t help but chuckle at how quick he bounces back. “Maybe, honey. Maybe,”

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Albedo

“Ow--” the knife clatters to the floor, as blood starts to pool around your finger. Albedo spins around at the meek sound you make, ignoring the knife on the floor and strides over to you just as you’ve turned on the sink and started running water on the small cut on your finger.

“Let me see,” You turn to him, blinking. His face was blank. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking but he was staring straight at you. “Oh, don’t worry, it’s just a small cut,” but he doesn’t waver and glances at the water running over your finger. “Let me see,” he tries again, this time rather forceful. That got you to obey. Turning the faucet off and awkwardly offering your hand to him.

He receives it and cradles it in his as if it was porcelain, upturning your hand to look at the small cut on your pointer finger. It was tiny. Really nothing compared to wounds that a knight might sustain. Albedo sighs and looks up at you, “Don’t go anywhere,” before stalking off, coming back a few seconds later with a first aid kit. “...Al, it’s alright, it’s not a big deal,” Albedo would only let one person give him a nickname. You. No one else. Frankly he thought the nickname was weird but if it danced on your lips, he didn’t mind it at all.

“Y/N, you’re mistaken if you think I’m going to take this lightly,” he takes out some ointment and a small roll of bandage, starting with the ointment. “Everything and anything that hurts you is a significant thing,” his gaze darkens, as if glowering at that microscopic cut. “Miniscule or massive, it doesn’t make a difference to me,” he starts wrapping your finger, “if it taints your skin, I cannot help but feel--” he doesn’t know the right word, but you do, judging from how his hold on your wrist tightens.

A soft smile paints your features at how he was such a worry-wart. Sometimes he was so bad at navigating his own feelings but you could decipher them anyway, from his actions. You let him worry over you, and thank him once he’s done. He finishes his work by taking your hand, and pressing it to his lips, his eyes darting up to lock on yours. That made you blush every damn time. His green eyes were just so mesmerizing, and so was his heart.

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Childe

Dear mother of the Archons, perhaps whoever was responsible for your injuries had some type of death wish. Everyone should offer prayers for whoever had cut you up. Your arms and legs were littered with small scratches from trying to run away from the attackers, you thought going through the thick forest was a good idea. In essence, it had slowed the thieves down. They had managed to throw a fire bomb at you that severely burned your right hand, and the right side of your abdomen.

Perhaps it was thanks to adrenaline running through you that you had actually managed to make it to the gates of Liyue, just before the bridge, but you’d crumpled down right then and there. The Millelith guards didn’t recognize you, but the three Fatui agents walking on the bridge did. “Someone had better tell him,” The group of Fatuis scrambled nearer to you, one of them picking you up, but glancing at the other who had just spoken up. “I’m not doing that, you do it,” it was slightly comical, seeing them pass off the duty of who was supposed to report to Childe about it. “You know how he gets when it comes to them, I’m not doing--” then one of them finally gets their bearings together.

“Shut up, get them to the healer first,” The tallest one shoves the one carrying you, urging him to go fast and off he went. Now it was just two Fatui agents looking at each other. Two Fatui agents who decided that they would just face his wrath together. “Sir,” one of them starts as Childe turns around to look at them. He actually had no tasks today and was just about to go off to find you. “About Y/N...” Childe’s eyebrows shoot up, what in the world could these agents have to say about you? “We’ve sent them to the healers, they collapsed at the entrance of Liyue, it... doesn’t look good...”

All hell descends upon Childe’s demeanor and poise. His face darkens, his eyes burning holes through the two agents and his fists closed up on his side. His bow appears and hovers behind him, the only thing that shone through his dark person. “The two of you--” he starts, “are going to find out who did it. I’m expecting a report by nightfall,”

Childe himself shows up at the healers quarters, and was told of your condition. “Their hand is going to scar,” keeps reverberating in his head. Like the sound that he imagines the skulls of those who dared touch you crunching under his feet, over and over again. Childe actually winces when he sees you. Small bandages on your arms and legs from the scratches, your right hand wrapped up adequately and, he couldn’t see it now, but he was sure your abdomen was wrapped too.

You cracked an eye open, feeling another presence in the room. Childe immediately appears next to you, leaning over the bed and watching your expression. “...It hurts, doesn’t it?” he asks, tracing over your bandaged hand. You remained quiet for a moment before nodding your head slowly. Just remembering it caused a blinding pain in your mind’s eye. You’d been given drugs to ease the pain now, but there were still traces of it lingering on your skin. “How dare they,” both your eyes snapped open at Childe’s nearly contorted voice, shadowed and overpowered by rage.

You pick up your good hand and touch his arm with the tips of your fingers. You didn’t like it when he got like this. “Childe, it’s alright,” far from it, but it was the only reassurance you could offer. He catches your hand and brings it up to his face, pressing your hand to his cheek as if it was a lifeline. “It’s not. It’s not,” he repeats to himself, his anger also stemming from the fact that he wasn’t there to protect you. “They’ll regret even laying eyes on you,” You knew he wanted to go now, knew that he wanted to get to the bottom of it, but you yet again pull your hand away to grasp at his shirt, the fabric scrunching up under your hold. “...But stay with me for tonight? Please?”

That got him. He would never say no. His form relaxes and he leans in to kiss your lips, gentle yet with a hidden hunger in them. “Of course,” he simply says, as if his previous agenda forgotten.

But he would never forget. He would never forget for as long as he could see that scar.

Tomorrow, he would decimate each and every one of them.

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the great adventures of y/n tubbo tommy ranboo and george - trampolines and chaos

this is part 13 to the great adventures series

an: so it’s very clear y/ns love language is spending time with people and physical touch, all love mentioned is platonic

you and ranboo settled in rather quickly. However, there was good and bad news the bad news was you both had to isolate which meant when tubbo would go out with the others the pair of you couldn’t go the good news however, was that it would only be for a week and that you could both spend a lot of time together catching up and talking about anything that came to mind making the pair of you grow close. the pair of you would work on the scrapbook with tubbo, this was your favourite thing to do as ranboo would add his own twist to it and often came up with new ideas, you would both stream together for your twitch channel when tubbo was out and when he would come home you would all stream on ranboos channel. you often found yourself helping ranboo film videos for youtube or help him cook when tubbo was streaming. since you shared a room with ranboo every night you would sit on the couch pulling him close so you could play with his hair whilst a random film would play in the background, today was no different you sat on the couch and put bo Burnham's inside on whilst you waited for him to walk over with a blanket so he could sit in between your legs letting you play with his hair

“your hair got long boo…I’m going to try and plait some of it”

“I couldn’t get a hair cut and you know this”

you laughed quietly to yourself continuing to plait some of his hair he would occasionally sigh and pretend he didn’t like it but it was pretty obvious that he was beginning to relax under your touch, you continued plaiting his hair listening to him quietly sing along to the songs. it was moments like this you both loved and appreciated but would never tell anyone that it happened. it was your little secret.

after five days passed you and ranboo were free to go meet with others again meaning you could finally go out and film the trampoline vlog for tommys channel which you spent the last five days planning. safe to say you were excited, you hadn’t been to a trampoline park in a while. you woke ranboo up at 10 am you didn’t need to worry about tubbo as you heard him walking around talking to his phone it took a few minutes to realise he was doing a Twitter space. tubbo sent you a message earlier to let you know that there was a package for you near the door so once you got ready you went to grab it, inside was a couple of shirts, hoodies and hats from your sample merch you were honestly amazed. ranboo walked up to you grabbing one of the shirts and a hoodie.

“y/n these look great wow”

“I got a couple of each size, find the sizes you want and they’re yours”

a few minutes later ranboo walked back into the room wearing your merch

“mind if I wear it for the vlog”

“of course you can ill be showing it on stream later”

and with that you all made your way to the tubbo and began your journey to the trampoline park, it was a relatively quick trip the three of you spent the entire trip talking about stream and youtube ideas.

as soon as Tommy saw you all walk into the trampoline park he ran over tackling you all into a hug

“Hey guys, how have you been! we’re just waiting for George”

“speak of the devil he’s just arrived..ranboo I am not an armrest”

“sorry y/n it’s not my fault that you’re the perfect height to be one”

a few minutes later you all made your way to the trampolines. this is where the chaos began you all didn’t know where to begin, excitement took over and safety when out the window. you and ranboo challenged each other to see who could jump higher

“CATCH ME RANBOO”

“HUH Y/N”

you jumped from the trampoline you were on into ranboos arms (luckily as if he didn’t catch you, you would have fallen)

“thank you boo”

Tommy dragged you all the area where you had to try and hit the person opposite you off of the plank, you stood laughing as tubbo instantly hit Tommy making him fall

“boooo”

“I’d like to see you do better y/n”

“bet..tubbo get back on”

the pair of you put up a decent fight, Tommy ended up distracting tubbo which allowed you to win, you then went against George and won then ranboo decided to go against you

“…haha hey boo looking awfully tall today”

“you look awfully short today”

you then tried and failed to make him fall ranboo on the other hand was able to make you lose your balance however you weren’t going down on your own so you dragged him down with you. after that you stood in awe watching tubbo do tricks on the trampoline

“look at him go he’s like a gazelle”

“I'm sorry ranboo what gazelles have you been watching”

“you don’t know what I’ve seen y/n”

you laughed as Tommy went up next claiming that he could also do that…he couldn’t.

George noticed a box and attempted to jump over it followed by you who only just managed to jump over it as you got distracted on the run-up, up next was tubbo who jumped over it, Tommy tried to jump over it but ended up rolling over it you stood shaking your head as ranboo went next unsurprisingly he jumped over it easily then lied down on the box

“Hey how’s it going”

you and Tommy had the same idea

“we’re going to jump over you ranboo”

“oh no please don’t- OH GOD”

so you and Tommy failed to jump over him and crashed into him

“hey boo-“

“that didn’t go to plan”

“no, it didn’t”

you and Tommy got up and decided to lie down with him you noticed tubbo at the run-up getting ready to jump over the three of you, you all screamed as tubbo successfully jumped over thou all

“holy shit”

“oooohhhh”

“didn’t doubt you for a minute tubs”

you got up and went over to George who seemed to be having a lovely time on the trampolines, you heard screaming in the background and turned around to see ranboo chasing Tommy who decided that the safest option would be to run headfirst into the wall

“what the fuck is up with him”

you all stood on the inflatable safety hazard not knowing which way it was going to turn, this didn’t go well for any of you as everyone but ranboo (because he was filming) was instantly hit by the inflatable you ended up on the floor you looked up to see ranboo looking down at you

“don’t look at me like that boo”

“you really do amaze me”

“I put a rock in your pocket”

“no- what how”

you couldn’t contain your laughter as ranboo pulled out a rock which you did indeed place in his pocket sometime during the trip. you all decided to try again on the inflatable this time it went slightly better…for less than 30 seconds you got hit and dragged over to tubbo and George who had also been hit

“Hello boys”

a few minutes later you tubbo and ranboo tried again this time it went well for you, you managed to pay attention and ignore ranboo who was shouting that he will beat the machine. well, it went well till ranboo got hit as you found it hilarious which ended up being your downfall as you got distracted.

you all decided to have a totally safe game of dodgeball

“guys it’s like mcc”

you and ranboo looked at each other before yelling about how you both wouldn’t know, you decided to aim at tubbo who was focusing on Tommy which allowed you to hit him multiple times

“Y/N I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS”

you made your way over to him tackling him resulting in you both falling

“We are bee boy”

“I hate you”

“love you too”

after helping tubbo up and aiming at Tommy you heard ranboo yelling

“I just got hit in the balls by tubbo...OW AND Y/N THANKS A LOT”

“you’re welcome my beloved”

you sat with ranboo as the others continued to play dodgeball, he tapped your thigh to get your attention, you turned your head to see him holding part of his glasses

“your other pair is in my bag I’ll go get them”

“I’ll come with you”

after ranboo told the others the pair of you made your way to your bag

“thank you y/n…how did you know I’d break them”

“tubbo and I both carry a spare pair on us just in case. we went out to get them on our way to the airport”

the pair of you made your way to the others who were now stood waiting for you

“Woah what the fuck is this”

tubbo tapped your shoulder and whispered that someone is on their way to explain what it was, a few minutes later one of the workers came over and explained how it works and what to do, you all watched Tommy go up you tubbo and ranboo constantly made jokes about him the entire time, you continued to do this as tubbo went up

“can I clickbait this if you die”

“oooh can i”

ranboo went next you and tubbo both tried to hit him with the dodgeballs from earlier however you both missed you watched as ranboo slid down and looked at you

“sup”

“oh god I’m next”

you went next the entire time you made comments about not letting go

“what if I don’t let go”

“I will personally drag you down”

you looked down to see Tommy pretending to get ready to drag you down

“NO TOMMY”

and with that, you let go

“Hello boys that go fast doesn't it”

George went next and screamed the entire way down you and tubbo looked at each other questioning if you heard the same thing before looking back at George

“Are you okay”

one at a time you all jumped off of the mini wall onto the soft landing below, Tommy landed funny accidentally hurting himself

“Tommy I love you but you’re an idiot”

ranboo went next landing in the same pose as before

“sup”

“stylish..real stylish”

tubbo pushed you off before you even had the chance to jump

“TUBBO I SWEAR TO GOD”

“REVENGE FOR HITTING ME IN DODGEBALL”

the others sat down looking up at you and ranboo who was now stood on the wall looking down on them

“jump”

“okay”

“wait what”

ranboo grabbed your hand and jumped off onto the landing taking you down with him

“Why does this always happen to me why not George or Tommy”

Tommy ran off after asking you all if you all thought he could request a song as he returned you could hear mask beginning to play and Tommy trying to sing along whilst running over to you all. you all then spent a good while messing on the trampolines so Tommy had footage to use for a montage after that you all made your way to some chairs so you could have a minute to relax and have a drink. you sat next to tubbo trying not to laugh as you watched ranboo attempt to drink the water through his mask

“oh wait did you just-“

“now your mask is going to be wet”

tubbo and Tommy ended up running off to get more content for the vlog and George ended up walking off somewhere, ranboo looked at you before welcoming you with open arms, the two of you sat in each other’s embrace watching Tommy and tubbo run around the park.

“you doing okay boo”

“I’m alright a little hot”

“that’s expected I mean you’re literally wearing a hoodie and mask with glasses I’m surprised you can even see when you're on the trampolines”

“I can't”

the two of you sat talking for a few more minutes before going back to the trampolines running, jumping and falling over. 10 minutes later you sat with Tommy watching George definitely do something on the floor, you weren’t quite sure what he was trying to do

“wooo go, George”

“thank you y/n”

at this point, it was clear you were all getting tired you all went off to buy a slush before sitting back down in the chairs you were making your way to sit with tubbo however your dear friend ranboo pulled you down to sit with him

“oh hello”

“hi y/n”

“I have a slush”

“as do i “

before you could speak again you heard Tommy and George messing with a walkie talkie, you sat looking at the two of them not realising that ranboo also had one

“give us more trampolines”

“hi George”

as you didn’t expect this you jumped slightly making ranboo turn his head and laugh

“Jesus christ when did you get that”

“well tubbo gave me it I was going to tell you but I wanted to scare you y/n”

after cooling down you all went to the play area, you found a slide and ran to it ranboo not far behind

“y/n wait for me we can go down together”

“okay go behind me”

ranboo got on behind you and held onto your waist so you didn’t go down without him. Tommy noticed this and wanted to join the chain

“We can go down together”

“alright hop on”

“slide trio”

“tubbo…there’s four of us”

not wanting to be left behind, George decided to join the chain

“is everyone ready”

“no”

“don’t care”

and with that, the five of you made your way down the slide, after this Tommy dragged you all to the mini jump area where you all sat watching George have a great time

“I don’t care about the rules”

“you’re doing great”

you all ended the trip at the inflatable safety hazard again, you sat with ranboo who kept an arm around your waist whilst recording Tommy who was just constantly being hit and knocked over even though he wasn’t playing

“just get out just get out”

“get out get out”

“he’s dying”

“I'm using this for clickbait on stream”

later that night you decided not to stream as you decided that you’d rather spend the night scrapbooking and playing random board games with tubbo and ranboo

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dadbodosamu · 3 years

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only you || part iv

Stepdad Osamu x Fem!Reader, Miya Atsumu x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: pseudo-incest, threesome, double penetration in one hole, daddy kink, wombfucking, TWO pierced dicks, clit slapping, breeding kink, choking (m receiving), slight femdom, snowballing, facial (f receiving), cockwarming, exhibitionism, voyeurism, male masturbation, nipple play, dry humping, dacryphilia

5.8k words

part i || part ii || part iii || part iv || part v || part vi || extras || only you, too

“What the fuck is this?”

Osamu immediately shielded your body with his arms and hands as your mom stood in the doorway.

You stared up at her, frozen.

“M-mom,” you stuttered. She turned on her heel and stormed away.

You stumbled out of the bathtub, nearly falling over the edge as you wrapped a towel around your body.

“Mom! I can explain!” You exclaimed, following after her into the living room. She spun around, arms crossed and tears streaming down her face.

“Explain what? The fact that you’re sleeping with my husband or the fact that you’re both apparently falling in love?” She spat.

“I-It’s not like that,” you said. “Well, it is but, believe me, we didn’t want to hurt you.”

She let out a dry laugh. “Oh? Didn’t want to hurt me? Well, sleeping with my husband surely wouldn’t hurt. Of course not! How could I be so stupid to be hurt by this, this brutal betrayal of trust?!”

“M/n, you weren’t supposed to find out like this,” Osamu said, coming up behind you.

“You! You thought it was okay to sleep with my daughter?!” Your mom exclaimed, poking a finger against Osamu’s bare chest. “Your stepdaughter? You sick bastard!”

“It’s not like he raised me,” you said. “And anyway, you’re the one who married a man half your age!”

“Oh, you are not turning this around on me!” Your mom shouted. “You’re the slut that fucked her stepdad!”

“And you’re the whore that married a man six months after your husband of twenty years died!” You yelled. Osamu stepped between the two of you, pushing you both back.

“Both of ya calm down!” He exclaimed. He turned to your mom. “Ya, sit down on the couch. And ya-“ he turned to face you. “go get dressed.”

You huffed as you turned and walked down the hall to your room. You pulled on the first clothes you saw and went back to the living room.

“We both know it wasn’t working out anyway,” Osamu said, standing in front of your mom. “This was a marriage of convenience for both of us.”

“I would’ve been fine with anyone else, but you slept with my daughter, Osamu,” your mom said.

“For what it’s worth, I wish Osamu hadn’t been my stepdad,” you said, sitting on the opposite end of the couch.

“Is this your way of getting back at me for getting married so soon after your father died?” Your mom asked.

“No! I’d never use Osamu like that,” you said, glancing at Osamu. “I really like him. That’s it. I wish I didn’t, but I do. I’m sorry.”

Your mom sighed. “I have to leave for Tokyo. I only came back because I forgot my laptop. We’ll discuss this more when I get back. I can’t just sit here and pretend I’m okay with this.”

“Okay,” you said. You awkwardly stood up as your mom did. “I’m really sorry, Mom.”

“I know,” she said. She disappeared into the bedroom, grabbing her laptop.

“And we’ll discuss more when you get home,” Osamu said as your mom stood at the door.

She nodded. “You can move your things to the guest room.”

“Yeah,” Osamu said, nodding. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry, too.”

“I’m sure you are,” your mom said. She turned and left quickly.

You stood behind Osamu, both watching as she pulled away.

Osamu turned and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Well, she knows,” Osamu said, holding you closely.

“Wish she didn’t find out this way,” you mumbled, leaning your head against his chest.

“Hey,” he said, tilting your chin up so you were looking up at him. “It’s all going to work out, baby. Everything is going to be just fine.”

“Famous last words,” you said.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” Osamu asked. “She never talks to us again?”

You sighed. “She is my mom, Osamu. Even if we don’t always get along.”

“And you’re her daughter. She’ll forgive you,” Osamu said. “And if she doesn’t, I’ll be there for ya.”

“Thanks,” you said. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a short kiss.

“Now, what do you want to do all day?” Osamu asked.

“Honestly?” You asked. “Cry in my bed.”

“We’re not doing that,” Osamu said. “Wanna watch a movie?”

“Can I pick?” You asked. Osamu nodded. “We’re watching the new Demon Slayer movie.”

You sniffled and rubbed your eyes as the movie ended.

“Are ya crying? I thought ya’ve seen this?” Osamu asked, glancing down at you.

“How are you not crying?” You asked, wiping your eyes. “It’s sad! Rengoku’s my favourite!”

“It’s just a movie,” Osamu said, yawning.

“Yeah, well, it’s a sad movie,” you said. “You’re just heartless.”

“We barely knew Rengoku!” Osamu exclaimed as the credits rolled.

“I knew him!” You exclaimed. “He deserved more!”

“Baby, you’ve seen this movie before. Ya knew what was going to happen,” Osamu said.

You sniffled, “I always hope it happens differently. I hate Akaza!”

“Ya literally just said he could get it,” Osamu said.

“That was before he killed Rengoku, my love!” You exclaimed.

Osamu kissed your temple. “Yer lucky yer cute.”

“Cute enough to make lunch for?” You asked.

Osamu sighed and stood up. “What do ya want?”

“Surprise me?” You asked, stretching out on the couch.

Osamu nodded and wandered into the kitchen. You followed after him, mindlessly, sitting at the bar, watching as he gathered ingredients.

“Do you want any help?” You asked as he chopped up some vegetables.

“Can you start a pot of water to boil?” He asked. You nodded.

Osamu seasoned the water and let it boil before adding in the vegetables and noodles.

“Hope ya like Korean food,” Osamu said, adding a spoonful of Korean chili powder.

“You’re in luck,” you said, wrapping your arms around his waist as he stirred the ramen. You rested your head against his back as he hummed.

“Baby, grab some bowls, please?” He asked. You nodded, tiredly, and grabbed two bowls. You sat them at the table before grabbing some spoons and chopsticks.

Osamu quickly filled the two bowls and placed the extra back on the oven before joining you at the table.

“Thanks,” you said, slurping up some of the spicy broth.

“So,” Osamu said as you ate. “Let me take ya out tonight.”

“Like, on a date?” You asked, perking up.

He nodded. “Like, a real date. I know we don’t really have a traditional relationship, but I want to take ya out. Really wine and dine ya.”

You smiled. “I’d like that.”

“Say, around 7?” Osamu suggested.

“Sounds like a plan,” you said, smiling as you took a sip of your drink. Osamu smiled to himself.

“I really want to do this properly from here on out,” Osamu said.

“So no more fucking until the third date?” You teased.

“That’s not what I’m saying,” Osamu said. “But, like, I want to properly date ya. Not just sneak around and fuck, even though I like that.”

“Ooo, sounds like someone has feelings for me,” you teased, playfully knocking your foot against his.

“I definitely have feelings for ya,” he said, knocking his foot against yours.

“Good, because I have feelings for you,” you said, smiling.

You finished lunch quickly, chatting about nothing in particular.

“They beat us our first game,” Osamu said. “Everyone was shocked because they were nobodies from Miyagi and we were set to win that year.”

“That’s the power of having Hinata Shoyo, Kageyama Tobio, and Tsukishima Kei on your team,” you said. “Still though, I can’t believe they beat you.”

“It happens,” Osamu said, shrugging. He stacked your bowls and took them to the sink. “And it’s not like our team was weak. We had Tsumu, Suna Rintaro, and Aran Ojiro. And I could’ve gone pro if I hadn’t opened Onigiri Miya. I just like food more than volleyball.”

“I’m glad you didn’t go pro, otherwise who would make my favourite food?” You said, padding after Osamu. You wrapped your arms around his waist as he cleaned the dishes.

“Someone’s clingy today,” he said. You pressed a kiss against his spine.

“Just realised we only have a few days left together,” you mumbled against his skin. “And the whole mom finding out situation is stressing me out.”

“Hey, I like you being clingy,” Osamu said, twisting around in your arms. He wrapped his arms around you. “I want to spend the rest of my days in your arms.”

“Cheesy,” you said, looking down and smiling. He tilted your chin up and kissed you softly.

“You like it,” he said, peppering your face with kisses. You giggled as he kissed your nose.

“I know it’s only been a few days, Osamu, but I—“

“I love ya, too,” Osamu said, kissing your lips slowly.

“Let me at least say it first,” you grumbled. “I love you.”

“I love ya,” he said, kissing you again. He smiled into the kiss. “I love ya, I love ya, I love ya. I don’t even care that yer mom found out. I’m just glad I don’t have to hide it. I could shout it from the rooftops, I love ya so much.”

“We’re crazy,” you said. “It’s been less than a week.”

“That’s how love works,” Osamu said. “It’s weird and crazy and sometimes ya fall in love in three days, so let me hear ya say it again.”

“I love you,” you said. Osamu grinned widely.

“I love ya,” Osamu said, leaning down to kiss you again. His hips pressed against yours as he kissed down your neck.

“Samu,” you moaned rolling your hips against his hardening cock. “Need you.”

“Let me hear it one more time,” he mumbled, lifting you on to the counter. You moved your arms around his neck and wrapped your legs around his waist

“Samu, I love you,” you breathed, letting your head fall back as he nibbled and sucked on your skin. “I love you and I need you, please.”

“I know, baby, I know,” he said, pulling back. He pulled your shorts and underwear down in one quick motion before he was back on you, wrapping your legs back around him. “I love ya, too, princess.”

You whined as you ground your pussy against his clothed erection. He pushed down his shorts, letting his cock free. You moaned as he slapped you clit with the purpling tip.

“Such a good girl,” Osamu praised, pressing the head of his cock into your wet heat. “Daddy loves ya so much.”

“Love you, daddy,” you moaned, trying in vain to move your hips forward. Osamu’s iron grip on your hips kept you firmly in place.

“Gonna make ya scream it, baby,” Osamu said, pressing forward an inch. You moaned at the stretch.

“Want more,” you said, tangling your fingers in the back of Osamu’s hair and pulling him into a kiss. “Fuck me, please, Samu. Want your cock in me, need it in me.”

“Need it? How bad, baby?” Osamu asked, pushing in another inch. You rested your forehead against his as your mouth opened in a silent moan.

“Gonna cry,” you said, “if you don’t fuck me. Need you to fuck me full of your cum. Need your cum in me, breed me, please.”

“Aw, my little girl’s gonna cry if daddy doesn’t breed her tight lil cunt?” Osamu said. Your eyes burned with tears of frustration as he slowly pushed his cock in another inch.

“Daddy, I love you,” you said, softly. “I love you so much, wanna be tied to you forever. Please, want you to breed me.”

“Fuck,” Osamu hissed. He rutted his hips forward, the head of his cock kissing your cervix as he buried his cock in you. “Love ya, too, princess.”

You moaned and tightened your legs around him as he thrusted into you. His heavy balls slapped against your ass and his cock pushed past your cervix more and more with each strong thrust.

“Still so tight,” Osamu grunted as your head fell against his shoulder. “Squeezin’ me just how I like it.”

You buried your face in his shoulder to muffle your loud moans.

“Nuh-uh, baby,” Osamu said, pulling your head back by your hair. “Let me hear ya.”

You moaned loudly as he kissed your neck. Osamu bit his lip as your walls clenched around his cock.

“Don’t cum yet,” he mumbled. “Wanna cum with you.”

You nodded your head, biting back a moan as Osamu’s piercing continuously dragged against your sweet spot.

“What did I say?” Osamu asked. “I wanna hear ya, baby.”

“Sorry,” you moaned. You yelped in shock as he landed a quick slap against your clit.

“There we go, let me hear you, princess,” Osamu said. You let out a low moan as he rubbed your clit, soothingly. You whined as he slapped it again.

“Gonna- gonna cum!” You gasped as he landed three rapid slaps against your clit. “Samu, please!”

“Gonna fill ya up, baby,” Osamu grunted, hips stuttering as his cock twitched inside you. “Just one second.”

You bit your lip as your walls fluttered around him.

“C-can’t hold on much longer!” You whined. “Daddy!”

“Fuck, let me hear it again,” Osamu said.

“I love you, Osamu,” you moaned.

“Fuck,” he grunted as he spilled his seed in you. Your head fell back against the cabinets as you gushed around him, milking his cock with your spasming walls. “I love ya, too, Y/n.” You breathed heavily as your head fell against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to his warm body.

“Don’t pull out yet,” you mumbled, wrapping your legs tighter around him. “Don’t wanna lose your cum.”

Osamu groaned as his cock twitched. “Don’t say that, makes me wanna fill ya up again.”

You pulled him closer to you by your ankles, forcing his softening cock deeper into you.

“Come on, let’s move to the couch,” Osamu said, lifting you up without pulling out. He sat down, keeping you in his lap. You rearranged yourself carefully, resting your head on his shoulder and wrapping your arms around Osamu’s chest.

You dozed happily, full and satiated until someone knocked on the door.

“Who is it?” Osamu called.

“It’s Atsumu,” Atsumu called. You whined as Osamu lifted you off of his cock, which was hard once again.

“No, daddy,” you pouted. “Wanna stay full.”

“Baby, Tsumu wants to come in,” Osamu said. You twisted around until you were sitting in his lap, back flush against his front, and pulled a blanket over you as you guided his cock back in you before too much of his cum could leak out.

“Yer a naughty girl,” Osamu said, smirking at you. “Yer lucky it’s Tsumu. Come on in!”

The front door opened and closed quickly and Atsumu appeared in the living room.

“What’s up?” Atsumu asked, sitting in the recliner next to the couch.

You shifted slightly. Osamu pinched your thigh.

“Just watched the Demon Slayer movie,” Osamu said. “Ate some lunch.”

“That’s all? Because M/n changed her facebook relationship status to ‘it’s complicated’,” Atsumu said, leaning forward to show you two his phone screen.

“What?” You asked, grabbing his phone. Osamu hissed quietly as your body jostled. “I can’t believe she would do that! You know what, actually I can.”

“She caught us this morning,” Osamu said. Atsumu cringed as he grabbed his phone back.

“I guess in a precarious situation,” Atsumu said.

“We were in the bath,” you said. “Basically confessing our love.”

Atsumu hissed. “Damn, that’s almost worse than being caught fuckin’.”

“We were still naked so it was plenty awkward,” you said. Osamu gripped your hips to keep you from moving.

“What did she say?” Atsumu asked, leaning back as he propped the recliner’s footrest up.

“She called me a sick bastard,” Osamu said.

“And she called me a slut,” you said. “Then she said we’d talk about it when she got back.”

“Damn, what did ya say when she called ya a slut?” Atsumu asked.

“I called her a whore,” you said, smiling proudly. Osamu shifted your weight, causing his cock to press against that spongy spot inside you. You covered your moan with a cough.

“Badass,” Atsumu said. “She definitely deserves it. After all, it’s not like she hasn’t cheated on Samu before.”

You sat up abruptly. “What?”

“Oh, yeah, plenty of times,” Atsumu said.

“That’s why she doesn’t get along with Atsumu,” Osamu said, pulling you back against him. “He called her out on it.”

“And I turned her down,” Atsumu said. “I mean, of course I’m the hotter twin, but I would never sleep with any of Samu’s girls without his permission.” Atsumu winked at you.

“Yeah, well you can keep waitin’,” Osamu said, holding you tighter. You bit your lip as his cock was forced into you deeper.

“Well, why not? Yer cockwarmin’ right in front of me,” Atsumu said. He sat up and leaned forward and snatched your blanket away.

You yelped and instinctively reached forward as Osamu covered you up with his hands.

“Tsumu!” You squealed, as he pulled the blanket out of your reach. He smirked at you.

“Come on, let me watch,” Atsumu said. Osamu rolled his eyes.

“Watch what? She’s just cockwarming,” Osamu said.

“Fuck her,” Atsumu said, leaning back. His cock was straining against his jogging shorts. “Come on, I saw ya squirmin’.”

Osamu slowly moved his hands to your hips. He leaned forward, whispering in your ear. “Ya want to, baby? Wanna give Uncle Tsumu a show?”

You nodded. “Want Uncle Tsumu to watch me, daddy.” You spread your legs, showing off your full cunt to Atsumu.

Atsumu groaned as he sat up and palmed his cock in his shorts.

“Good girl,” Atsumu groaned. “Rub yer clit for me, doll.”

“Yer not givin’ orders, Tsumu,” Osamu said. He reached down and spread your folds apart, revealing your swollen clit. You moaned as Osamu rubbed small circles around the nub.

“Just watchin’,” you moaned, rolling your hips.

“Fuck, just wanna get off,” Atsumu whined, thrusting his hips up against his hand.

“He’s such a fuckin’ sub,” Osamu said, kissing under your ear. “Just tryin’ to pretend he isn’t. Won’t do anything without yer permission.”

“Really?” You asked.

“Tell him what to do,” Osamu said.

“Stop touching yourself,” you said. Atsumu whined as he moved his hand away from his cock. You smiled as his hips kept rolling upward, searching for friction.

“Watch me,” you moaned as he shut his eyes. You bounced up and down on Osamu’s cock, moaning at the way his piercing dragged against your walls.

“Please, please, wanna touch myself,” Atsumu begged, squirming as he watched you. You smirked.

“You’re always so cocky,” you moaned. “Can’t believe I have you begging. Beg for me, Tsumu.”

“Fuck, please, please,” Atsumu begged. “Please, doll, wanna cum for ya.”

You hummed. “Pull your cock out, Tsumu.” Tsumu quickly pushed his shorts down, letting his cock out. It bobbed heavily between his legs. It was slightly longer than Osamu’s, with a slight curve to the right instead of the left like Osamu’s, just a smidge thinner, with an ampallang going horizontally through the dark pink head, opposite Osamu’s piercing. You moaned at the sight, immediately wondering how it would feel, stretching you out with Osamu’s.

The dark pink head was nearly purple and leaking precum steadily. Atsumu wrapped his large hand around the base, and pumped once, thumbing his slit and running his thumb over his piercing.

“Fuck,” he hissed, gathering precum on his thumb. Your mouth watered, wanting to lick it clean.

“Wanna taste,” you whined. “Tsumu, give me.”

Atsumu leaned forward, offering you his precum covered thumb. You wrapped your plush lips around his thumb and sucked. You hollowed your cheeks and swirled your tongue around, licking the salty precum away. You pulled off with a soft pop.

“Who said ya could taste him?” Osamu asked, jerking you back by your hair. You moaned.

“‘m sorry, daddy,” you said. Osamu slapped your clit, making you jump in his lap.

“Remember who makes the rules, baby,” Osamu said. You moaned as he pulled your hips down roughly, forcing the head of his cock past your cervix. You looked down at where your stomach poked out with the stretch of his cock. “Look how deep she takes me, Tsumu. Fuck, she’s takin’ me so well.”

Atsumu pumped his cock in time with Osamu’s thrusts, moaning and whining as his balls tightened.

“Want him to cum on me,” you moaned, watching Atsumu as he got closer and closer to cumming. “Please, daddy.”

“Where, baby?” Osamu asked. “Want him to cover yer cute tits? Maybe yer lil face? Huh? Tell daddy what ya want.”

“My face, daddy,” you said. Atsumu moaned and wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock, holding back his orgasm.

“Ya heard her, Tsumu,” Osamu said. “Cum on my baby’s face.”

“Fuck, okay,” Atsumu scrambled up, standing in front of you. “Fuck, gonna look so cute covered in my cum, doll.”

“Cum on my face, please, Uncle Tsumu,” you moaned. He jerked his cock quickly as it twitched.

“Open yer mouth,” he said. You opened your mouth, tongue eagerly hanging out. He moaned as his balls tightened and cum spurted out, covering your tongue and splattering on your cheeks and chin.

“Samu, please,” Atsumu begged.

“Just this once,” Osamu said.

“Don’t swallow,” Atsumu said, leaning down. He kissed you messily, scooping his cum out of your mouth before pushing it back in, making it run down your chin. When he pulled back, a strand of saliva connected you two. You moaned as Osamu bounced you on his cock.

“Gonna cum,” you moaned as Osamu pinched your clit.

“Yer clenchin’ ‘round me so tight, baby. Is it just for Tsumu?” Osamu asked. “If I knew ya liked him so much I woulda suggested this sooner.”

“Daddy,” you whined. “Wanna cum for you and Uncle Tsumu.”

“Go ‘head, baby,” Osamu said, swiping his fingers over your clit furiously. You let out a high pitched moan as you squirted around Osamu’s cock, wetting his shorts as well as Atsumu’s.

“Fuck, doll,” Atsumu breathed as Osamu continued to pound into you. He kneeled in front of you.

“She’s my messy, lil girl,” Osamu said, smirking. “Isn’t that right?” You nodded, leaning back against Osamu tiredly.

“Want you to fill me up again, daddy,” you moaned, softly.

“Fill ‘er up, Samu,” Atsumu said, pushing your legs out wider. “Wanna see her dripping with yer cum.”

You moaned, feeling Osamu’s cock twitch inside you.

“Samu, please,” you moaned, walls tightening around his cock. “I love you so much, wanna be full of you.”

“Fuck, baby, I love ya, too,” Osamu grunted as he painted your walls white. Atsumu’s cock twitched as Osamu pulled out. Cum slowly leaked out of you, coating your thighs.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Atsumu said. He glanced up at Osamu questioningly.

“Ask her,” Osamu said.

“Let me fill ya up,” Atsumu said, looking up at you.

“Just this once,” Osamu said.

“I don’t know,” you said. You looked up at Osamu, trying to gauge his emotions.

“What do ya want, baby?” Osamu asked. You looked at Atsumu.

“Are you okay with it?” You asked, looking up at Osamu. “Really? You said just yesterday you didn’t want to share me with him.”

“It’s whatever ya want,” Osamu said. “‘S’long as ya remember who ya belong to.”

“I want you both,” you said. “Wanna be really full.”

“Fuck, we haven’t done that in a while,” Atsumu said.

“Want us to ruin yer lil cunt?” Osamu asked. “Stretch ya around both of our cocks?”

“Please,” you whimpered as Osamu teased your folds with his hardening cock.

“Let’s take her to bed so she can be comfortable,” Atsumu said. Osamu nodded as lifted you easily.

Osamu led Atsumu to your bedroom, where he tossed you on the bed. The twins loomed over you, staring down at your half dressed form.

“Let’s get rid of this,” Osamu said, tugging your shirt off. You instinctively crossed your arms to cover your breasts.

“Oh, no, doll, no hiding from us,” Atsumu said. “Let us see those pretty tits, please.”

You breathed deeply and dropped your arms to the side, releasing your breasts.

Atsumu looked at Osamu, who nodded. Atsumu climbed over you, palming your breasts heavily and pinching your nipples.

“So pretty, doll,” Atsumu breathed. “Let me have a lil taste, please.”

You nodded as he leaned down. He placed a kitten lick to your right nipple before sucking it in his mouth. He mouthed at the pebbles nipple messily, spit running down his chin and down the mount of your breast. You moaned softly, and tangled your hands in his blond hair, pulling him closer.

“Tsumu,” you moaned. Osamu crossed his arms, watching carefully for any hint you weren’t enjoying yourself.

Once your right nipple was puffy and sore, Atsumu pulled back before switching to the left.

He rolled his tongue against your sensitive flesh, gently grazing his teeth along it. You moaned as he pulled away with a pop.

“Say my name again,” Atsumu said, spit running down his chin.

“Tsumu,” you moaned, tugging his hair.

He glanced back at Osamu, once again questioning his next move.

“Ask her,” Osamu said.

“Wanna kiss ya,” Atsumu said. You looked at Osamu, who nodded.

“Okay,” you mumbled. Atsumu leaned up and kissed you deeply, messily. He kissed wildly, with teeth clicking together and tongue licking into your mouth, like he just couldn’t get enough fast enough.

“Want it,” Atsumu whined against your lips.

“Tell me what you want,” you said, breathlessly as you pulled back.

“Want you on top of me,” Atsumu said. You nodded. He flipped you over and you straddled his hips.

“He wants ya to spit in his mouth,” Osamu said, coming up behind you. His lips brushed the lobe of your ear. “He just doesn’t know how to ask.”

You looked down at Atsumu, and ran your hands over his chest.

“Can you ask?” You asked. “I wanna hear it from you, Atsumu.”

He whined, bucking his hips up, grinding his clothed cock against your bare pussy.

“Please, please,” he begged. ��Want ya to spit in my mouth.”

One of your hands circled his neck as you leaned down, while the other squeezed his cheeks, forcing his mouth open.

“Tongue out,” you said. Atsumu eagerly stuck his tongue out. You gathered saliva in your mouth and hovered over him. You let your spit fall out of your mouth. Adrenaline rushed in your veins at the sound of his moans under you. You could feel the vibrations under your hand on his throat. You squeezed lightly as he swallowed.

“Fuck,” you said as Atsumu moaned again. You squeezed a little harder.

“Wanna-wanna,” Atsumu stuttered. He grabbed your hand around his throat, holding you there. “Harder.”

You applied a bit more pressure and squirmed as Atsumu let out a choked moan. You ground your cunt against his shorts as you choked him.

“You like that?” You asked, letting out a moan as your clit dragged against the rough fabric of his shorts. Atsumu nodded. His face was flushed and his pupils blown as you ground against him.

“Fuck, gonna get off just from choking you,” you moaned.

“Please, please,” Atsumu breathed.

“Let up a lil,” Osamu whispered in your ear. “Then press down again.”

You loosened your hand, letting Atsumu suck in a quick breath before squeezing again.

You moaned in sync with Atsumu.

“Gonna cum,” you gasped as you practically rode Atsumu’s thighs. You gasped again as Atsumu rolled his hips up. “Fuck.”

You gushed around nothing, surely leaving a wet spot on Atsumu’s shorts.

Atsumu moaned as you released his throat.

“Now, aftercare,” Osamu whispered in your ear. “Comfort him.”

“Such a good boy for me,” you said. “Letting me use you to get off. You did such a good job.”

You leaned down and pressed a few soft kisses along his throat. “Looked so pretty under me.”

Atsumu whined as you peppered his face in kisses. You pecked his lips last and pulled back.

“Good boy,” Atsumu repeated. You nodded and ran your fingers through his hair.

“Yes you were,” you said, smiling down at him. “My good boy.”

“Yer good boy,” Atsumu echoed.

“Does my good boy wanna fill me up, now?” You asked, pushing his shirt up and over his head. “Stretch me out until I’m crying over your cock?”

“Please,” Atsumu breathed. “Wanna be in ya.”

You scrambled down Atsumu’s legs, tugging his shorts down. His cock bobbed heavily, leaking precum. You couldn’t help yourself, you placed a small lick along his slit, tasting the salty precum and moaning.

“Don’t,” Atsumu choked out. “Don’t wanna cum yet.”

You leaned up and crawled up his body, straddling his hips again.

“Just wanna make you feel good, Tsumu,” you said, grinding your wet cunt against his cock. He let out a broken moan. “Where do you want to cum?”

“In ya, in ya!” He exclaimed.

“Move up for me,” you said. “Lean against the headboard.”

Atsumu pushed himself up right, leaning against your headboard. You reached down and ran his cock through your folds, teasing your clit with the swollen head.

“Please, jus’ wanna be in ya,” Atsumu moaned. You sank down on his cock with a low moan. “Fuck, so tight.”

“Her pretty pussy’s always so tight,” Osamu said, crawling on the bed behind you. He kissed your shoulder softly. “Too bad we’re gonna ruin it.”

Osamu bent you over, pushing your chest flush against Atsumu’s.

“How’s this lil hole gonna fit us both, baby?” Osamu asked, placing a hand on the small of your back as he forced his forefinger in your already stretched out hole. Your jaw dropped in a silent moan and your head fell on Atsumu’s shoulder as Osamu stretched you out.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go slow,” Osamu said, slowly pumping his finger in and out of you. Thankfully, Osamu’s cum from earlier provided enough lubricant that his finger slid in easily.

“M-more,” you moaned after a few minutes. Osamu added another finger, slowly.

Atsumu held you tightly against his body, playing with your hair as a distraction so he wouldn’t cum just from being in your tight walls. You whimpered as Osamu added a third, thick finger.

“Does it hurt, princess?” Osamu asked, carefully scissoring his fingers. You nodded as tears pricked at your eyes.

“Hurts good,” you said.

“Yer almost ready, princess,” Osamu said, leaning down to kiss the base of your spine. “Just a lil more.”

“‘S’okay, doll,” Atsumu said, wiping a stray tear away. You nodded as Osamu added a fourth finger.

“Ya’ll be feelin’ good in a minute, baby,” Osamu said. You felt the head of his cock nudge your entrance. “Ready?”

You nodded and gripped Atsumu’s biceps tightly. Osamu slowly pushed in, stretching you out even more.

“Daddy,” you whimpered as Osamu and Atsumu moaned. Atsumu rubbed your back as Osamu gripped your hips. His thumbs moved in soothing circles on your skin as he bottomed out.

“Fuck,” Osamu hissed. “Squeezin’ me so tight, baby.”

“Full,” was all you could choke out.

“She’s so full, she can’t speak,” Atsumu said.

You could barely think. With each breath, your insides tightened. With each heartbeat, a piercing was pressing against that little spot inside you. You wanted so badly for someone to move, but at the same time, if anyone did, you’d break in half.

“Gonna pull out now,” Osamu said. You reached back and grabbed his forearm.

“No,” you said. “Wanna be full.”

You took a deep breath and glanced down. At the base of your stomach, you could almost trace where Atsumu’s cock was. You pushed down on the small bulge and moaned.

“Go ‘head,” you breathed, releasing Osamu’s arm. He slowly pulled out most of the way, leaving just the tip.

“Gonna ruin ya, princess,” Osamu whispered in your ear. You shivered and he rutted back into you.

“Samu!” You cried, falling against Atsumu’s chest.

“‘S’alright, doll?” Atsumu asked, moaning in your ear.

You nodded. Osamu grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you against his chest, his free arm wrapped around your waist.

“She’s alright, Tsumu, look at ‘er, fucked out already,” Osamu said. You moaned loudly as his cock pushed in and out of you.

“Samu,” you moaned, arching your back against him. He reached down and pressed two fingers against your clit. Your body spasmed with the added stimulation.

“Gonna cum!” You cried, walls fluttering around their cocks. Atsumu bit his lip, trying to stave off his own orgasm.

“Already, baby? I thought you could handle us?” Osamu said, hips pounding against yours. You could already feel the bruises forming.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as your orgasm squirted out of you. Osamu’s hips continued their brutal pace.

“Such a messy girl,” Osamu cooed, pinching your nipple. He rolled it between his fingers and cooed when you cried out.

“S-Samu,” Atsumu stuttered. “Gonna cum if you don’t slow down.”

“Come on, fill her up,” Osamu grunted, slapping your clit. More tears ran down your face. “She wants to be full, Tsumu. Tell him, baby.”

“Wa-wanna be full!” You moaned, rolling your hips back to meet Osamu’s thrusts. “Cum in me, Tsumu!”

Atsumu moaned out your name as he came hard. His twitching cock spurted out more cum every time you tightened around him.

“Want you to cum,” you moaned as Osamu continued to pound into your abused cunt.

“Just a lil more,” he grunted. Atsumu moaned from the overstimulation. His cock twitched, trying, in vain, to stay hard.

You clenched around them, desperately trying to make Osamu cum. He pinched your clit.

“Cum again for us, baby,” Osamu said, rubbing your clit. “Make a mess.”

You cried out as he slapped your clit.

“Samu’s mean!” You cried as he alternated between slapping and rubbing your clit. Your walls fluttered and you gushed around them just as Osamu came.

“Good job, baby,” Osamu praised. He slowly pulled out of you, leaving you to fall in a heap on Atsumu. Both of you breathed heavily as Osamu collapsed next to you.

He tugged you away from Atsumu.

“No,” you whined as both of their cum leaked out of you.

“Come here, princess,” Osamu breathed, pulling you on top of him. You fell limp on his chest. “Ya okay?”

You nodded, tiredly.

“Share her, I want cuddles, too!” Atsumu exclaimed. You shifted to lay in between them. Atsumu immediately wrapped an arm around your waist and buried his face in your neck. Osamu wrapped an arm around your waist, below Atsumu’s arm and nuzzled the other side of your neck, pressing soft kisses against your skin.

You turned and curled into Osamu’s side as you fell asleep.

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imagineyourworld · 3 years

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How the clones would ask you out (Genderneutral)

Includes Rex, Fives, Echo, Jesse, Kix, Cody and Wolffe

Warnings: None

Rex

Poor Rex would be so, so nervous

It took pep talks vom Anakin, Ahsoka and several of his brothers to get up the courage to actually ask you out (though not all of them were all that helpful)

Rex wouldn’t ask you out in public or at work, he’d go to your flat instead

His strong knock doesn’t betray his nerves, but the second you open the door he cannot remember what he was going to say for the life of him

Luckily he was trained as a soldier his entire life and it only takes him a few second to forget about his nerves and continue with his plan

“I was wondering if you’d like to go on a picnic with me tomorrow?”

A picnic, Ahsoka had convinced him, would be the perfect first date. The two of them had even decided on a nice place in one of Coruscant’s few parks together

(Plus Rex likes to bake and cook, it’s his way of dealing with the stress of war (and his brothers’ shenanigans))

“I’d love to.”

You have never seen such a big smile on Rex’s face

“Great. That’s great.”

You chatted for a few more minutes before Rex had to excuse himself. Just as you were closing the door you stuck your head out again. “Rex?” “Yes.” “Is this a date?” The small blush on his face was adorable. “I’d like it to be, if that’s fine with you.” You smiled. “It’s more than fine.”

Fives

If anyone has an actual pickup line it’s Fives, not in a creepy way though, he’s cute about it

The two of you have been flirting back and forth for a while now and Fives, after finally no longer denying his feelings, decides to ask you out

He walks up to you with every bit of confidence he can muster

“Hey handsome, what brings you here?”, you ask. Your usual greeting, but Fives doesn’t reply in the way he usually does (”Hey mesh’la, just coming to admire the view.”) “Since you make my heart sing I was wondering if you’d like to accompany to a concert tomorrow.”

You could tell that he wasn’t joking this time, but still decided to have your fun with him.

“So sorry, I already promised another handsome young man with a number as his name to spend the day with him.” As soon as the words left your mouth the smile fell from Fives’ face and instantly made you regret your words. “Oh, baby, no. I was only joking. I’d love to go out with you.” The smirk was back and brighter than ever. “It’s a date!”, he said a bit louder than he had to.

He’d kiss you on the cheek before saying goodbye.

(And maybe he even whispers suggestions for what you could do after the concert in your ear.)

Echo

Much like Rex, Echo is quite nervous

At first he was glad to have Fives on his side to give him advice, but he soon learned that not everything his brother suggested would go down well

He’d wait for you at work and offer to walk you home, because someone once told him that travelling in the same direction eases conversation

When you exit the building your eyes immediately fall on Echo, who is standing nearby with flowers in his hand. “What are you doing here?”, you ask with a smile on your face. “I... well... I saw these flowers in the market downton and they made me think of you.” He hands you the flowers, suddenly even more nervous now that he doesn’t have anything in his hands. “That’s so sweet”, you say as you lift the flowers to your nose. “I was just on my way home, would you like to join me and come in for a cup of caf?”

The two spend the rest of the day together. Walking home, drinking caf, cooking dinner. After a while Echo’s nervousness fades and only returns when he realises it’s time for him to return to the barracks.

“Actually I had another reason to come to see you today. I was wondering if you’d like to go out with me sometime. Like on a date. If you would like to go on a date with me.” You laugh and the sound Echo usually cherishes breaks his heart, which you soon realise. “Oh, Echo, honey, no! I mean yes, but I just thought that today was kinda like... a date... I’m sorry, I was just assuming, I should have actually asked you.” A smile mirroring yours appeared on his face. “So... How about a second date?”

Jesse

Jesse only realises that he needs to ask you out as soon as possible after a particularly tough mission. A lot of his brothers died, even more got hurt, and he spent a few days in the medbay as well.

The second he’s back on Coruscant he comms you asking where you are and no matter where you are or what you’re doing, he’s on his way to you as soon as you answer.

“Stars, Jesse, what’s gotten into you?”, you ask when you open the door to his rapid knocking. “I like you, I really like you and I don’t want to die without ever asking you out. So, (Y/N), will you go out with me?” At first you don’t know what to say. “Of course I’ll go out with you. But maybe you should sit down for a minute, you don’t seem like yourself.”

After just a few minutes and a cup of herbal tea the two of you were talking and joking like always. That is until you remember an appointment you had to hurry to make. “I’d hate to throw you out, but I really need to go.” “That’s fine”, Jesse says with a smile. “How about I pick you up tomorrow at seven for our date?” You nod your head smiling.

Kix

Kix asks you out more or less on accident. It’s been a long day, he’s tired, and all he wants is a relaxing evening with you.

“Hey, Kix, you wanna come to 79s with us?”, Fives, who just popped into the medbay, asks. Kix shook his head. “I really don’t. If it were up to me I’d spend the evening with some takeout and (Y/N).” “(Y/N)?”, Jesse follows up. “They help me relax like no one else and that’s what I need after stitching you idiots up all day”, Kix says, glancing at Fives and Hardcase at his last words. “Then how about we grab something to eat and spend the evening on my couch?”, you offer. Everyone turns to you, who had just entered the room. Echo bursts in a second later. “Sorry, I tried to stop her from coming in.”

Kix blushes like crazy, you weren’t supposed to hear that. He tells you as much.

You walk over to where he’s sitting, miraculously the others have disappeared, and place a hand on his shoulder. If it weren’t for the armour covering him you would have loved nothing more than giving him a soothing massage.

“You know what? I’m here because I wanted to ask you out, but I guess you just did that for me.” He chuckled. “Guess so. Let’s go, I cannot wait for our date.”

Cody

Cody would be so smooth when asking you out, mainly because he got advice from Obi-Wan, who flirts with everyone and could teach him a few good moves.

His tactic is pretending you already agreed, which is why he spent the afternoon transforming his room into a small movie theatre for the two of you, complete with snacks and drinks and a holoprojector.

He then makes his way over to your apartment to actually ask you out. And though he hadn’t been nervous all day, the second you open the door he’s at a loss for words.

“(Y/N), cyare, I was wondering... No, that’s not it... I’m here to ask you... No, wait... Would you like to...” Though you can’t help but find his out of character rambling cute, you want nothing more than to put poor Cody out of his misery. “Would you care for a glass of water?”, you ask, opening the door further to invite him in.

For some reason the cool water helps him sort out his thoughts and he can finally ask the question he’d prepared earlier. “Would you like to watch a movie with me tonight?”, he asks, his voice smooth and steady. For a fraction of a second there was something that might have been disappointment in your eyes, but then you nodded. “Sure. Why don’t we invite Waxer and Boil as well?” Cody had been quite sure that you’d agree, but the second part caught him off guard. Maybe he should have been more obvious with his intention. “Actually, I was hoping it’d be just the two of us.” You raised an eyebrow. “Wait a minute, Cody, did you just ask me on a date?” A shy smile made it’s way on his face, though to his credit he didn’t blush. “I did.” He had no idea how it was possible, but the smile on your face was even brighter than his own. “In that case, yes! I’d love to watch a movie with you.”

Wolffe

The main reason Wolffe was reluctant to ask you out was not nerves, but rather not wanting to admit his feelings, not wanting to admit a weakness. It was actually Plo Koon who, through ambiguous comments, convinced him to just do it.

He didn’t want it to be a big ceremony, he wasn’t the type for big gestures, but that night, as you were sitting at 79s with the Wolfpack and your eyes were glittering in the multicoloured lights and your perfume made its way to Wolffe’s nose, he just had to ask you out before it was too late, before anything happened to either of you or someone else asked you before he did.

And so, when most of the others were scattered across the bar, he asked you if you’d like to get some air with him. He may not be one for big gestures, but he’d be damned if he asked you out in a stuffy bar surrounded by his drunk brothers.

Outside, he realized was not the perfect environment either. There were still drunk clones around and instead of stuffy it was cold, cold enough to make you shiver in your thin clothes and Wolffe wished he had a jacket he could give you. “I’ll make this quick so you can go back inside. I-”, he stopped himself. You were suddenly a lot closer than just a few moments ago, he could feel your warm breath on his face and it made him lose all focus. “Yes, Wolffe?”, you questioned. He cleared his throat and continued. “I was hoping that you’d like to go on a date with me sometime.”

The atmosphere may not have been perfect, neither were his words, but your smile was and it made up for everything else. “I don’t know, Commander, what’s in it for me?”, you asked with a raised eyebrow. “I don’t know. Dinner, maybe flowers or chocolate”, he replied, trying his best to hide the sudden insecurity. You crossed your arms over your chest and sighed. Wolffe knew what was coming next, he knew you’d let him down and it would be awkward. He never should have asked you out. “You know, I had been hoping you’d say The pleasure of my company or something like that, but I suppose chocolate will do.” A smirk had made it’s way to your lips and a low chuckled escaped Wolffe’s. “Is that a yes, mesh’la?” “It is.”

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kimbappykidding · 1 year

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Other Parts: Part One and Part Three

After your initial hookups, you and Yeosang fell into an arrangement and started seeing each other pretty regularly, usually one or two times a week. His apartment was so beautiful you usually went to his but sometimes he'd come over to yours and now your members were familiar with him. You didn't really meet his members much but knew they were aware of what was going on based on how smiley they got whenever your groups bumped into one another...other groups however weren't so happy.

You were at an event for female girl groups when you noticed (G)I-DLE's Shuhua watching you. "Is it just me or does Shuhua know you and Yeosang are together?" Yunjin asked. You paused "Well we're not together, we're in an open relationship like they are. That's all". "Well I don't think they think it's as simple" Eunchae commented as Soojin made her way over to you. "Hey are you sleeping with Yeosang?" Soojin asked and Chaewon sat up taller, her leader instincts kicking in. "I don't see why that's any of your business" she replied coldly. You put a hand on her shoulder telling her it was okay "why?" you asked. "Because I just thought you should know yes also seeing Shuhua". You nodded "I know". "And you don't care?". "Well they're not dating or in an exclusive relationship, right?". "Well yeah" Soojin nodded and you nodded "so why would I? Nobodies getting hurt". "I wouldn't say that" Soojin said and you frowned "if Shuhua is upset I'm involved with Yeosang then I'm sorry for that but she needs to discuss it with him. Not me". Soojin sighed and walked away. "Well I think you handled that well. You didn't engage and kept it civil" Sakura complimented you. You nodded "there's no reason we have to hate each other just because we're hooking up with the same guy. I've never tried to keep Yeosang from other girls and I'm fine with the two of them hooking up. There's no problem unless we create one" and your members nodded. Yeosang found it a little funnier. "You actually told Shuhua to go talk to me?" he asked as you lay in bed together the next day. You nodded "yeah why shouldn't I?". "Well...weren't you worried she'd give me an ultimatum? You or her" he asked turning to face you. You smiled "no" and Yeosang grinned "you pain me Y/n". You chuckled "Yeosang were both adults having fun. I'm not playing games to keep you. You're not mine". Yeosang paused as you said that and he almost looked upset. You figured people probably fell for him quite easily and with good reason. However you didn’t attach easily and so you weren't one of them. Yeosang finally smiled "how very mature" and he kissed you.

However, Yeosang lay awake for a while that night after you'd fallen asleep. Your words had bothered him. He liked being the one that cared less in the relationship. It protected him and, as he saw it, gave him all the power but you seemed to care less than he did and he couldn't get how you could be so chill and unbothered. Didn't you like him? Well he knew you did. He could tell by the way you reacted to his touch but was that it? Did you just like him physically? He wasn't ashamed to admit he liked seeing guys and girls fall in love with him. He liked watching them slowly gather feelings for him and the security it gave him but now he knew what it felt like to be on the other side of it and he hated it. So he decided to investigate why you were so blasé about your relationship and something caught his eye. At the next award show he saw you chatting with BTS' Jungkook backstage and paused. Was that why? Were you in love with another guy? Was all of this to make someone else jealous? He hadn't realised you and Jungkook even knew each other but from how familiar you were acting you must be friends. Yeosang frowned watching the happy expression on your face and how charming Jungkook looked when he smiled at you. "Hey have you ever heard anything about Y/n and Jungkook?" he asked Wooyoung beside him. Wooyoung quickly located the two of you and shook his head "only that they're friends". "How?" Yeosang asked and Wooyoung smirked "I've no idea, why? Does it bother you? Getting attached huh?". "Of course not!" Yeosang said changing the subject but Wooyoung kept smiling at him. Later that evening Yeosang brought up Jungkook to you. You'd just gotten into his apartment and were both taking off your shoes and coats. "I didn't know you were friends, how did you meet?" Yeosang asked, hoping he sounded conversational. "We're from the same town" you said "we just became friends because of that". Yeosang nodded "have you and Jungkook ever...". You smiled "ever what?". "Been this kind of friend?" he asked. You laughed "no, why?". "I just saw you two together and you seemed into him". You smiled "did I?". Yeosang nodded "you were laughing a lot". You let out a breath "is someone jealous?". "No! Of course not!" Yeosang said quickly and your eyes widened at his strong reaction so he reigned it in. "I mean...would you like me to be?". You shrugged "jealously can be hot". Yeosang nodded "but you don't seem to get jealous ever". You shrugged "I'm good at hiding what I feel but yeah I'm not that possessive". Yeosang paused "so you don't care who else I'm seeing? Who also has a claim to me?". You shook your head "we're just casual right?". He shrugged "what if we weren't". "Well then I'd obviously feel differently...but you don't seem like a serious person". Yeosang nodded "you're right". "It's okay" you said patting his arm "because I've heard Jungkook is" and went to walk away but Yeosang tugged you back down. "What was that?" he asked and you smiled "you heard me". "I did and I say fuck Jungkook". You chuckled as Yeosang kissed you and clearly meant those words with how he was trying to help you forget him. “Well if you want me to” you said and Yeosang shook his head “bad choice of words, let me show you what I mean” and he carried you to the bedroom. Yeosang did have a room in the Ateez dorm near the studio and he stayed there pretty much whenever he wasn't with you meaning he hadn’t been there too much recently. So when he walked in the next day Yunho saw him and smiled "so he returns, tore yourself away from Y/n long enough to come home?" Yunho asked. Yeosang rolled his eyes "something like that". Yunho smiled "oh I almost forgot, Shuhua was calling for you, she seemed upset". "Yeah I can imagine that's because I called it off with her" Yeosang said. Yunho paused "you did? Why?". Yeosang shrugged "I hadn't seen her in weeks and it was beginning to feel like more of a chore than fun. So I ended it but she thinks I'll change my mind. So just ignore the calls". "She mentioned Y/n" Yunho said "did you end it for her?"." Yeosang shook his head "no". "Just you've been seeing Y/n a lot lately". Yeosang nodded "so? She's fun and I'm trying to work her out". "Work her out?" Yunho asked and Yeosang nodded "she's is really good at hiding her feelings so she never admits how she feels about me and plays it cool. It's a challenge and I'm enjoying it". Yunho nodded "so what happens when she lets the mask fall? Are you done?". Yeosang shrugged "I'm not sure". "And what if she's just got nothing to tell? What if she just isn't feeling anything for you?". Yeosang shot him a look "I have a pretty high success rate". "I know but your technique isn't going to work on everyone, there's a chance y/n just isn't falling for you". Yeosang smiled "not possible" and walked away.

Yeosang didn’t know where his members got this idea he was the vulnerable one in this relationship so he decided to bring you around to their house. They were having a BBQ and he thought if his members saw the way you melted for him they’d know for sure there was nothing to tease him about. Then you showed up looking amazing and Yeosang couldn’t get his mind off anything but getting through this as quickly as possible so he could escape upstairs with you. He had bigger things to worry about than what his members thought of his relationship with you and so when San started playing music he asked you to dance.

Yeosang didn’t dance often and figured this could be your undoing. He was right and a few songs later you couldn’t take your eyes off him. “Something caught your eye?” he asked whispering in your ear. You blushed and nodded “you of course, we’ve never danced together”. Yeosang smiled at how perfectly his plan worked “I was saving it for a special occasion, I’m guessing you enjoyed it?” he asked turning to look at you. You paused at how beautiful he looked and nodded “very much”. “Then maybe we should just stay here all night?” he teased and you shook your head “or we could go somewhere else”. Yeosang smirked “and do what? You know San’s been wanting to play Mario Kart all night, we could go do that”. You shot him a look “don’t make me say it”. “I want you to” he replied and you sighed “fine, I want you Yeosang now can we please go upstairs so you can stop looking at me like that and finally do something about it?”. Yeosang liked it when you got authoritative and told him what to do so he didn’t want to speak in case his voice gave that away. Instead he just nodded and took your hand leading you away from the party without another word.

Needless to say Yeosang’s plan failed spectacularly. When he came downstairs the next morning all his members just smirked. “Oh how the mighty have fallen!” Wooyoung called and Yeosang frowned “what?”. “I think he’s just saying you’re whipped” Hongjoong said helpfully and Yeosang frowned “what makes you say that?”. “How about how your jaw dropped when you saw what Y/n was wearing yesterday?” San asked. “Or how you danced with her when you never dance at parties” Mingi added “or how you even invited her to an event like this, you’ve never done that with a fling before” Yunho said and Yeosang sighed. “It’s okay” Hongjoong said laughing “there’s nothing wrong with liking someone. Plus we all see why you do, Y/n is great”. The guys all nodded and Yeosang shrugged “see that I will agree to but you all better remember she’s mine!” Yeosang said. He thought it sounded cool and strong but only later realised he’d announced to all his members he was attached and wanted you...he was fighting a losing battle.

You were surprised when you hear Yeosang had ended it with Shuhua. He told you so casually that it was over with her that you didn't know how to react. Your members were also confused. "Y/n is there any chance this is becoming more?" Chaewon asked. You shook your head "no I mean...we just hook up a few times a week. I think he and Shuahua must just have been on the outs". "And if it does mean more?" Kazuha asked "then what? Do you want to date Yeosang?". You paused "I...I honestly can't imagine what that would even be like. We've purposefully stayed away from that. We're not clinical but we don't go out on dates or talk about our feelings seriously. So I don't even know what it'd be like to date him or if Yeosang is even capable of that" you admitted. The members nodded "well we will support you either way of course". You smiled and thanked them. You figured whatever was happening with Yeosang would reveal itself and you were proven right the very next week...

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l4verq · 3 years

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crossed out | b.b

bucky barnes x reader

in which you’re one of the names on bucky’s list

warnings : angst, fluff?, mentions of choking

fic : one shot

a/n : u know i’m a sucker for therapy bucky lol

He should have skipped today’s session.

Cause he’s starting to regret coming when she brings it up.

“You gonna tell me about her?” Cecelia questions, casually flicking through a thick folder labelled James B.B.

But it was never casual.

Bucky knew she was observing his every move, his every tick. And he’d been pretty good at faking through every session until now.

“I thought you were helping me make amends.” He forges an unamused smile, which was second nature now.

“Yes and that’s why I asked you about her.” She looks up from the folder, the smallest smile tugging at her lips.

“It says here that you guys were complicated.” She continues, eyes skimming over a particular page.

Complicated was the last thing he’d use to describe it.

Cause it was the one thing that gave him some clarity, hope that he could be deserving of love again someday.

“We used to date. We broke up.” He gruffs, crossing his arms.

Maybe he should fake a mechanical failure in his arm, reschedule for another time.

“Do you still love her?”

He doesn’t answer but it’s written all over his face and Cecelia can read him like a book.

She turns over his list that she’d assigned him to make, eyes trailing down names until it reaches a hastily crossed out name at the end.

“Why don’t we pick this up next week? I hope you’ll be more comfortable to talk about it then.” She hands him back the small, black notebook.

He hesitantly takes it back, his feet already springing to get out of the room.

Was it just him or was the air running out in this tiny room.

“And, James?” She calls out.

He looks back, slightly winded.

“Remember, sometimes you need to just take a leap of faith, trust your heart.”

He nods solemnly, almost tripping over his legs trying to get to the door.

Hands fumbling over the handle, he’s greeted by a rush of cool air when he finally opens the goddamn door.

He stuffs the notebook in his pocket, taking big strides towards the exit.

It’s the same everyday.

Keep his head down, one sharp left, stop by the nearby cafe if he feels like it.

But today, he takes a right, taking out his flip phone he prefers to the touch screens these days.

Punching in the only number he knows, his stomach’s doing flips.

Don’t pick up, don’t pick up.

“So you do know how to call someone.” Sam picks up after a few rings.

He could almost hear the stupid smirk.

“How are you?” He cringes, the grip on his phone tightening.

It’s a small pause before Sam chuckles, “Y/N’s doing fine. In fact, she just got back from a mission in Prague yesterday.”

Of course, you’d still be going on missions, it was the only thing you knew.

“That’s not why I called.” He huffs, leaning against his car now.

It was an old, beat up Honda that he’d fixed up from the local junkyard.

“Really? Then enlighten me.”

It was Cecelia’s fault for bringing you up. If she hadn’t brought her up, he wouldn’t be here doing this.

“Where is she?” He closes his eyes, wanting the ground to just crack open and swallow him whole.

“Right where you left her.”

He mumbles a hasty goodbye cause he’s not sure he can trust himself to keep his composure any longer.

Getting into the car, he pulls out the notebook, going through the list.

He’d ticked off the list last month, even adding a few more names just to avoid the crossed out name at the end.

He jams the keys in, the car purring to life, before he can change his mind.

The door is taunting him.

He doesn’t know how but it is.

A quick exhale and he raises his hand to knock on it, half hoping you won’t open it.

But you do.

He always loved your eyes cause they held so much life to them.

Like for now, confusion morphing to recognition and rage in an instant.

You’re in bad shape, he can gather from the slight limp and bruises.

It feels like forever before you call his name in disbelief, what he’s longed to hear for so long.

He wishes you’d curse him out, hit him or tell him to go away cause that’s what he deserves.

But you don’t.

Instead, your pretty eyes brim with tears.

“Don’t.” He grits his teeth, unable to meet your eyes.

He always hated to see you cry.

“Then, why’d you leave?” Your voice breaks as months of bottled up heartache pour out.

He had to.

You were the only right thing he’d done in a long long time and he couldn’t mess it up.

“I needed to fix myself before I could trust myself around you.”

He grimaces as he remembers the life draining out of your face, while his hands were wrapped around your neck.

That very night he’d left, requested for therapy and could only hope it would work.

But it didn’t.

There was no fixing anything, he’d realised that waking up from nightmares far too many times.

“You could have picked up the phone.” Your voice barely above a whisper, stinging like a nasty burn.

He almost did, everytime.

But he hated himself too much to allow that.

“I’m sorry.” That’s all he can whisper, fighting the urge to take you in his arms.

“If you’d just let me in, realise that I do understand you.” You’re basically pleading at this point but you don’t care.

“I know you do. But you don’t have to. You deserve a better guy.” He says the same thing when he left like a broken radio.

“There is no better guy for me, Bucky. Why can’t you get that through your thick skull?” You limp over closer to him.

You know he’s focused only on your limp, eyes filled with concern as they rake over your wounds.

“Does it hurt?”

The same thing he always used to ask after a mission while tending to your injuries.

“Yea, here.” You pat the left side of your chest, biting down a smile.

He has to fight back one too, but it’s kinda hard.

You meet his eyes, a little too long cause you’ve missed gazing into them every morning.

Maybe this is the leap of faith Cecelia keeps droning on about, he thinks as he leans in, “We should take a look at that, then.”

You sniffle, “I’m still mad at you.”

He laughs, which involuntarily makes you 2% less mad.

“I missed you.” He whispers, his lips inches away from yours.

You don’t have to say it back cause he knows.

He leans in closer, ghosting over your lips, waiting for your approval.

You close the distance, lips crashing into his almost in desperation.

Which you regret almost immediately cause you taste blood.

A split lip and kissing, not so pretty.

He pulls away and you mewl, pulling him back.

“You’re only making your lips worse.” He chuckles, hands slipping into yours.

Instead, he kisses your forehead, trailing all the way to your lips where he pecks them gently.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers again, head leaning on yours.

“I forgave you a long time ago. I was just waiting for you to come back.” You sob, tears springing out again.

He pulls you into his chest, steady hands you’ve craved for so long.

Gently rocking you back and forth, he strokes your hair, fleeting kisses to calm you down.

You’re struggling to keep your legs stable as your eyes grow heavy but you ignore the blatant aches in your body cause you don’t want to leave his embrace.

And he somehow always seems to notice.

“You need to rest.”

You shake your head, holding onto him even tighter.

He knows he won’t win against your stubborn ass so he lifts you up carefully, legs swinging over his arms while you snake your hands around his neck for support.

“Stay.” You mumble as he takes you in the room you two used to share.

And he does.

Boy, was Cecelia in for a ride next session.

a/n : im cringing as i post this🧎🏻‍♀️🔫🏃🏻‍♀️jsneyswjausowkaw but supeerr excited for tfatws this friday :)) also i named bucky’s therapist for convenience lol im pretty sure she’s not named in the first ep? i could be wrong tho

#bucky barnes #tfatws #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky imagine #bucky #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #the winter soldier #mcu #marvel

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cute vets, pets, and boys

Pairing: Quackity x reader

Pronouns: Gender neutral

Description: Tiger needs to go to vets. Over there, his owner meets a cute veterinary assistant (yes, I mean you)

Notes: Doctor Anderson is the name of an actual doctor I shadowed I couldn’t think of anything else okay, leave me alone.

His knee bounced up and down impatiently. The place was unusually packed today.

Tiger sat in his basket, loafed and with his eyes closed. Quackity’s heart ached for the small cat, the poor animal had stopped his regular eating habits. When he filled his bowl, it was only half finished, which was abnormal, since Tiger was usually finished within 10 minutes, and then meowed for some more.

He glanced at the clock, sighing after calculating that he had been been waiting for almost a whole hour, until a vaguely familiar man walked into the room with a clipboard. He was a middle aged man, grey hair and and stubble. He wore giant glasses with black frames. It was only when Quackity’s eyes landed on the name tag pinned to the pocket of his white lab coat, did he realise this was their regular vet.

“Alex!” He called out, looking up from his clipboard and locking eyes with him

Tiger hadn’t been to vet in ages, and when he did, it was usually his mom who took him, so to see him so enthusiastic, or even remember his name, startled him quite a bit.

He stood up, clutching the handle of the cat basket and lifting it off the floor.

“Doctor Anderson?” He tried to play it off as if he wasn’t reading his badge to remember his name.

“How have you been?” The doctor asked him.

“I’ve been good, busy, but good,”

“How are you? How is your mom?”

Quackity tried to be polite, answering all the questions he had. But in reality, he didn’t care about catching up with his vet, especially after waiting an hour of waiting just to even be spoken to while his cat sat miserably in his basket. It had entirely ruined his mood. He just wanted to know what was wrong with his cat.

He was relieved when Doctor Anderson finally ushered him into the room.

The doctor walked in with another man, he looked young. This man was going to be the final patient you assist before finally finishing the veterinary experience course. You took a deep breath and approached them both.

The other guy looked you, not in a weird way, but just to curious to who you were. You offered him a kind smile, and when you started to think wasnt going to, he returned it. Doctor Anderson watched the interaction from across the room.

“This is [Y/N],” he introduced, putting a gentle hand behind your back. “They’ve been shadowing me for the last 2 months, today is their final day,”

Quackity nodded, glancing towards you again, but less soft. Your smile dropped. You started to assume he wasn’t in a good mood today, especially since he probably had a sick animal with you. So, you resorted to standing in the corner of the room, just to observe.

“So then, how can I help you?” The doctor asked him

“I don’t know,” You watched him as he distressedly pushed his hair away, alongside fiddling and adjusting his beanie anxiously. “Tiger just hasn’t been eating lately and it’s been worrying me,”

Doctor Anderson opened up the basket and took out a small tabby cat who you now knew was named ‘Tiger’. Your heart awed at the cat, you loved cats. I mean, you loved animals in general, which was the reason you wanted to help them.

You watched as he started to check the cat, feeling his fur and his body for any irregularities. His face was fully focused, eyebrows furrowing. You could tell the owner was nervous since he was rubbing the seam of his shirt aggressively between his finger and thumb.

“Has Tiger ever-“

The door suddenly swung open with a loud creak. All your heads snapped towards the entrance, another doctor stood there, her face a little sweaty and she was huffing, completely out of breath

“Doctor- we need you please, it’s urgent,” She stated.

The doctor looked at you, and then looked at the cat, and then looked back at you. You felt yourself freeze in fear. You knew what he was asking, and you frantically shook your head, pleading with your eyes that he didn’t leave you alone.

“You’ll be fine,” he whispered, before taking off and dashing out the room,‘following the tinder woman. He accidentally slammed the door a little hard that the noise startled Tiger. He let out a small and scared meow.

You pursed your lips, looking down sympathetically at the cat. You then looked at his owner, he was giving you a blank, expressionless stare, his brown eyes told you he was a mixture of tired, irritated but concerned. You wondered how long he’d been waiting.

Quackity was nervous around pretty people, he was far from confident. After the way you smiled at him, he felt himself heat up. He’d be lying he if he said he didn’t find you cute.

If you weren’t in such a formal environment, he’d be initiating some sort of casual conversation with you to start things going, if he even knew how to. But now, especially since he had a sick cat with him, wasn’t the ideal situation. Your voice interrupted his train of thoughts.

“So,” you gnawed at your lip nervously. “He’s lost his appetite?

Quackity nodded slowly.

You hummed, observing her on the table. He was a cute little cat, his eyes were glossy and wide. You felt a pain in your chest at the poor thing. You had never been left alone with a patient before, so you were anxious to say the least.

“Has this ever happened before?” You asked

He shook his head. “Uh- no. No it hasn’t.”

You stroked her, he immediately nuzzled into your palm. You and him both locked eyes at the adorable moment.

“He’s cute,” You stated.

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “He is.”

He picked up a mental note of your interaction with him. It was uncommon that Tiger relaxed at someone’s touch so easily, usually he would do that at-least within a week of knowing or playing with them. He was also quite aggressive, living up to his name.

“You don’t need to worry, you know, I’m sure he’s fine, the worst it could be is like- kidney disease or something,”

His eyes widened

“Not that it is!” You took back, wishing you could swallow your words back up again. “I didn’t mean it like that, I was just saying that he could-“

He raised an eyebrow at you, this time out of confusion of your rambling.

“I’ll stop talking now.” You muttered to yourself

You felt ridiculous, being so nervous. You couldn’t tell if it was from the pressure, or the fact he had a strong gaze on you.

“I’m going to check his teeth, if that’s okay?” You asked

Quackity stepped back abit from the table. “Yeah, yeah, of course, do whatever you need,”

You patted her head before positioning her so you could look at her mouth. You gently held her head and used your fingers carefully to pull her jaw open. It all looked pretty normal, until your eye fixated on one of her canines that were looking black at the root.

You sighed, observing it a little longer. You smiled, thankful that you found the problem. It was funny to you how this guy hadn’t even thought to check her mouth before-hand.

“Well, we’ve found the problem,” you said. Quackity stepped closer and watched to where you finger was pointing. “Just a bad tooth, it most likely hurts when he eats,”

You smiled at him reassuringly and he relaxed. His Tiger was going to be just fine

“So now what?” Quackity asked you, petting Tiger. He quietly purred

You ran your tongue at the seam of your lips. “I don’t know, I guess. I don’t think if it’s legally permissible for me to diagnose anything or 8 anything- I think,” you spoke awkwardly. “It’s better to just wait for the doctor to come back,”

He nodded again. The silence in the room was making it a little uncomfortable for the both of you, the only thing making it less... weird, was the cute little cat laying on the table.

“So, how long have you been shadowing him again?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, he was clearly just trying to make conversation with you to diffuse the awkwardness.

“For two months,” you answered. “Today is actually my last day.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, kind of disappointed actually, this experience has been quite nice. Now it’s back to textbooks and PowerPoint presentations, it’s like being stuck back in high school”

“I get that. Law school is just case after case and it can get boring sometimes,”

“Law school? Holy crap,” you said, before throwing a hand over your mouth, remembering he was still just a patient. “Sorry, excuse the language,”

He giggled nervously. “Don’t worry about about it,”

Conversation with him from then on was easy. It flowed quite smoothly, from talking about about school to other general things.

He liked the way you listened, Quackity knew that he waffled on about certain subjects a whole lot. But you seemed to actually be interested, your face lighting up every time. You found it sweet the way he talked so passionately about things, for a stranger, you were pretty intrigued.

You enjoyed his company for the next 30 minutes, still waiting for Doctor Anderson to come back after rushing out of the door. To be fair, It was nice to have conversation during the day that wasn’t with a fifty five year old man for once.

“But we have restaurants here like Chipotle, or Taco bell!” You exclaimed, now sitting beside him on one of the blue chairs.

“They’ve never been as good as the ones I’ve had in Mexico,” he told you.

“Well then I guess-“

Again. The noisy door swung open. Both your heads simultaneously turning towards it. The doctor walked back into the room, his hair was a little ruffled and messy. He came in as if he was looking for a certain something, and then his eyes landed on you.

“[Y/N]? What are you still doing here?” He questioned, looking at his watch. “It’s past four o’clock,”

You took out your phone from your back pocket. Damn, time really flew by and you didn’t even realise.

“We were just talking about Tiger, he’s got a bad tooth,” you said

The doctor smiled at you. “Good work, [Y/N]!” He said, pride overtaking his voice. “But it’s really time for you to go home. You can pack up your things now and relax! You’re finally finished!”

“Oh-,” you said, feeling the slightest bit disappointed as you looked at Quackity. “Thank you,”

You stood up and hesitantly slipped off the spare white lab coat, folding it up and placing it in on a nearby counter.

You looked at Quackity again, his eyes were almost saying ‘sorry’ for you having to leave.

Quackity watched you leave the room. His mood dropping straight away. He knew he wasn’t going to speak to you again after this.

The doctor started talking to him again, giving him advice for Tiger and how they would deal with the problem. However, the unfortunate problem was, his attention was focused on you. You know sometimes you talk to someone once and then for the rest of the year you constantly think about that interaction? Yeah, that’s how he was feeling. He had no idea why you had suddenly invaded all his thoughts.

Too bad you’d left without so much of a goodbye.

If only he built up the courage and asked for your number.

———

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