#the guy that accidentally burned his hand while he was passed out like how did that go down

[thekissofaphrodite]

SOMEONE REQUESTED THIS I CANT HELP TO MAKE IT!! IT'S SO SWEET!!

(I accidentally added the OG post on Queue and can't get it out, but thankfully, I took a picture of it)

Voiceless

Luke Castellan X Daughter of Apollo!Reader

Summary: The only thing that Luke Castellan loves in this world is his girlfriend and her angelic voice.

Warnings: Kissing, Cursing, Kinda toxic relationship??!

Author's Note: Hello guys! Another request for the day, I'm typing this on my phone since I forgot my laptop, Oh well, please forgive me for any grammatical mistakes and typos! My keyboard hates me 😍

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The Camp Fire singalong ended an hour ago, but that didn't stop You and Luke, He had his head on your lap, breathing in and out as you ran your hands through his soft curls. The bonfire had little to no embers, but it still kept you two warm.

"Can you sing for me?" Luke whispered, His Hazel eyes met your brown ones. Apollo's children were always the lead singers from singalongs, Especially you, You had an angelic voice and campers liked it, so did Luke.

Not caring that your throat was a little sore, You nodded and started singing.

Boys, workin' on empty

Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat?

I just think about my baby

I'm so full of love I could barely eat

There's nothing sweeter than my baby

I'd never want once from the cherry tree

'Cause my baby's sweet as can be

She give me toothaches just from kissin' me

Flashback

Luke sat in the mess hall, His palm gingerly nursing the side of his cheeks, He had a rough day, Apparently, a new armour that like commissioned from one of the children in the hephaestus cabin still wasn't ready, and he wasn't able to use it. But it was Capture the Flag day, so he used his old and cranky armour, which displeased him.

You noticed from afar, Your halfsiblings chatting loudly, So you had enough, Grabbing your tray, you walked towards Luke, sitting on an empty Hermes table (Since his halfsiblings left, It's better to leave than to mess with an angry luke), The Hermes boy barely touched his food, he was rather poking it.

"Hey" He was greeted with your soft, melodic voice from behind, His mood changed from annoyed to cheerful. His eyes softening as he watched you sit beside him.

"Hm, how's your day?" He hummed whilst brushing a strand of hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear.

"I should be the one asking you that—" Then, He felt something touch his lips, It was your fork, with a slice of blueberry pie, He tasted some of the cream, He tried to fight the urge to open his mouth since he didn't feel like eating.

"C'mon, it's bad if you don't eat, You don't wanna end up in the infirmary with one of my halfsiblings ranting about your presence." He looked at your eyes, there was a glint of hope that he'll actually take a bite.

He can't resist your eyes, Those eyes with much hope looking at him.

So he did, He opened his mouth and let the flavours sink In.

He did eat that night, with you feeding him like a baby.

—

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

Flashback

Luke was injured, You don't know how or why. He just appeared infront of the Apollo cabin, There was a deep gash in his forearm, One of the archers from your cabin accidentally shot him an arrow, You assumed that He and Chris were probably not paying attention while they walked pass by the archery area.

"I got you something." He breathed, waiting for your reaction.

But still, He managed to appear in front of you, despite your protests that he must be brought to the infirmary, He kept a brave face, holding a messily made bouquet of flowers.

"Oh Luke..." You threw yourself onto his arms, making him stumble a little, He chuckled.

"Now let's get you into the infirmary!"

—

Boys, when my baby found me

I was three days on a drunken sin

I woke with her walls around me

Nothin' in her room but an empty crib

And I was burnin' up a fever

I didn't care much how long I lived

But I swear I thought I dreamed her

She never asked me once about the wrong I did

Flashback

"Luke? Luke!" The dark-haired boy jolted awake, His eyes meeting the stormy skies whilst the raindrops hit his face.

"Hey baby," He groaned, His orange CHB shirt stained with mud, He slept on it after all. Then you remembered... The party in the Dionysus might have gotten a little wild...

"Luke, you smell like— Booze." You tried not to gagged at his scent, But he just brushed it off, Tumbling as he tried to got up.

"Let's get you inside, Some of my halfsiblings are away, so it's fine taking a fellow camper" You muttered while giving all your strength to carry him. You felt kinda embarrassed, Luke, Your boyfriend had carried you multiple times effortlessly, but now, you can't even take steps.

After what felt like an internity, you reached your bunk and flopped luke on it, His eyes sleepily drifting off again, but this time, your face was the one he's dreaming about.

—

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

Flashback

Luke was now in the infirmary, sitting lazily on a stool while your half siblings rushed to get medical supplies to heal him.

"Y'know, this is just a small scratch baby, you're making this a big deal." You turned your head to his direction so fast, you could've sworn you almost gave yourself a whiplash.

"Luke, Your forearm is literally dripping with blood, caused by an arrow. AN ARROW!" You bellowed, Everyone in the infirmary looked at you like a lunatic, some patients even muttering curses at you for interrupting their sleep.

"Still, I got you flowers, didn't I?" His grin made you melt, but the sight of his injury made you frown.

But you can't be mad at his handsome face.

"Yes yes, You did I love you for that, now Where's Ella? We need to give you an injection"

"INJECTION?"

—

My babe would never fret none

About what my hands and my body done

If the Lord don't forgive me

I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me

When I was kissing on my baby

And she put her love down soft and sweet

In the low lamplight I was free

Heaven and hell were words to me

Flashback

" I can't believe you'll do that!" You screamed, tears streaming down your face. Your red dress, once nicely ironed, was now crumpled. It wasn't even midnight, and you two were fighting again. Over a boy.

"Because that pathetic excuse of a bastard deserved it!" He Yelled, His voice booming inside your cabin.

"He's just having a normal conversation with me! you're the one who's deranged!" You cried, Luke couldn't stand the sight of you crying, so he kissed you, it wasn't a passionate one, it was a possessive one, with his strong arms gripping your wrists, pinning you into the wall.

you pulled away for a second, His lips still near yours.

"I hate you" You whispered, His lips touched yours again, smudging your lipstick.

"Show me how much you hate me"

You could've sworn you saw him smirk before kissing you roughly again.

—

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

Flashback

"I'm sorry baby, please let me in" Luke whispered as he peaked through the small crack on your door.

"You can't come and go as you please," you said, your voice cracking, You tried not to cry, You love him , but you can't just keep supporting him after all the things he'd done.

Now, he was carrying a duffle bag, full of stolen artefacts from the Gods. You were God fearing. That's when you realize it when your father, Apollo, had punished your mother, blinding her using his powerful Ray of sunlight.

"You'd do this for me, honey.." He whispered desperately, but you just shook your head.

"I'm sorry..."

"No no no! Y/n! Y/N!" He screamed as he watched you walk away.

—

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

Flashback

You sat in the edge of your bed, still sobbing silently, Your halfsiblings gave you pathetic and sorry looks, but none of their pity could make you the same.

The God you admired the most, Your own father had taken your voice as a punishment, or that's what oracle said. Apparently, you had offended him by your blasphemous acts using his sacred song. Now you were voiceless.

"Baby?" Luke's voice greeted you.

You looked up at him, Your eyes glistening with tear as you ran into his arms sobbing violently.

"Shh...I know sweetheart.." He rubbed his hands behind your back, Kissing your temple at the same time.

As the dark haired boy comforted you, He smirked secretly, You were so easy to manipulate, with your doe eyes and your sweet smile, As you slowly fell asleep in Luke's arms, A rose necklace sat inside his pocket, Ever so beautiful, with your own voice trapped inside it.

A/N: HEY, GUYS! So this is a request! I used the 'Work Song' by Hozier, Every lyrics has an indication of the reader and Luke's past, I kinda wanna give them a toxic relationship, so....🫢🫢 I do hope you liked this!!

I apologise once again for any grammatical errors since my keyboard hates me ❤️

#luke castellan x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #xy/n #charlie bushnell #percy jackson #luke castellan #lovers

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : Dad!Lee Felix x F!Reader TW : it's still pure angst ; Felix pining over reader ; biiig regret ; arguing ; Y/N has an idol boyfriend, but I'm gonna keep it a surprise, let me know in the comments how you feel ; Word Count : 4.7k Request : So many... It's here now! A/N : I kinda did a fast forward here because I feel like I do a lot of fics like this where the child(ren) are newborns and there's not much that I can do with all that. So, it's set about 2 and a half years after the first fic!

“You can finish editing tomorrow…” Your boyfriend said, coming up behind you as you sat in front of your laptop that felt like it was now burning holes through your eyes. “And the offer is still on the table, I can have one of the editors from the company take on the videos. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind.” He leaned over your chair, his chin resting on your shoulder as your head jerked forward, your lack of sleep catching up with you fast. 

“We’re not even supposed to be together, I don’t think the company would really be okay with editing the vlogs… I’m fine, I just need another cup of coffee.” You excused, making sure to save the current editing file just in case you passed out and accidentally clicked something. “Are the babies still sleeping?” You asked as you pushed yourself up from the chair, about to head to the bedroom door, but his hands grabbed your hips, holding you in place. 

“Yes they’re sleeping. And you don’t need another cup of coffee, you need to get to sleep too.” He gently led you to the bed, stifling his laughter as you staggered and tripped over your feet on the way over, only letting you go to pull the blankets back far enough for you to get under them. Once your head hit the pillow though your eyes were shut. “Goodnight, baby…” 

//

“Who the fuck is that?!” Felix groaned as he watched the video on the tv screen, hoping that if the image were bigger he’d be able to figure it out, but you seemed to perfectly blur the guy in every shot and you didn’t even show his face. “Clearly it’s her boyfriend or something… He’s holding the kids and he’s in every single fucking video!” 

He had only found out about your youtube channel and your twice a week vlog uploads because one of the guys had shown him, none of them had even known that you had been pregnant when the two of you broke up, but when they saw the babies, they immediately knew that they were Felixs kids. He became a regular viewer, and he had even created a fake account just to follow your channel so he’d be notified when you uploaded. 

It was the only way he was able to see his kids, he was too ashamed to try to reach out to you, and you had done so well with working while you were pregnant and saving up money that you didn’t even ask him for help. Now that your Youtube channel had taken off, you were making more money and you seemed happy and that destroyed him. 

“Dude… Why don’t you just call her up and ask her who it is? I mean, they’re your kids, you have the right to know who’s around them…” Hyunjin groaned, watching the video on the screen be rewound for the hundredth time so Felix could once again try to make out the mystery man just by his blurred back. “This is ridiculous… You’ve been watching her videos for a whole year… It’s giving stalker vibes.” 

“Shut up, everyone watches her videos. You’re not calling them stalkers.” Felix mumbled, leaning forward until he was almost halfway off the couch and slowing down the video before pushing play again. “What if he’s an idol… What if he’s like… One of us, and she can’t show him because it’s against company rules. I haven’t heard anyone talk about her though… I know a lot of people… Fuck!” 

“Yeah but people that watch aren’t acting like you.” Hyunjin retorted, rolling his eyes as Felix got on his knees in front of the tv now, his face practically against the screen. “For fucks sake, just fucking text her and ask. The worst she could do is tell you to fuck off… Which honestly wouldn’t be far fetched considering the way you were… But still.” Felix paused the video once more only to look at Hyunjin over his shoulder, his eyes narrowed at his hyung. “Don’t even… You’ve literally been watching your kids grow up through a screen. Just… fucking try to set something up so you can at least meet them. It’s kind of pathetic that you’re doing all this.” 

Felixs eyes rolled as he turned back towards the screen, now focused on his son and daughter, both of them being held by the blurred man in each of his arms, their smiling, freckled faces looking at the camera that was directed towards them. He had missed so much, but in some way, the videos made him feel like he was still there, he was still a part of their lives in some way, even from a distance. It’s all he had. “What am I supposed to do? Run back to her house and try to apologize? I said awful things, Hyunjin… I can’t take those things back. Let me at least have this.” 

Hyunjin sighed heavily, running his hands over his face before looking down at his phone. “It’s 2 in the morning, Felix. At least do this shit when you’ve had some sleep. Your eyes are barely even open.” And, knowing that Felix wouldn’t move unless someone else moved him, Hyunjin got up off the couch and yanked Felix up off the floor. “And think about what I said… It would be way better than doing this every single night.” 

//

“You’re bringing them in today, right?” Your boyfriend asked as you sat between both of the kids' highchairs, taking turns making train sounds as you fed them their morning oatmeal. You eyed him curiously. You had never brought the babies into the office, you never felt the need to, plus, nobody knew about them, nobody even knew that you and your boyfriend had been together for an entire year now. Everything was kept under wraps to protect him and the children. 

“And why would I do that?” You mused, your eyes still darting between the kids to make sure none of them were spitting up their breakfast. He simply shrugged, but you saw the glint in his eyes, he was up to something. “They’re not old enough to be trainees yet, and I don’t even know if I want them to live that kind of lifestyle. You see how hard it is.” You were being honest, but you also knew that that wasn’t what he was thinking of at all, and usually when you said something so off the wall ridiculous, he’d quickly correct you and tell you what he was really thinking, and that’s exactly what happened. 

“I don’t want them to be idols either. I want them to be happy and not have to hide from cameras all the time. I want them to be able to date… When they’re old enough, and not have to worry about scandals and rumors. I want them to be able to live their lives normally.” He agreed, pulling out the chair next to your daughter and lifting her bib to wipe her chin. “I want the guys to meet them, I want management to meet them. If they say anything, I don’t really care. I love you three, and I’m tired of things being so secretive. I want to be shown in your vlogs. I’m tired of everyone assuming I’m Felix because the kids look like him.” 

You snorted loudly, drawing the attention of the kids beside you who both tried to mimic the noise you had made. “I think that’s the craziest thing you’ve said all week.” You joked, but he was serious, and you could tell by the look he was giving you. “Babe, I love you, and I’d love to be able to show you in the videos… But do you know how much backlash you and the group would get? I can’t do that.” You explained, scraping the last bit of oatmeal out of their bowls and feeding it to them before cleaning them up and letting them out of their chairs to go play. 

“What are you talking about? Fans love watching us with kids, they live for it. We could get so much footage of not only me with the babies, but the other guys too. The fans will go crazy in a good way!” He tried to reason, and you knew he wasn’t exactly wrong. That’s why BabyClouds channel had so many views and so many subscribers. People really did love watching their biases in domestic situations like that. “Plus, I already told the managers that I was bringing in a couple people today that I wanted them to meet, and they cleared their schedule a bit to meet you guys.” 

You huffed loudly, running your hands over your face. “Do they know exactly who they’re meeting, or did you just say someone?” You asked, and he pursed his lips, averting his gaze. “You’re throwing me and the babies into the lions den… What the frick?” He chuckled lightly at your censored curse, he thought it was adorable. “It’s not funny. You said it yourself that you didn’t want them being followed by cameras, and if the world finds out that it’s you in my videos, they’ll never leave you, me, or the babies alone.” 

He reached across the table, grabbing your hands and giving them a light squeeze. “You’re thinking too hard about all this. Just go get ready, I’ll watch them while you do, and then I’ll help you get them ready so we can go up there. Everything is gonna be fine. I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t think it would be okay.” He brought your knuckles up to his lips, pressing kisses along each of them before lowering them back down to the table. 

“Felix is gonna find out…” You muttered, drumming your fingers on the table nervously. “I’m trying to protect your friendship. If he knew…” You trailed off. He didn’t care, he didn’t care about anything other than you and the kids. It was exactly what you wanted in a partner, and it was still shocking sometimes to see just how much he stepped up to fill that spot. “What if they get mad?” 

He shook his head, getting out of his chair to stand beside you, slipping his finger under your chin and tilting your head up to look at him. “They won’t… And even if they do, you and the kids are worth more than being a star. This…” He looked around the house, the floor littered with toys, stains on the carpet from spilled bottles, scribbled out drawings that hung on the fridge like the most priceless paintings… “This is what matters, this is what I want.” 

You blinked a few times, your vision blurring with unshed tears as you looked up at the man that you absolutely loved with your entire heart. “You’re amazing… you know that right? God, I love you.” He chuckled softly, leaning forward to press his lips to yours, his thumb gripping your chin lightly to keep you from pulling away too soon. 

By the time your lips disconnected, you were breathless and slightly dizzy, not even wanting to open your eyes, but his voice brought you back down from cloud nine. “Go get ready, baby. I’ll watch the kids while you do.” 

//

There was something big going on in the industry, so big in fact, that the heads of the companies themselves were said to have been talking about it. It was nothing solid though, at least, not that Felix or the rest of the guys have heard. In the grand scheme of things, when it comes to big news, groundbreaking information… the idols don’t hear much until it’s either about to come out, or when it’s already been released. 

This case was no different, other than the fact that the people who did know were much more tight lipped about whatever it was that they knew. That didn’t stop tiny bits of information from coming through the cracks, making their way into Felixs ears in passing. A company war, was all Felix had heard though, and sadly, those words gave him more questions than answers. 

At first, Felix thought it would be another Kingdom situation, but that didn’t make any sense to him after giving it a bit more thought. They hadn’t been told about something like that, and usually all the companies involved would be promoting it. None of that was going on, and whenever he caught wind of this apparent war between the companies, it seemed more serious than a tv show. 

“BigHit Ent. Yeonjun finally reveals secret life… And it is Adorable!” It hadn’t been top news, but it was close enough that Felix didn’t have to scroll too far down his home page to see the headline. The picture that went along with the story was just a promotional photo of Yeonjun, so Felix was intrigued, wondering what it was that his friend was upto that he finally “revealed”. Felix could only assume that it was another pet, probably something like a Guinea pig or something, so he clicked the link, letting out a yawn as it loaded in. 

The internet seemed to be going brutally slow, almost like it was done on purpose, but once the page had loaded in, Felix cursed himself for not taking time to mentally prepare for what it was that he saw. A screenshot image of the blurred out man from your vlogs had an arrow pointing directly to a selfie of Yeonjun, as if saying that he was the guy in your vlogs that Felix had been working so hard to identify. 

That was impossible though… He and Yeonjun were close friends, and he was sure that Yeonjun would tell him something like that if it were the case, not exactly that he was dating you and parenting his children… But he would have at least heard something along the lines of him being in a relationship and being a father type figure… Right? It must have been clickbait, it had to be clickbait. 

So he scrolled down, his heart already frozen in his chest before seeing anything. He didn’t know what he’d do if it wasn’t clickbait… Was there even anything that he could do? Taking a deep breath, he pushed play on the video that seemed to take forever to buffer. Of course, an ad came first, giving him time to breathe a bit more before the video actually started. It also gave him time to think more, panic more. Would it be an actual statement or just some video that looks like a fan edit? 

When the ad ended, it was a black screen, and then it faded into Yeonjun, sitting in the room that he and the other guys usually did live streams in. Was he going to actually admit it? Was he going to say it himself? The managers actually agreed to this? “I’m sure everyone has seen the statement issued from the company, but I just wanted to come on here and say it myself.” He said, and Felix tried to remember if he had ever seen a statement at any point from BigHit. He was sure he hadn’t read anything, he would have texted him or called him if he had. 

Yeonjun talked for a good bit, and Felix was barely even listening, still trying to rake his brain for any memory of a statement or any paparazzi pictures of you and Yeonjun together. There had been nothing. The two of you were either really good at hiding it, or the image at the top pointing to the blurred man in your vlogs was in fact clickbait and Yeonjun was with someone completely different. Felix would feel a lot better if that were the case. But then his eyes focused back on his screen when he saw movement just above the desk, as if someone was walking over. 

“I guess he wanted to introduce himself first…” Yeonjun chuckled as he lifted the freckled tot onto his lap, gently grabbing his wrist and making him wave at the camera. There was no denying it, and even if he were to still attempt to say that wasn’t his son, you soon came into view as well, holding your daughter who looked identical to the boy, a spitting image of Felix himself, but the longer he looked, the more your features came into focus. The twins were a beautiful mixture of the both of you… breathing, living proof that at one point in time, the two of you loved each other. 

You looked happy, and while that should make Felix happy, it did quite the opposite. How could Yeonjun, how could you do something like this to him? You knew that he and Yeonjun were close, you had been backstage for many shows and seen the interactions between the two of them. How was he supposed to continue being friends with the guy when he knew that Yeonjun was not only with you, but being a father to Felixs kids that he hadn’t even been able to meet. 

“I’m so happy that the company allowed me to introduce them and show you this part of my life. These three are the most amazing people, and I’m honored that Y/N allowed me into her life. Now that everyone knows, it’ll make it so much easier for Y/N to post her vlogs, and you all can see what the four of us get up to in our daily lives.” Yeonjun explained, and Felix couldn’t handle it anymore. He couldn’t continue listening to his so-called friend talk about how he loved living out the life that should be Felixs. 

He swiped off of the tab, his teeth gritted together as he stared at the ceiling. It felt like an attack, one so vicious that he couldn’t fully stomach the fact that it was coming from you. It was the breaking point though. He had gone long enough sitting back and trying to live vicariously through your vlogs, trying to put himself in the place of the blurred man in your videos. He was going to see you… But he had one thing to handle first. 

///

“Tell the guys that me and the babies said hi.” You said from the couch, your head turned to look over your shoulder at Yeonjun as he stood behind you, his eyes bright and his smile wide as he looked between you and the children that he had come to call his own. 

The two of you felt much more at ease now considering the fact that an entire week had gone by and nothing had happened, at least nothing that Yeonjun and yourself had truly been worried about. The fans were far more supportive than you both, and the company, thought they would be, and while there were a handful of weirdos that were now photoshopping their faces onto yours in your new vlogs, there were no actual threats. The biggest worry had been Felix though, and there’s been no word from him at all, so the two of you were just hoping that he either didn’t see it, or that it had been long enough since he had walked out that he realized it would be ridiculous for him to pretend to give a damn about what was going on now. 

“I always do, babe.” Yeonjun murmured, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips, the small peck gradually growing deeper and more passionate as his hands moved from gripping the back of the couch to cupping your face and keeping you close to him. “I’ll be home before dinner. Don’t miss me too much.” He winked at you, causing you to roll your eyes before he stepped around the couch to crouch down on the floor, pressing kisses to the top of the twins heads. “Be good for momma, I’ll bring you home candy if you are.” 

“Junie… No candy…” You whined, pushing yourself up off the couch to follow him to the door, grabbing his bag for practice and handing it to him with a pout. “They hate having their teeth brushed, and the more candy you give them, the higher their chances for cavities and I don’t want them to have to go through all that.” You explained, and Yeonjun sighed softly, leaning his forehead against yours, and through that you could feel him vibrating with silent laughter. 

“Fine… No candy…” He relented, his hands gripping your hips. “I’ll get ice cream on the way home and I’ll brush their teeth before bed.” He squeezed your hips, turning your protest into a quiet squeal and he took the opportunity to quickly back out the front door. 

As Yeonjun made his way down the hall to the practice room, he saw the other four guys standing awkwardly against the wall, their eyes trained on him as if they were expecting him, but there wasn’t a good feeling that came along with their looks, not at all. “What’s up?” Yeonjun asked, glancing around at all of them, their lips tightly drawn together as they all looked at the practice room door that was left cracked open, but not enough to see inside. “You’re not gonna tell me?” Yeonjun quizzed, and the guys all kept their mouths shut and their heads low as he finally walked by them with a shake of his head into the practice room. 

“You know, I’m not one to fight.” The voice that was so obviously familiar came from the far corner of the room and Yeonjun quickly turned in that direction to see Felix standing against the wall, his arms crossed but his eyes boring into Yeonjun like lasers. “And I don’t really want to fight now… I just want to know why. Why her? Why my family?” Yeonjun knew this conversation was coming, he knew that he’d have to have this talk with Felix at some point… He just didn’t think it would be happening now. 

“Felix…” Yeonjun whispered, trying to keep things calm, which was especially hard to do considering the daggers that Felix was giving him from across the room. “It’s not easy to explain… And I really don’t think either of us have the time for this kind of talk. Maybe we should wait a little bit to talk about this, when you’ve calmed down a bit.” 

Felixs eyes widened and he took a small step forward. “I’m calm… I’m super calm. And I’ve got all the time in the world right now to hear your explanation. So just humor me… Lie to me… Tell me something because I need to know why the hell you thought I’d be okay with this.” There was no security team around, there was no one but those two in the room right now. No one thought things would get violent, and Yeonjun was hoping for the same… But it seemed like Felix wasn’t going to let things go, not right now. 

“I never thought you’d be okay with it because honestly I didn’t think that you’d care.” Yeonjun spoke truthfully, running his hand through his hair. “I never intended on dating her out of respect for you… But when I heard about the way you left, the things that you said… I decided that I shouldn’t care about the emotions of someone who clearly never cared in the first place. I did what made me happy, and it makes her and the kids happy too.” 

“You don’t know my emotions… You don’t know how I felt… How I’m feeling now.” Felix stammered, and Yeonjun sighed loudly as he rolled his eyes. “You saw us at the shows, you saw how much I love her, you know I do. I was stressed from a tour when that happened, I was jet lagged and I was exhausted when she told me. I didn’t mean anything that I said that day, and I relive it constantly… So don’t tell me that I didn’t care… I don’t want to hear that shit.” Felixs voice gradually grew louder as he spoke, and Yeonjun was quickly realizing that this was a bad idea, that he should have gotten someone to come in here with him as soon as he saw that it was Felix standing in the room waiting for him. 

“You’ve been silent for two years. Don’t tell me that you regret saying those things now that you find out that someone else is in her life and fathering the children that you said you’d rather have had aborted.” Felix winced when his words were thrown back at him, but Yeonjun wouldn’t stop, not there. “You prioritized your career, and I’m not going to belittle you for that because that’s what most people in our position would do… But don’t come in here yelling at me and trying to pick a fight because I decided to prioritize the family that you kicked to the curb. I didn’t care about what could have happened when I came out about it because my family comes before this job.” 

Felixs head lowered, shame evident in his body language. “I’m sorry…” He muttered, his cheeks hollowed as he sucked them in, trying to hold in his sniffles. “You care a lot… And they deserve that… And I can see that you’re… happy… Being with them.” It was hard for him to say these things, to speak the truth that he didn’t even want to believe in himself. “I still want to meet them though… the kids… I want to see them… If that’s okay…” He couldn’t bring his voice above a whisper, and Yeonjun slowly walked over to Felix and wrapped an arm around his shoulder to try to comfort him, because even though the situation in itself was awkward… He still sympathized with his friend, he still wanted to be there for him. 

“And no one will stop you from seeing them. I know they’re yours, and Y/N knows that you have the right to see them as well. She just didn’t want to bother you while you were working, and she wasn’t going to take you to court. We talked about it a lot and we came to the conclusion that you’d either come around and ask to see them, or you’d just move on and pretend that it never happened. I’ll ask her which day is good and I’ll let you know, okay? She’s got a doctors appointment coming up though, so maybe next week would be better.” Yeonjun explained, trying to remember the schedule for this week off the top of his head, but Felix tilted his head to the side, concern filling his eyes as he looked up at Yeonjun, who simply laughed at his reaction. “She’s fine, don’t worry. I didn’t want to tell anyone… She didn’t want anyone to know yet… But we’re expecting…” 

“Expecting what?” Felix quizzed, backing out from under Yeonjuns arm, his eyes narrowed now and his eyebrows furrowing. “Is she sick or something?” He pressed, and Yeonjun was momentarily confused before shaking his head, the smile on his face sign enough that whatever was going on wasn’t awful, at least not in the morbid sense. 

“She’s pregnant…” Yeonjun stated, and he watched Felix go through many emotions in such a short amount of time, like rolling a dice, and instead of landing on the side where Felix would congratulate Yeonjun on the news, he was angry. “Felix!” Yeonjun called out the name when the boy stormed past him, throwing open the practice room door. 

“Screw this! You get my kids and a kid of your own! And you’re gonna stand here and act like you actually care about the way I’m feeling! You’ve taken everything away from me!” Felix shouted, and the guys in the hall all stood just outside the door to watch, their jaws slack and their eyes wide as they listened. 

“I didn’t take shit from you!” Yeonjun shouted back, throwing his hands in the air, in complete disbelief at the sudden turn. “You didn’t want this life, you turned your back on it, so don’t get pissed when someone else gladly steps in and lives it for you!” 

Felix scoffed, his hand balled into a fist against the door that he was holding open. “You’ll never have what we had… I’ll always be the father of her first children… And I’m back… And I’m not turning my back on it anymore. I’m ready to live that life… So you better be ready for me to be there all the time.” 

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Kinktober 21

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

Kinktober Masterlist

A/N: I love pervy Lo'ak. It's delicious to me for reasons that I will explore more with my therapist lol. I hope you guys enjoy! All characters are aged up.

Pairing: Lo'ak x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings: Pervy!Lo'ak, Masturbation (F and M)

It had been 3 days since Neteyam had gone away on the hunt with Jake, Lo’ak, and the rest of the hunting party. You knew it was going to be a long trip, but what you weren’t ready for was how needy his absence would make you. Even his scent was starting to fade from your skin. It’s torturous being without his touch for so long. He never leaves you so long by yourself. Your need burned deep in your belly like forest fire. Tonight, you’re once again searching for relief with your fingers which did little to satisfy you in any real way. Still, you try your best letting your mind fall into a haze of flashbacks. Neteyam’s hands and the way he would grope and massage at your body. Your chest, your thighs, hips, ass, everywhere. His warm breath against your skin while his tongue licked along the insides of your thighs. The way the tips of his fangs would tease over your hardened nipples.

A soft moan passes your lips and it finally feels like your body is remembering how to melt into ecstasy. You curl your fingers up to press against the spongey part of your walls and the sound it makes has your cheeks turning violet. Small waves of relief roll over you and your eyes roll a little letting yourself release a deep breath to open you up more for your fingers to hopefully reach deeper.

Unknowingly, when you shift your position on your mat, your foot accidentally hits the throat comm that Neteyam had given you for emergencies. The tiny device quietly hums to life under your weight.

On the other end, Neteyam and Lo’ak are out searching the ground for where Neteyam had dropped his throat comm and ear piece.

“Bro, are you sure it was over here? We’ve been looking for forever already. I’m ready to go to sleep.” Lo’ak says with an exasperated eye roll.

“Go back if you want, but I’m not leaving without it.” He responds still keeping his eyes trained on the ground and searching through the dense foliage.

Lo’ak huffs to himself almost ready to give up and let his brother continue his search on his own. He probably would have went back if it weren’t for the fact that he knew their dad would chew him out for leaving.

He takes a few steps further in the direction that they were heading and proceeds with pushing random leaves and bushes and things out of the way. Suddenly, his ears perk up with the sound of a low, almost imperceivable hum. He moves closer to where the sound is coming from. After digging through another bush or two, he finally locates the comm and ear piece. “Finally” he breathes to himself.

When he picks up the little devices, he can hear the low static sound that usually means someone is on the other end, but there’s no voice. That is until he hears a sound through the small ear piece.

“Ahn…Neteyam! Mmf!” followed by a wet, squelching noise.

His face flushes immediately recognizing your voice and realizing what you were doing. This may be the most confusing boner he’s ever had. In some ways, he regarded you as a best friend and someone he often got up to no good with. But at the same time, he could recognize that you were still a beautiful woman and the thought—the knowledge that you were just on the other side of this tiny speaker burying your fingers into your wet cunt and squirming around in pleasure had his mind going to obscene, disgusting places.

“Ffffuck, right there! Right there please!” your breathless pleas hit his ears and all the blood races directly to his cock. Fuck, what’s the right thing to do? Clearly, you didn’t mean to call and he should give the throat comm back to Neteyam, but…you just sound so pretty. I mean, it’s not that bad as long as no one else knows, right?

With a quick scan of his surroundings, Lo’ak quickly pulls his tewng to the side and starts to palm himself. His tip is already slick with precum which he uses his thumb to swipe and make the glide easier.

“Shit…” he growls lowly to himself. He can already feel that he’s not going to last long. Not with the sound of your drenched pussy ringing in his head.

“Oh Great Mother, please don’t stop!” you call out and he imagines that it’s him you’re begging to make you feel good. That he’s currently thrusting into your tight heat instead of his fist. Your ankles next to his ears, fingers gripping at the mat under you, a thin layer of sweat making your skin glisten, and the gorgeous flush of your face…it’s extremely enticing. He knows that he shouldn’t be thinking of such things about you, but something about that fact makes it even more thrilling. The high of getting off to the sound of you playing with yourself without anybody being privy to his actions is getting to him.

“Ahn~ oh, I’m gonna cum!”

“Fuck! Yes, baby, cum for me. Wanna feel you…” Lo’ak can’t help but mumble to himself feeling his own composure slip.

“Ah haah ah….AAH!” your moans are sinful and unrestrained while you come undone on your own fingers, slick running down your knuckles. Little did you know, at the same time, you had driven Lo’ak right over the edge and made him make a mess of his own hand.

While coming down from your high, clearly you must have moved your foot again because the device cuts off and it goes radio silent in Lo’ak’s hand. He tries to steady his breathing while also mentally coming to grips with his own perverted actions.

There’s little time for self-reflection now as he hears Neteyam getting closer. In his panic, he quickly tucks his dick back into his tewng which is a sticky, uncomfortable mess, but it’s all he has for now.

“Still nothing over here. Any luck?” Neteyam asks as he’s approaching.

Lo’ak quickly walks his way holding up the small communicator. “Be more careful with your stuff bro.” He drops it into Neteyam’s hand and keeps moving forward needing to put some space between them so he can go clean up.

Neteyam glances at his brother and his throat comm wondering what his deal was, but shrugs it off as Lo'ak just being cranky at the end of a long hunt. Doesn’t matter. All that matters to him is that they’ll be coming home tomorrow and he can finally see you again.

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[nogenderbee]

Hiiiii!!!! May I request MMJ Len, Niigo Kaito and Rui with a reader who hugs very hard, so she hugs them every chance she gets? Thanks!

Hello! Yes, of course! I actually think I had pretty good idea for it so I hope you'll like it just as much as I did! ^^

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ MMJ!Len, N25!Kaito, Rui with reader who hugs them often

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

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✧ MMJ!Len never pulled back from your hug, maybe he wasn't always ready for it but he always accepted it with a smile on his face

✧ the funny part is that you can sometimes catch him off guard and you'll see him gently jumping in place before he completely freezes

✧ you... better make it clear to him that it's you or he may stay there for a while...

✧ it takes some time for him to return the hug when you're hugging him from behind but he won't hesitate for a single second if you're hugging him from front

✧ soon enough, he begins to test it as simple greeting

✧ after some time, it seems like he learned from you and he sometimes greets you by wrapping his arm gently around your shoulders to surprise you as well!

"Well hello! How's your day so far, dear?"

✧ he hoenstly wouldn't mind hugging you for the whole time but unfortunately... you both have things to do during it so you eventually have to part away...

✧ you once overheard how he rambled to his sister about how sweet you are for trying to surprise him each time with your hugs

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✧ KAITO always acts as if your actions meant nothing to him, heck he even pushes you off him sometimes!

✧ but pushing away only applies to first few times you try to surprise him... eventually he'll get used to it

✧ speaking of few first times... be prepared that he might accidentally hit you when you try surprising him by back hug. It's just reflex he has...

✧ but when some time passes, he'll stand there not hugging back but not pushing you away either, it's half success technically?

✧ it'll take you some time but if you're patient or stubborn enough, you'll eventually get him to barely wrap one arm around your waist

✧ he literally acts as if you could burn him or something, as if he's a kindergarten boy scared to touch a girl even if you're a boy

"What do you think you're doing?! Just get away eventually! You can stay for now but not forever..."

✧ even when he starte to like your hugs, he'll never admit

✧ he finds new excuses every time, just to explain his little blush that appears every time you catch him off guard

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✧ you and Rui are actually very similar with that little trait of course because he also likes to surprise you with hugs!

✧ to add onto it, he's rather touch starved so you're probably always seen hugging

✧ his duties are not a problem to him, he'll just carry you around as he classically does his stuff as if there's nothing out of the ordinary

✧ everyone in his group definitely start to get used to you two always clinging to one another, even if they had hard time doing so

✧ he always accepts your hug and turns around in a second to return your back hug, as if he needed just a milisecond to recognize it's his beloved partner

"Well hello there, darling! Seems you couldn't keep your hands away from me for any longer. Isn't that right~?"

✧ in short, it's almost impossible to catch this guy off guard... ALMOST

✧ when he's really focused on something, it's your time to shine! And he literally jumps in place with small, high pitched "eek"

✧ watch out tho, he'll do the same to you and when he catches you off guard, he'll tease the heck out of you

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[artificial-transmutations]

The curse of the witches house

Ratko sighed. He really loved his job as a paramedic, but this was the third emergency call today, and he started to just feel tired. The first two calls were not so hard, though. One of them was nothing more than a car accident on the road nearby. And it didn't take long to find all wounded people at that one.

This time was different, though. It took him almost an hour to reach the location where the emergency happened. This wasn't because of traffic or distance, but rather due to the fact that it was in a remote and deserted building in a forest, which was not easy to find. "The witches house", people called it. No-one knew what they did there, but some said that something evil lurked behind those walls.

When he finally found the place, Ratko felt scared. It looked like a haunted house from the movies. It wasn't difficult to imagine that a witch was once living there. A broken window gave him access inside.

"Hello?" he shouted nervously. His voice sounded small in the dark empty room. But no answer came. "Is anyone here?!" he tried again. Great, he thought. Either it had been a prank call or the people needing help were unconscious - or worse. Maybe someone got hurt badly.

He entered the house and checked if anything seemed wrong. Nothing did until he came to the cellar. There, he smelled the strange smell of burned herbs. He saw a big table with several jars full of unknown ingredients. Curiosity got the better of him and he looked around some more in the room. Suddenly, he heard a noise from above, startling him badly. Instinctively backing off, Ratko accidentally knocked one of the old jars from the table, breaking it. Immediately, the smell of exotic herbs filled the air and Ratko briefly heard a ghostly echo, like the cackle of an old woman. Frightened, he shook his head and quickly left the cellar.

After searching the house, he concluded that it was probably a prank call. Frustrated, Ratko went home. It was early evening already and after eating dinner, went to watch some tv. Normally, Ratko would spend the evening reading or studying, but today, he didn't really feel like it. Searching for something that caught his attention, he finally settled on a socker game. Normally, Ratko didn't care for sports at all, but today it just felt right. He even went to get a can of beer from the fridge that was still left from his last birthday.

That wasn't even so bad, Ratko concluded, as he sat on his couch, sipping his beer and watching sports. The good part about socker, or sports in general, was that the players were usually pretty fit and good looking. Perhaps he should work out more himself, he mused, while he stuck his right hand into his pants almost automatically. He felt his cock chub up and began stroking it gently. Oh well, maybe tomorrow morning...

The next day was Saturday and Ratko woke up late in the morning on his couch, feeling lazy and relaxed. It took him a moment to recollect what happened yesterday, but the beer can on his floor and the cum stains in his uniform pants told him most of the story. After showering and cleaning up, he decided to go jogging instead of going to the library, which is what he usually did on Saturday mornings. He was surprised by himself about how fit he was. Running didn't really tire him much and his body was functioning like a well-oiled machine. But God was he horny. Every time he passed a somewhat attractive guy, he turned around and checked out their asses. Perhaps he should try to get laid again, it had been a while. The erection that grew in his running shorts was hard to hide. At first, he tried to stuff it down his leg, but it wouldn't stay there. So, he decided to just flaunt it and smiled at men looking at his bulge. At some point, somebody smiled back. He wasn't bad looking, so Ratko stopped and, after checking the other man out, addressed him unusually bluntly: "Hey man! Like what you see?" It wasn't like him to be so direct, but somehow, he found it difficult to formulate proper sentences today.

The stranger laughed and answered in kind: "Yes, I do."

"Good," Ratko replied confidently, "so let's take this somewhere private."

"Sure thing!" the young man said enthusiastically and grabbed Ratko's arm. They walked together through the park and when they reached a secluded corner where no one could hear them, Ratko pushed the stranger against a tree and kissed him passionately. It was only a few seconds before the two started making out hotly and groping each other.

"Oh fuck, yeah!" Ratko groaned loudly as his hands explored the stranger's body. He loved the smooth skin and soft muscles underneath his fingers. His dick was throbbing like crazy now and it was getting harder and harder to keep control over it. With some force and not much finesse, Ratko flipped the guy around and pulled down his pants, exposing the strangers ass.

"Fuck me! Fuck my tight little hole!" the stranger moaned and lifted his buttocks up.

"I'm gonna do it, baby!" Ratko growled and pressed his cock against the guys asshole.

"Oh yes!" the man cried out, "fuck me hard!"

"Yeah!" Ratko grunted and shoved his cock inside the man's ass. He felt the heat of the stranger's body and smelled its sweat. The man's ass squeezed his cock tightly as he thrust forward with powerful strokes.

"Ohh yesss!" the stranger screamed out as he felt his ass being fucked hard. He couldn't believe how good it felt. His whole body trembled, and he felt his balls tightening. He knew he would soon cum if Ratko kept fucking him like this. He wanted to warn him, but his voice failed him. Instead, he just gasped loudly as he felt an orgasm rushing towards him. And then it hit him, and he exploded deep inside the stranger's ass. He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes as waves of pleasure coursed through his body. At the same time, the stranger moaned and creamed the front of his own pants.

Both men were panting, and Ratko couldn't believe that he just fucked a random guy out in the open. Somehow, though, it made him feel proud.

"Want one?" The stranger offered Ratko a cigarette. He wanted to reply that he didn't smoke, but then again, why not start now, he reasoned and took the cigarette.

"Thanks," he said and lit up. He took a long drag and looked at the man who was still holding his pants up. "We can do this again sometimes", Ratko offered, while already walking away.

Although he just finished a run and pounded a strangers ass, Ratko was still feeling full of energy, so he decided to go to the gym to lift some weights.

It was a long workout and after it, Ratko was feeling horny again. On the way home, he bought some packs of smokes and a six pack of beer. He lit a cigarette already on the way home and another when he arrived on his couch and cracked open a beer.

Parts of Ratko felt disgusted. He was a far way from the intellectual he had been before, and could only watch helplessly, as with each passing hour today, his thoughts had slowed down and his body had grown bigger, and he could do nothing to stop this curse.

The next day, when Ratko woke up and after he jerked off in the morning, he looked at himself in the mirror, while smoking another cig. Yeah, he looked good, Ratko decided with a dumb chuckle. Time to work out and then find another guy to sink his jock meat into.

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[demonpiratehuntress]

hurt for long

OPLA!Zoro x Reader

Summary - Every time you go to a certain island, you're used by a guy you think genuinely likes you. This time you go with Zoro, and when that guy hurts you yet again, the green-haired swordsman is there to pick up the pieces.

Warning - cussing, violence (a little, but it's Zoro), he may be OOC a little but it fits the plot

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"Don't you think for a minute he's irreplaceable

I know he hurt you, but it won't hurt for long

Hurt for long

He thinks you're out of options

You're 'bout to prove him wrong

'Cause I'm right here making sure you don't hurt for long

Hurt for long"

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"What's so nice about this island?"

You looked at the dark-haired sharpshooter next to you as leaned against the railing of the ship, your gaze previously on the upcoming stretch of land. You let out a sigh, trying to calm your nerves which were clearly showing. But you felt too excited.

"I'm just excited to see someone."

"Oooooh," Usopp teased, "(Name)'s got a boyfriend."

The timing could not have been worse, because your closest crewmate - and secret crush, but that's a long story - was about to join you and Usopp. However, when those words met his ears, he changed his mind. He was not going to stand and listen to you gush about the nobody you liked, because it wasn't him.

You didn't notice, your cheeks reddening, "He's not my boyfriend! Just a...friend with benefits, of sorts."

Zoro's annoyance quickly grew, and he almost accidentally shoved a passing Sanji overboard while storming away from the deck. He didn't know why he felt so protective, so possessive, because it was clear you weren't into him (at least in his mind), but he couldn't help it. He'd tried so hard to stop these feelings, unsuccessfully. And now he had to deal with your affections lying elsewhere, with some stupid guy on some stupid island and-

"We're here!"

You were bounding off the ship as soon as it was moored, and already running into the village without waiting for anyone. Nami and Sanji - the only two who were aware of Zoro's feelings, much to his irritation - looked at him. He turned away, trying to appear unaffected, but none of them missed the way his fists clenched.

By the time the rest of the crew had caught up with you, however, Zoro's anger and frustration was immediately replaced with heartbreak and concern.

You were dejectedly walking back the way you came, hugging yourself with tears streaming down your face. Your quiet sniffles were not as quiet as you intended them to be, and upon hearing them Zoro's heart sunk.

"(Name), what happened?!" Nami was the first to reach you, grabbing your arms and pulling you aside.

"I don't want to talk about it," you replied quietly, a fresh round of tears slipping down your face. "Can we just go?"

"What did he do?"

All eyes turned to the green-haired swordsman, anger burning in his eyes. One hand was on his swords, as if he was preparing to slide one out and slice whoever hurt you into ribbons.

"How did you-" You looked up at him, but he cut you off.

"What. Did. He. Do?"

"Please don't do anything stupid," you pleaded, but told him anyway. Out of everyone on the crew, you were closest to Zoro. You couldn't stop yourself from telling him anything and everything, even if you tried.

"I'm going to kill him."

"No, Zoro!"

Before you could lunge at him to stop him, he was gone. You cursed yourself for mentioning which house it was, and the rest of you ran as fast as you could to chase down your aggressive crewmate.

But when Zoro was out for blood, he usually got it.

By the time you all reached the house, Zoro was standing over the guy with his boot pressed down hard on the coward's chest, with him whimpering and begging to be freed. One of Zoro's katanas was pointed directly at his nose, and he was going squint trying to keep his eyes on it. You were about to say something, when you heard the words spilling from the swordsman's mouth.

"You dumb fuck," he hissed, "Do you even realise what you have done? You had all of her attention, all of her affection, and you go and fuck it up? How could you settle for that whore upstairs when you had the prettiest woman already? Bastard."

Your heart fluttered at those words - some of them, anyway. He thought you were the prettiest? He yearned for your love and attention? You had been so busy trying to ignore your feelings for him and project them onto someone else, that you had never made room for the possibility he might like you back. Now you felt guilty, and started to cry all over again.

"Zoro," Nami warned. "Let's go."

He looked up to see you standing there with Nami, all the fire in his eyes extinguishing at the sight of you. His expression softened, and within seconds he had his sword sheathed and you in his arms. You tried to protest, saying you could walk, but his next words made you melt.

"I want to carry you."

A while later, you were back on the seas with your crew. A blanket had been slung across your shoulders, and you were sitting out on the deck with a hot drink in your hand - courtesy of Sanji who had been in no way threatened by Zoro to make it.

"Thank you," you finally spoke, turning to the silent swordsman beside you.

"What for?" He asked, his deep voice comforting you.

"For beating him up," you managed a small laugh.

He cracked a smile at that, turning to look at you, "Who says I did it for you? Maybe I just wanted an excuse to hit something."

"Uh huh, tough guy," you laughed, then leaned against him. "Did you mean all those things you said?"

"What things?" He hummed, trying to feign confusion.

You rolled your eyes, but smiled and let him be. You just sat there, leaning against him, and watched the ocean in silence. Until he decided to speak up.

"I did mean them."

You smiled, and looked up at him as he continued.

"I'm not...I'm not very good at showing how I feel, especially when it comes to something like this." He paused. "I don't know how to...navigate this, because I have never let myself think about anything other than training. Than becoming the world's greatest swordsman. Romance was the last thing I ever expected to find, but..." He gave you a rare, unguarded and genuinely happy smile, "I'm glad I found it with you."

His confession made your eyes widen, and you had to set the drink down from how shaky your hands got.

"And I know..." He took a deep breath, "I know you liked that guy, but-"

You giggled, and he stopped talking, his face turning red.

"Your naivety towards some things is adorable, you know that?" You stopped him before he could protest about being called adorable. "I only diverted my attention to him because I didn't think I would ever have a chance with you, the absolutely drop-dead gorgeous, quietly sweet, and extremely protective former pirate hunter."

Your words caused an unfamiliar feeling to overcome him. He felt heat rise to his cheeks, an effect only you had ever had on him. He couldn't describe how he felt hearing you say that, but it was definitely a good feeling and he was starting to enjoy the way you made him feel.

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you right against him. You hummed in satisfaction and curled into his side, head resting on his shoulder as his chin found the top of your head. You felt a soft, barely-there kiss being placed on top of your head, and smiled to yourself.

"Well I guess I should be thankful that idiot messed up," he spoke again, "He didn't deserve you anyway." He looked at you. "You deserve so much better than that, and I'm going to show you that."

You smiled, tilting your head up to meet his warm eyes, "I know."

He let himself smile again, satisfaction bubbling within him at the fact that he was the cause of your smile this time. He held you just a bit tighter, not wanting to let go, and wanting to keep you from further harm, emotional or physical. He wanted to shield you from all the hurtful things you might encounter, because he would be damned if he had to go through the pain of seeing your face so broken and upset again. He didn't ever want to see you cry again, not because of him, or anyone else.

"You know, that didn't hurt for long," you finally spoke up again after a few quiet minutes. "Thanks to you."

"Glad I can be of service."

You rolled your eyes, lightly smacking his chest at his remark. He laughed, the sound like audible honey, and leaned in to softly press his lips against yours.

"Get some rest. I'll be here for as long as you need me to."

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#zoro x reader #zoro x you #opla #one piece live action #opla zoro #opla x reader #roronoa zoro

[kurt-nightcrawler]

Baby Blonde

Paul x Reader

Summary: Paul is a sensitive guy

Warnings: tiny bit of angst, mentions of periods and related period things, implied smut but no actual smut

Word Count: 1.5k

Paul wasn’t one to cry. He was cool. He was sexy. And he spent too much time trying to be goofy or space out to cry. 

Or that’s at least what everyone thought. 

He was a good, sweet, and somewhat clingy boyfriend. Always wanting a hand on you– a hand in your back pocket or in your hand were the most common– getting you food whenever you wanted it and making sure you were never sad. He was a giant golden ball of sunshine, who killed people and was great with his tongue.

However, Paul was a sensitive little bitch. Deep, deep, deep down. How he got you more stuffed animals than Laddie or gave you posters when they came with his vinyls instead of plastering them all over the cave walls. Or when he got high and ate Marko’s butter statue in the fridge– he felt bad for months– and when he accidentally scratched David’s The Cure album with his claws. The guilt was mostly cause David chewed him out, but that was beside the point.

What could he say? Paul was a man with many layers. But sometimes those layers were so deep they did not mean to see the surface.

–

You were lying down on the old couch in the cave, trying to snuggle under one of the numerous blankets the boys had accumulated over the years. Groaning in discomfort, you turned to the other side, trying to ease your pain. 

Water bottles, snacks, and any kind of painkiller imaginable were scattered on the floor around you. 

Your period was three days early. Not like it was ever consistent, but it was still miserable. You were burning up, sore all over, covered in three new zits, and anytime you went to the bathroom it looked like a murder scene afterward. You hated it. And while your blood-sucking boyfriend loved it, he tried to sympathize best he could– to treat you like a little baby bird and not like a meal.

But sometimes, sometimes, his blood lust got the better of him. 

–

Paul strutted down into the cave, totally not paying attention to his surroundings, until he saw a big lump of blankets on the couch. 

“Baby?” he called out.

You grunted in response.

“You okay?” Paul asked, momentarily clueless as to what was going on with you. 

And then it hit him. 

Your period. 

His gaze got slightly hazy, and he immediately pounced onto the couch, wanting to pepper you in kisses, feed you chocolate, and eat you out until you passed out in a blissful slumber.

“Baby I want–”

“Grrrrr…” You shoved him off the couch and curled up into a tighter fetal position than you were already in. “Don’t touch me… not now…” You whined. You were hit with cramps soon as Paul entered the cave, and your pain meds were proving to be useless.

“Oh…” Paul’s cold dead heart was resuscitated momentarily by seeing you, only to be stomped on and shattered by your harsh rejection, bringing it back to death. 

“Okay… If you need anything I’ll be in my room…” 

Paul walked away into the depths of the cave slowly. Any pep in his step or excitement was sucked out of him. He just wanted to help! Make you feel better– maybe give you a massage, or help cool you down by holding you in his arms while he buried his face into your neck. 

Paul knew you were the one. He didn’t miss the daytime because he had you, the sun to his moon– bright and cheerful to compliment his bright and cheerful. Except where he was cold and dead, you were warm and alive. He loved showering with you, sniffing all your fancy soaps, and asking if he could take a bite. He tried to pull a romcom classic and cook for you, which almost burnt your kitchen down… But his big, sad, blue puppy dog eyes got the best of you. He could never thank you enough when you did daytime-esk errands for him, like buying him snacks from stores that closed before sundown or letting him do laundry at your place. Or standing your ground and helping him get some touchy valley girl off his back. 

But Paul was still Paul, and he had trouble with being told no by someone other than the boys. He also worried you would eventually get sick of him. Sick of his loud voice, and weed-ridden musk. Sick of how he was sometimes really forgetful, or too spaced out and lost focus easily. He was scared you wouldn’t find him sexy or funny and see he didn’t really have much else going for himself. He had been working on it, trying to be more confident deep down and not cry like a baby when you didn’t want to hang out 24/7, but sometimes it slipped his mind that humans needed personal space and alone time. 

You mumbled a groan as you slightly shifted under the covers, attempting to fall asleep. 

 —

You had awoken, after sleeping for what felt like an eternity. You were sweaty, groggy, and had no sense of what time it was. 

“Good morning Sleeping Beauty,” someone teased. 

You groaned and shifted from your spot on the couch, rubbing your eyes as you stared at the person who woke you. 

“Marko, hey. How long was I asleep?”

“Too long, according to Paul.” 

You smiled and rolled your eyes. “He would say that. Where is he anyways? Is he getting food?” 

“…”

“Marko…”

Marko bit his thumb and avoided your gaze as he picked up the trash surrounding the couch. 

“Marko...”

“He got really upset after you told him to fuck off.”

“What? When did I do that?” 

“Um, he said when he came home,” Marko shook a pill bottle, seeing if it was empty. “You were curled up into a ball on the couch and then you pushed him away and told him to leave you alone.” 

Your boyfriend was such a drama queen. “I’m on my period.”

“Yeah, I know.” 

“Yeah, well,” You and Marko walked into the kitchen area, trash, snacks, and medicines in hand. “My painkillers didn’t kick in on time. I thought I was dying for a hot second. I didn’t want Paul making it worse.”

Marko smiled, closing the chip bag, “He probably would have taken a bite out of you if you let him.”

You rolled your eyes, “Maybe later.”

One of the pigeons flew towards you both. Staring Marko in the eyes. 

“No, I’m not giving you potato chips,” he jokingly scolded his pet. “No, these aren’t for you.”

“I’m gonna see what he’s up to.” 

“Okay.” 

Marko was still focused on his pigeon. “Yeah, she’s gonna see Paul. She’s gonna see Paulie. You know what they’re gonna do Jasper—“

“Shut up,” You scoffed. 

—

You knocked on the “door”— an old surfboard covering the hole in the wall to his little stoner rock cave— of Paul’s room.

“Paul…” 

You heard a sniffle from the other side, but nothing else. 

“Paul, I know you’re in there…” another moment of silence. 

“Or is it Laddie?” You joked. 

“It’s me,” Paul quietly replied. 

“Can I come in, baby?” 

“Sure.”

You pushed the door to the side and stepped inside his room. “Hi, baby.”

He was laying under several blankets in the nest you’d both made together, only his head and lion's mane worth of hair sticking out.

  “Hello…” All the usual fun and excitement was sucked out of his voice, leaving it hollow and empty. 

“Oh no, I don’t like hello. What’s going on?”

“You… You wouldn’t cuddle with me…”

You slowly sat down next to him, pushing aside a few mixtapes and some dirty clothes, “Baby… baby you know I’m on my period.”

“Yeah, you smell nice— like nicer than usual. And I just, I love you so much—

“I know—“

“And I wanna cuddle”

“—I know—“

“—and eat you out so hard you see stars.”

“My meds just didn’t kick in.”

“Yeah, you were mean.” Paul sniffled. “I didn’t like it.” 

“Oh baby come here,” You joined him under the covers, attempting to scoop him into your arms. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine.” It was not fine. 

“Paul… you don’t have to lie to me.”

He shifted his head onto your shoulder, “You just… you scared me.” 

You gently scratched his head. “I didn’t mean to, I just needed to be alone.”

“I’m worried I messed up and you don’t wanna be with me anymore… I’ve messed up a lot and I tend to pretend I don’t care if I fuck up, but I do.”

“I’m not going anywhere, you know that. Even if I tried, David would Professor X my memory.” 

Paul laughed a little. 

“I just didn’t want you pouncing on me like an animal–”

“–But I am an animal.”

You frowned, “Not the point here.”

“Right, sorry.”

“It’s okay. Are we good?” 

“Yeah… Just… just don’t– if you– uh, if you need some space don’t act like me when I need blood and I wig out, okay?”

“Will do.”

Paul sat up a little, so he could snuggle into you.“Mmmm… Thank you.”

“Of course baby. I love you.”

“I love you too.” 

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #paul the lost boys #tlb #tlb 1987 #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys imagine #my fic #my writing #lost boys paul #paul lost boys #paul the lost boys x reader #the lost boys paul x reader #the lost boys movie #the lost boys movie 1987 #vampire fic

[sempersirens]

yes, chef

part two

read part one here | original request

summary: navigating work and home with joel was tough but sweet, with you both learning to manage in your own little ways

pairing: no-outbreak, chef!joel x f!reader

content/warnings: 18+, mdni. slow-burn smut, tenderness, pining, angst

a/n: you ask and you shall receive. you guys know i'm a slut for a spotify playlist, and this is what i imagine reader and joel listening to while they cook together. i took inspiration for this chapter from @spookyanamurdock's comment on the previous chapter because i loved her ideas so much.

There was no such thing as a quiet shift at the restaurant. Whether it was the clatter of pots and pans, expletives darting across the room, or the unrelenting tick of the ticket machine rolling off order after order. It was exhilarating. The constant loudness quietened every decibel of noise in your mind; no matter what was happening outside of work, you could count on the pressure of controlled creativity to drown it out. Family drama, heartbreak, grief - it all slipped away as soon as you slipped your uniform on and heard the first shout of fuck! blaring across the room.

It should've been impossible for your heart to race any faster than it already did. But there it was. So subtle, unnoticed by all except you. His fingers brushing against yours when he would snatch the knife out of your hands, loudly berating you for dicing the onions too damn big. Your eyes would catch for just a moment, but it was enough. You were obsessed, infatuated.

Not only with the feel of his rough skin against yours, or the intoxication of his scent but with the secrecy too. Something stirred inside of you every time you would pass him, knowing he could still taste you on his tongue, your perfume lingering in his nose. At any moment to yourself, you would squeeze your eyes shut and remember the feeling of his hands on you. Grabbing for god knows what, the thrill of it all, taking any inch of your skin in his grasp that he possibly could. Devouring you in the knowledge he would have to wait hours until he could have you like this again.

Working beside him drove you insane. You constantly toyed between accidentally slicing a carving knife through your pinky just to feel his touch on you, or being a good girl for him, knowing you would relish in his praise later that night.

You didn't know how no-one else could feel the spark between you both. It consumed your entire being, only ever finding sweet release pressed up against the shelves of the supply closet. You managed to keep your meetings secret. Sometimes they felt concealed even between the two of you, never wanting to brave the question of what you even were in fear of it all dissipating beneath your fingers.

Most mornings began with your bare feet padding across his kitchen floor. He always woke before you, the smell of coffee coaxing you from his sheets. You felt feral. You were drunk on the sheer scent of him like an animal searching for its first meal after hibernation.

What had begun as lust had turned into something almost ugly, you didn't want to acknowledge the person you had become. Desperate for his affection, his praise, him. Each touch, kiss, and clash of your hips, felt like a nicotine rush surging straight to your head. You were addicted.

"So fuckin' needy for me baby, ain't ya?" He would laugh into your hair, whether he had you pinned against the bathroom door or tucked softly between his torso and bed sheets.

In the kitchen, you would find yourself subconsciously gravitating toward him.

"Back to your fuckin' station." He'd growl, loud enough for the others to hear.

"Yes, chef. Sorry, chef."

Later, tangled in his bed, he would coo "you gotta stop doin' that, baby. People are gonna start noticing."

"Maybe I want them to. I want them to all know I'm yours." Fingers in his hair, his teeth gently sinking into your shoulder. Yes, you would think, mark me, brand me yours.

"You're too good for that, baby. You gotta make a name for yourself."

"I know, I know." You'd whine. He was right, and you knew it. You didn't want to be known as Joel Miller's girl. It was a cut-throat, misogynistic business as it was, you had to have your own exposure, not be known as the poissonier chef fucking her head-chef.

The restaurant was always closed on a Sunday. Saturday nights rolled into Sunday mornings so sweetly. Peeling each other's garlic-scented clothes off, a smell only you could find satisfying. In those long-awaited moments alone, the collision of your bodies was ravenous. You were ruthless in the greediness of taking everything from one another.

Those Sundays would flow like honey, sickly sweet, slowly sticking to every inch of you. You savoured every moment alone with him. At around 7 pm, you would begin prepping dinner together. Experimenting with love, trust, and maybe a new recipe you had found in an Ottolenghi cookbook. In his kitchen, you bounced off one another. Otis Redding flooded the background, mangled with the sharpness of metal cutting into the chopping board.

"Did you get the parsley from the market?" You shouted, rifling through his cupboards.

"Still in the bag, on the table."

Tonight, you were making a pumpkin and cinnamon oxtail stew. The oxtail had been slow-cooking all afternoon, filling his small apartment with a warm, hearty smell. You chopped the parsley, lemon, and garlic for the gremolata, while Joel decanted the mixture of tomatoes, thyme, and rosemary into an oven dish.

"Smells so good, baby." He kissed your cheek, hands around your waist. "I'll set the table. Want a glass of red?"

In moments like this, maybe you didn't need the world to know Joel was yours and you were his. His kitchen was your utopia, and you would happily live out the rest of your days bathing in the smell of simmering vegetables and his cologne.

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[eddiemunsonssoulmate]

The Devil Doesn’t Bargain

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Word Count: 8k

Summary: You and Eddie are best friends, he is always there for you if you need him. One day you knock at his door after you went back to your abusive Ex the night before.

Warnings: Angst, domestic abuse, physical violence (only light descriptions), toxic relationship, don’t worry Eddie is the good guy.

Available on: AO3

A/N: I heard the song, I had to write angst. Inspired by “The devil doesn’t bargain” by Alec Benjamin. Might wanna listen to it while reading this fic, it’s at least how I wrote it haha. This fic is about an abusive, toxic relationship and trying to get out of if. Take care of yourself while reading it, please! Otherwise enjoy!

♣ Eddie Munson Masterlist ♣

It shouldn’t have been like this.

It should have been okay this time.

That’s what you had told yourself.

In reality, your whole body felt like it was on fire and not a single thing had changed.

It was like you learned nothing, falling right back into the trap.

All you could do now was getting ready for meeting with your best friend while trying to ignore the stinging pain that came from almost everywhere.

You never learned, didn’t you?

You dressed in your long-armed hoodie despite the weather being quite nice. No one needed to see the bruises.

They were between you and your Ex and he probably hadn’t even noticed. Again.

He never did.

He was your Ex for a reason and yet, you always went back to him. It wasn’t smart, he wasn’t good for you and yet… it had felt so different last night when he had picked you up.

And then everything had turned to shit. Again.

Yelling, a strong grip all over your body and then suddenly, sweet whispers in your ear, apology after apology, the plea not to leave him. Again.

You didn't. Only this morning before the sun had even kissed the horizon and he had been in deep slumber.

Just thinking about it caused tears to gather in your eyes but you couldn’t cry now. You would only be late otherwise.

With a forced smile you arrive at the trailer park, knocking at your friend’s door.

Eddie opened the door with a wide grin. “Good morning, sunshine!” he exclaimed happily and you smiled back at him.

He wanted to give you a hug but you dodged it while entering the trailer. The risk of him accidentally touching one of the bruises would be too high.

“No hug?” he asked and pouted at you, causing you to laugh a little.

“Not in the mood,” you told him and tried to sound as nonchalant as possible. He couldn’t know but you could see in his eyes that he was already trying to figure out what was going on. He was too perceptive and you knew this. You knew you should tell him right away but your shame held you back.

He would never judge you but you judged yourself twice as much.

“I was just about to make some pancakes, would you like some?” He pointed at the tiny kitchen behind him while you sat down on the couch and nodded.

He then started to hum some song while he quickly prepared some pancakes and you just listened to him in silence. It felt good to be with him. It made you feel safe and you almost forgot the horrors of last night.

A shiver ran down your spine as you felt those phantom hands on you and you closed your eyes, shaking your head. It hadn’t been that bad, right? He had only lost control. Again.

He would calm down until Monday, until you saw him at school again. Would he act like you were a couple again? You weren’t. There was a reason why you had broken up with him and yet…you had gone back, despite your better judgment.

“Are you going to tell me what’s up?” Eddie’s voice got you out of your head and you looked up at him as he placed two plates with pancakes down on the small table.

“Nothing, all good.” You almost winced at yourself when you said that. It sounded so fake.

“You’ve never been a good liar, Y/N. You would also never pass up on an opportunity to steal the first pancake right out of the pan and almost burn your hands,” he told you with a sigh as he sat down next to you.

“I just had a bad night. Not enough sleep.” You could see that he wasn’t buying any of that but he let go of it, for now. He knew when you didn’t want to talk and you appreciated that.

You ate your pancakes in silence while watching TV. You wanted to tell him. Badly. But whenever you opened your mouth to mention it, it felt like your throat was held tight by two strong hands.

It hadn’t been that bad, right?

When Eddie was done, he leaned back on the couch and stretched himself. “So, anything in mind for today? I was thinking of taking a swim at Lover's Lake, the weather’s quite nice today.”

“I don’t really feel like swimming,” you said quickly and gathered up your plates, bringing them into the kitchen to wash them in the sink. You knew if you wouldn’t do that, they would sit for at least two days. Eddie wasn’t the one to clean up frequently.

Just the thought of stripping down into just your swim clothes, exposing all the bruises, made you sick in your stomach.

“Y/N.” His voice sounded so sad and disappointed as you heard how his footsteps were coming closer. You let go of the dishes, but he already grabbed your wrist, making you wince in pain.

As if you had burned him, he quickly let go, looking down at his hand and then back into your eyes.

“Sweetheart…” The word fell from his lips like a lost prayer and you swallowed hard, turning away from him, hugging your arms to your chest. He knew. He knew exactly what was going on because he had seen it so many times.

He once more reached out to you, taking your hand carefully in his. This time and you couldn’t do anything other than let him. This way you wouldn’t need to tell him, he would see for himself.

Eddie slowly moved up the sleeve of your hoodie and you heard him swallow. When your eyes found his face again, his jaw was set hard as he looked at the bruises on your arm.

“Again?” There was no judgment in his voice, just sadness. “Why do you keep doing this to yourself?” You wish you knew.

He slowly ran a finger over your bruises, a featherlight touch that didn’t hurt at all and yet, the memories of last night made you wince.

When his eyes found yours, you could almost feel his pain. He was in pain for you, with you, because of you.

“It’s nothing, really,” you said in a low voice and removed your arm from his light grasp, missing the soft touch that had felt so comforting.

“He’s never gonna change.” He started to say those words you didn’t want to hear. “He’ll do you harm over and over again.”

“Please, stop talking.” You almost begged him because his voice sounded so broken. Every other person would have judged you for going back again and again. Not him. He looked like he felt your pain just like his own.

Two sides of the same coin.

Yet, you didn’t want to hear this. You knew it had been stupid but you were like an addict falling back into old habits.

“If that’s what you want,” he sighed and ran a hand through his hair before opening a kitchen drawer and pulling out a small box of pills, putting them into your hand. “Just in case.”

Painkillers. He had placed them in there the last time because you had been barely able to walk. He knew the procedure by now.

For some reason, you always ended up here after you had met with your Ex. Eddie had always been there for you, no matter what.

His jaw was still clenched just like one of his fists. He hated to see you like this and yet, you kept doing it to him because he was the only person that could make you feel safe.

“He isn’t worth it, darling,” he breathed out and you almost didn’t catch it as he turned around, going into his bedroom. You looked around the corner and saw how he grabbed his guitar.

A small smile was already forming on your lips and you followed him, sitting down on his bed cross legged like a little kid that was excited for Christmas.

He always did this. He took care of your wounds in some way and then he would sing to you.

At first, he didn’t play any specific song, just playing a few notes and humming to it before he started to play and sing some of your favorites.

It didn’t take long for the exhaustion of last night to kick in. You had barely slept because of the bruises and your Ex next to you but here, in this messy, run-down trailer, you felt safer than anywhere and soon enough, you had drifted off to sleep.

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You had spent all Sunday with Eddie in his trailer, ignoring the elephant in the room but he wasn’t the one to pry and you were thankful for it.

He had picked you up at home this morning, insisting to drive you to school. You had a feeling he didn’t want to let you go alone in case you encountered your Ex. Which you would totally do.

Both of you jammed a little to Judas Priest on the way to school, with the windows down to the point where his hair had turned into quite the mess from headbanging and the wind. He looked ridiculous and it made you laugh quite a bit.

It felt good to be with him.

He parked his van in the parking lot and you grabbed your backpack before getting out of it when the anxiety kicked in. You had trouble with taking deep breaths until he felt Eddie’s hand at your lower back.

“We can still turn and run, you know,” he whispered next to your ear, eyes on all the people in front of you, walking into the building.

“No, it’s fine.” He then turned his head to look at you and shook his head.

“We both know it’s not but it’s your choice.” He was right as usual. You hated that, so you just started walking and he removed his hand, falling into step beside you.

You barely made it across the parking lot when you heard the voice you didn’t want to hear.

“There’s my girl!” He yelled loudly from the other side of the parking lot, standing there with his jock friends. Andy grinned brightly at you as if he wasn’t the reason for your bruises and tears.

His grin faltered a little when he looked beside you at Eddie and you felt your stomach drop. Andy hated Eddie with a burning passion and vice versa. For obvious reasons. As soon as he noticed the other boy, he started to walk toward you.

“I’m going to kill him,” you heard Eddie growl beside you and when you looked at him, his jaw was set tight, and his eyes were full of anger.

He made a step forward, but you quickly stood in front of him, placing a hand to his chest to stop him, shaking your head.

You stared into his angry dark eyes for a long moment before turning around yourself. Without thinking, you walked forward, just wanting to diffuse the situation before they could meet.

Eddie reached out for you, grabbing your arm carefully at the only place where he knew that there were no bruises. You had shown almost all of them to him last night. He had looked as broken as you had felt.

“Please, don’t.” He was begging you to stay with him, right here, to not go over there.

“I’m sorry,” you said, tears gathering in your eyes and once again, it was like the two of you were sharing each other’s pain. He looked so desperate to make you stay and you just wanted him to be safe from the athlete’s wrath.

You threw him one more apologetic look before wriggling out of his grasp and meeting Andy halfway.

The trained fake smile automatically came up on your lips and only vanished for a moment when he put an arm around you, touching so many bruises at the same time but he didn’t seem to care. Or to remember. You weren’t really sure. Pain was exploding all over your body but you kept your composure.

You couldn’t even look at Eddie as you walked past him with the others, shame washing over you.

You didn’t want to see the pain in his eyes.

For once you were thankful for your schedule today because you didn’t have classes with Andy at all.

It was only during lunch that he had insisted that you sit next to him and the others now. He really acted like you got back together and you really wanted to tell him off but you couldn’t.

You were scared and that knowledge hurt even more than the bruises on your skin.

The only thing that was worse than sitting with the athlete’s again was Eddie’s gaze on you. He was looking at you so hard it felt like he was drilling holes into your head. You even felt his gaze when you weren’t looking at him.

Normally you’d sit with him and his friends. Not today. You knew he was worried about you, would always be, no matter how many times you would tell him that you were okay.

He would never believe it because he shared your pain.

When your eyes met for a moment across the dining hall you saw how he tensed. Just a subtle shift in his posture and it looked like he wasn’t listening to his friends at all. All his focus was on you, and he really looked like a lion ready to pounce on Andy.

He would within a heartbeat if you’d let him.

Yet, you told yourself that you would be able to handle this on your own.

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Days had passed and you had been able to convince yourself that it had really just been an accident.

Andy had been so sweet to you the last few days and within a second, he had ruined all of it again.

Another accident, right?

Tears were flowing down your eyes as you sat in the bathroom, cowering on the cold bathroom floor while he knocked at the door.

“Y/N, please, let me in. I didn’t mean to hurt you!” he begged outside the door but you couldn't even move. You tasted the blood on your split lip and your whole body was shaking.

“Babe, please,” he begged again and all you wanted was to leave.

“Leave me alone!” you yelled back at him, your broken words coming out between loud sobs.

It had happened so quickly. One moment you were cuddling, kissing, and talking and suddenly you had said one wrong word and he exploded with anger, pushing you and slapping you right into the face. You hadn’t even realized what you had done wrong.

The only escape you had thought of was the bathroom, you had barely made it in before he had the chance to catch up to you.

“Come on, open the door!” He said and knocked at the door, rattling the doorknob and then he forcefully kicked against the old wood, making you wince. “Fine, have it your way. You’ll have to come out eventually, you know.”

That was the problem. You couldn’t stay in here forever and as soon as you would open the door, he would just…you had no idea. Maybe he would apologize like he always did, telling you that it had been a mistake, an accident or maybe he would be angrier this time because you had locked yourself into his bathroom.

You felt so sick. Your legs were hugged to your chest and you rested your head on your knees, closing your eyes.

All you could see was Eddie’s smile. It was comforting to think of him. You had been best friends for so long that it felt like he was the only person you could truly trust. You could let go with him. Be yourself.

Another sob left your mouth just thinking about this.

You didn’t realize that Andy had stepped away from the door until you heard commotion down the hallway. There was incomprehensible shouting, loud banging and suddenly, pure silence.

It made you shiver.

“Y/N?” You couldn’t believe your ears. “Sweetheart, it’s me. Open the door, please.”

With shaky legs you stood up and opened the door, only for Eddie to almost burst into the bathroom as soon as he heard the lock open.

You stumbled back a little, looking into his wide worried eyes and noticed the bruise starting to build on his cheekbone. His skin was split apart and he was bleeding a little.

“What are you doing here?” you breathed as he came closer, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to his chest.

“You were supposed to meet me two hours ago, darling. I got worried and it seemed like I was right.” He placed his chin on your forehead and you wrapped your arms around him, still shaking.

You couldn’t believe he was real.

“What about-?” You started to ask but he shook his head.

“Knocked him out good. Better hurry though before he wakes up.” He then took a step back, wincing a little when he saw your bloody lip. “Can you walk?”

“I think so,” you said with as much confidence as you could muster up. The confidence died at the second step, legs and body still shaking.

Without another word Eddie reached under your knees and lifted you up into a bridal position, carrying you across the hallway. You didn’t see Andy anywhere. You didn’t want to look at him anyway.

He put you in his van before driving off quickly. You didn’t even want to think about the fact that he just knocked Andy unconscious in his own house and that there would be consequences.

You wanted to say so many things but you couldn’t. All you could do was focus on your breathing so your body stopped shaking.

Suddenly you felt vomit rising your throat, your neck growing hot. “Stop the van!” you said quickly, and Eddie immediately hit the brakes. Thankfully you were in the middle of nowhere as you opened the door, stumbling out onto your knees before vomiting right on the grass at the side of the road.

“Shit,” he muttered and got out too, coming over to you with fast steps. He moved your hair out of your face while you were emptying your stomach.

When you were done you sat back on your knees, and he was crouching beside you.

“You look like shit,” he said with a small, comforting smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Thanks,” you groaned, head spinning a little. The woods around you were awfully quiet.

“This has to stop, Y/N.” Again those words you didn’t want to hear because he was right. “He will never be Prince Charming.”

“I know,” you admitted so quietly that you almost didn’t hear it yourself. Your eyes went down to where your hands were resting on your legs, you couldn’t look at him.

“Then why? Why do you keep running back to him?” His voice sounded so broken once again and the emotions radiating from him were overwhelming you.

You got up and took a deep breath, walking away from the smell of your own vomit, coming to a halt in front of his van, your back to him.

You heard him follow but keeping his distance. “I guess we all just accept the love we think we deserve.”

“Are you kidding me?” There was anger in his voice now and he grabbed your shoulders, turning you around.

His dark brown eyes were like a storm trying to catch you, he was staring right into your soul for a long moment before he let go of you, swallowing.

He took a step back and ran a hand through his hair, looking frustrated. “This is not what you deserve. At all.” His eyes were fixed on your split lip that thankfully had stopped bleeding by now.

You felt tears gathering in your eyes again and shit, you hated this. Your mouth opened to answer him but he was quicker.

“You deserve more than this. More than this town. You deserve the god damn world and I fucking hate to see you being treated like that. I’m sick of it.” His sudden outburst took you by surprise, normally he was the one being composed and rational.

“I should have killed him back there. I wanted to. God, I wanted to,” he almost laughed at his own words. His jaw was clenched just like his fists were and the anger you felt from him was unreal.

“But I didn’t because that’s not what you would want. So please, I’m begging you, don’t go back to him again. Enough is enough.” His voice was calming down again, pleading and it almost looked like his eyes were as glassy as yours felt.

You swallowed hard at his words but shook your head. “I just. I don’t know.”

“You don’t know what?” He took a step forward, almost in your personal space again, looking at you with such intense eyes that a shiver ran down your spine.

“I don’t know if I can. You know I’ve tried. So many times, and I somehow always end up with him.” You couldn’t look into his eyes any longer, so you looked down on the ground between your feet. Your heart was beating so fast that it started to ring in your eyes.

“Then let’s leave.” A bitter laugh escaped you before you could stop it. “Let’s leave this god forsaken down so you can escape his grasp.”

His words took you by surprise and you looked back up at him, heart beating even faster. “You know we can’t just…leave. Why would you even say that?”

“Because I’m in love with you, for fucks sake!” He blurted out and you couldn’t believe your ears.

He also looked at you like he was surprised by himself and took a step back, turning around. “Shit”, he muttered to himself, running a hand over his face.

“You what?” You had heard him quite clearly but you wanted to make sure.

He laughed at that and turned back to look at you. “I’m in love with you and that’s why it’s fucking killing me to see you like this.” He waved his arms around towards your body. “You don’t deserve any of it, sweetheart.”

The sound of your heartbeat was deafening now. It felt like reality was trying to split apart from you.

“For how long?” You barely got any words out, the invisible chokehold on your throat too strong. The whole situation was too much.

“From the first moment I met you all those years ago.

His words made you swallow hard, and you saw in his eyes that he spoke the truth. How didn’t you notice?

“And let me be honest with you: I can’t do this anymore exactly because I love you more than anything. It’s breaking me apart on the inside to see new wounds on you. It’s killing me to know you’re with him not because I’m jealous but because I know he will hurt you again and again. It fucks me up to know you always go back to him and I sound so damn selfish right now.” He let out another frustrated laugh at his words. “But darling, the devil doesn’t bargain.” His words were broken and he sounded like he was about to cry.

It made your heart sink.

You didn’t even know what to say to that. You had never even considered that Eddie was in love with you because you had been so caught up with Andy. He had always been your best friend, nothing more.

“I…I don’t know what to say,” you admitted, biting on the inside of your cheek.

He just shook his head. “You don’t have to say anything. I’m sorry for unloading all of this on you. You were never supposed to know.”

“Why not? Why didn’t you say anything?” you asked him and tears started to roll down your cheeks now. There was no way of stopping them, it was all too much. The pain, the bile in the back of your throat, his words, the look in his eyes.

“Because I’m not what you deserve either. You deserve the sun, the moon and the stars and I can’t give you that. It wouldn’t have changed a thing.” The last words were barely more than a whisper above the silence of the woods.

You felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest.

“I’m fine with being your best friend. I’m not fine with Andy treating you like a punching bag.” He came back to you with slow steps and took your face in his hands, making you look at him. “And I can’t see you cry anymore.”

You felt his pain and he felt yours.

His thumbs slowly moved over your cheeks, wiping away the tears before he pressed a kiss against your forehead.

A sob escaped you at his tender gesture, something Andy never did.

“You’re too strong to cry over such things,” he whispered against your forehead before he let go of you, taking a respectful step back. You didn’t want him to.

You felt safe when he held you in his arms. His words made your heart flutter.

A long moment passed before he said something. “Come on, I’ll drive you home.”

So, he did. Judas Priest was playing on his radio, but you could barely hear them. All you heard was his voice in your head. How he said he was in love with you. How he admitted that he couldn’t do this anymore.

It felt like you were losing your best friend and yet, it felt different now that you knew how he felt.

You looked over to him, studying his side profile while his eyes were focused on the road in front of him.

Eddie Munson was in love with you and you had never realized.

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You didn’t go to school the next day, told your parents you felt sick and they hadn’t questioned it too much before going to work.

You didn’t want to see Andy today, not after yesterday.  Just thinking about it made you wince, how he hurt you, how he yelled at you. And yet, there was this voice in your head.

It hadn’t been that bad, right?

You wondered if Eddie went to school today. He had to or he wouldn’t pass his classes but then again, Andy would for sure remember what had happened yesterday.

Anxiety was creeping up your neck. What if he would hurt Eddie? He wouldn’t do that at school…right?

The thought was following you all day long, even after you fell back asleep. It was haunting your dreams. Andy wouldn’t let this slide. He would try to get revenge on Eddie somehow. He would ask his teammates to join him. Jason would happily agree and wherever Jason was, Chance would also go. Patrick kind of always joined in too. That would make four against one.

You felt sick in your stomach.

A loud knock at your window took you by surprise and when you sat up, you saw Eddie sitting on the roof in front of your window, waving at you.

You quickly got up and opened the window for him so he could climb inside. “Hey there, sweetheart.”

“What the fuck are you doing on my roof?” You looked at him perplexed but he just laughed at you.

“You didn’t open the door. Had to find another way.” He grinned and you noticed the bruise on his cheekbone. It had gotten worse since yesterday, the color now strong and present. He seemed to notice your stare and waved a little.

“Don’t mention it. He got it worse.” Eddie almost sounded a little proud and for someone who claimed he was no hero, he did quite the heroic thing.

“Did he?” you asked him and somewhere inside of you, that thought made you happy.

Eddie pushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek. “Totally. Might be the reason why I wasn’t in school today but at the police department.”

“What?!” Shock washed over you like a wave crashing against rocks.

He rubbed his neck with a sly smirk around his lips. “Called me up there this morning because of an ‘Act of violence against a fellow member of the community’. It was ridiculous really.”

Anxiety was rising in your throat. “How much did you tell them?”

“Nothing that you wouldn’t have wanted, don’t worry. Told them it was a fight about a girl and that we both overreacted. Not sure how much they believed me because…well, I am me. And Andy belongs to Jason’s group so…we’ll see.” He smiled at you as he sat down on your chair next to your desk while you sat down back on your back, feeling a little relieved.

You were so thankful for him, but the elephant was still in the room, at least for you.

He was in love with you.

He didn’t act that way though. Not now at least. He just acted like he always did, like he was just your best friend. Only now you knew that he had feelings for you. Feelings so strong he was breaking apart when you would shed even one tear.

“You’re in love with me,” you breathed out as if you only realized this now.

He stopped going through your papers for school as if you caught him red handed and then looked at you.

“Yeah, I think I’ve mentioned that before,” he said with a laugh and then scooted closer to you. “But it doesn’t matter. Things don’t have to change between us. Just forget what I said yesterday, okay?”

He put his hands over yours. How could you forget about those words that went straight into your bones? He made it pretty clear that he would kill for you just to make sure you would be okay. You weren’t sure if he would actually do that, he wasn’t the kind of guy to do that but love made someone do crazy things.

“I just want you to be okay. I don’t need you to love me back for that.” He rubbed his thumb over your hands that were shaking slightly. You didn’t know what your emotions were doing, and your mind was running wild.

He then removed his hands, and you instantly missed his warmth. The warmth that always made you feel safe.

Suddenly the doorbell rang, and you were about to get up but he was faster. “Oh, now you hear it but not when I ring? I’m wounded.” He held his hand dramatically to his chest and you laughed at his antics

“You’re an idiot,” you said with a soft laugh which made him grin even more.

“An idiot that can make you laugh.” He blocked the door from you a little. “It’s for me anyway. I ordered some pizza. Figured you might be hungry.”

“Ah, my savior,” you told him with a grin and he winked at you.

Only a moment later he was back with fresh pizza, your favorite kind of course, and both of you sat down on your bed to eat it, chatting mindlessly about D&D and how he was so close to actually not failing his classes.

It felt good to be with him like this. Carefree. Not worried about a thing and yet you couldn’t get it out of your mind.

Eddie Munson was in love with you and it affected you more than you could even comprehend.

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You absolutely dreaded going back to school because you’d see Andy and you had no idea how to deal with him after everything that had happened.

After all, it hadn’t been that bad, right?

But then Eddie’s words came back to you, making you realize how bad it had actually been, over and over again. You didn’t just hurt yourself while running back to the guy who repeatedly left you bruised and battered, you also hurt your best friend while doing so.

You could handle your own pain but you didn’t want to see Eddie’s. You had never known how much it actually affected him.

But getting away from the first person who ever showed you love, even for just a short while, seemed so hard to do. Andy had been there when you had been a social outcast, he took you into the popular crowd. He had made you feel special and loved until everything had fallen apart.

You never realized how much you had left Eddie behind while all of this and all he did was look at you from afar during school, patiently waiting for you. You had hung out too during that time, just not as much as you had been used to. He must have been lonely.

Your heavy heart sank when you realized.

Both your social lives had split apart, he had become the freak and you kind of popular but only as long as Andy wanted you.

Your steps grew heavy as you walked onto school grounds, and you tried to steady your breathing. The anxiety was hovering over you like a dark cloud and you licked your lip at the spot where the split still was. Not as visible anymore but still there.

It didn’t take you long to see him, standing there with his friends, wearing his jersey and his basketball cap. Bile was rising up in your throat.

Jason seemed to notice you and nodded in your direction, which made Andy turn around. You immediately saw the black eye and the wound at his temple. That must have been Eddie’s doing.

When he started to walk over to you, all you wanted to do was run but you were frozen in place. Your legs didn’t move one bit. Andy didn’t seem too happy to see you today and you swallowed hard, anxiety wrapping around you.

Then a hand was at your lower back, carefully pressing against you in a reassuring manner.

When you turned your head, you saw Eddie standing there, not looking at you, his gaze fixed on the other guy. His jaw was clenched and his eyes a storm on their own.

Your stare followed his over to Andy, whose whole posture had changed now that Eddie was next to you. His chest was more puffed and he walked straighter, his expression a mix of anger and amusement.

“Don’t be afraid, sweetheart.” Eddie’s voice was so reassuring and pushed away the anxiety. Not completely but enough for you to take a deep breath as Andy stopped in front of you.

“Can we talk?” he gritted out between his teeth and he seemed to have a hard time keeping it together.

Just hearing him talk caused a mess of emotions inside of you. You remembered how that voice had told you sweet things at night but also yelled at you the next second.

You wanted to reach out and pull back at the same time. It was horrible.

The hand at your back started to move slowly up and down and you looked towards Eddie who was still not looking at you.

“No,” you muttered out in such a low voice that you barely heard yourself.

“Excuse me?” Andy said and you weren’t quite sure if he didn’t understand or didn’t want to understand.

“She said no,” Eddie said with a stern voice and you knew that this was hard for him too. He never liked conflict. He ran away when it got too hard and yet, he was here, for you.

“Shut the fuck up, Munson. I don’t even know what you’re doing with my girlfriend.” The hand at your back stopped moving and gripped your clothes a little. You felt the anger rising inside of him.

“Protecting her from you.” His words were merely more than a warning growl and Andy took a step closer, almost inside your personal space.

“The only protection she needs is from a freak like you.” Andy pushed against the man’s chest, making him stumble back. His hand left your back and you turned a little, still trying to find your voice.

Eddie’s hand clenched into a fist but Andy just laughed. “Careful, Munson, or the cops will be right on you again.” Then he took a swing at Eddie, punching him right into the nose, making him stumble back again.

People started to look. Eddie groaned in pain and you saw blood coming from his nose.

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take,” Eddie then said, ready to take a swing at Andy when you got between them.

“Stop!” You said loudly, your vocal cords finally deciding to work and you were shocked at yourself. You held your hands up, trying to keep them separated. If you didn’t stop them now, they would both get in trouble and the last thing you wanted was for Eddie to get in even more trouble because of you.

At the end of the day, they would believe Andy more than they would believe you and Eddie combined.

He was so reckless and his love for you made him do stupid things like getting into a fight. Normally he would never do this and yet here he was, bleeding because of you, again.

“I don’t need your protection,” you told Eddie and his eyes dropped to the ground as if he was in shame.

You heard Andy snicker behind you but then you turned to him, staring into the eyes you once loved.

A long time ago.

“And you, stay away from me. From him. I can’t do this anymore.” The words were so hard to speak and you were so afraid of his reaction but all he did was laugh.

“Are you going all cuddly with him now? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?” He crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow at you, amusement twinkling in his eyes. Andy didn’t take this seriously at all.

“No. I just…I can’t do this anymore.” You licked over the split on your lip again. “You keep hurting me.”

Andy’s jaw clenched and he shook his head. “I don’t mean to, you know that. I love you!”

“That’s not love! It hasn’t been for a long time.” Now that you spoke those words, realization really hit you. It had been this bad for quite some time now, but you had been too blind to realize. Trying to find the positive things but they didn’t exist.

The athlete took a step closer, invading your personal space and staring at you like he always did. “You’re breaking up with me? Again?”

“We never got back together,” you said and put your hands on his chest, trying to keep him away from you.

A laugh left his mouth and he shook his head. “Fine. You keep telling yourself that.” He leaned in so close that you could feel his breath on your skin. “I know you’ll come running back to me. Find your way into my bed again and I’ll show you how much I still love you.”

There was something crazy twinkling in his eyes that you had never noticed before. It made you shiver, his words made you sick.

Before you could answer him, he turned around and left you standing in the middle of the parking lot you were still in. Thankfully not a lot of people had paid attention because it had only been one punch and then just talking. Most other students were inside the building now, the parking lot rather empty.

Andy was gone and so was the adrenaline in your veins. You almost sank to the ground but two arms caught you, holding you upright.

When you lifted your head, you looked into those two brown eyes that gave you so much comfort. A smile was on his lips, the skin under his nose smeared with blood.

“That was pretty metal of you,” he said and you laughed as he helped you stand properly. “I also didn’t mean to intervene like that, I wanted to give you a choice but I just couldn’t stand around doing nothing. The way he looked at you-”

“You didn’t do anything wrong!” You quickly said, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. “I liked that you wanted to protect me but this was something I had to do on my own.”

“I absolutely understand that.” He nodded at you and you saw how the blood was still coming out of his nose.

“Let’s get you to the nurse,” you suggested and grabbed his hand but he just shook his head.

“I’m not going to the nurse because I got my nose punched, sweetheart. I’m a grown man, not a baby.” He huffed and the way you tried to pull on his hand to get him to move was in vain. Instead, he just held his nose closed with his free hand and put his head back slightly.

You laughed softly at his behavior. Just him being here with you made your anxiety go away and your confidence rise. You wouldn’t have told Andy off like that without Eddie being here.

If Andy was the sickness, Eddie was the cure.

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A few weeks had passed and Andy hadn’t even looked at you anymore. You were once more a member of the outcasts and the freaks, but this was so much better.

You hadn’t felt this alive in a long time, knowing that this time, you wouldn’t go back to Andy anymore, no matter what. This time was different, for sure.

This time you knocked on the trailer door without any bruises, with your mind being free of violent thoughts. They were still haunting your dreams and it would take a while for you to be healed but it was progress.

He opened the door with a wide grin, already knowing it was you before even seeing you. Probably because he never got any other visitors but it still made you happy.

“What’s that?” he asked, still standing in the door, and nodding to the box inside your hands.

“I got you some donuts,” you answered and smiled back at him.

“Any special occasion? Did I forget something important? Your birthday? My birthday? Oh god, is it our friendship anniversary?!” He dramatically put his hand on his chest and let out a fake gasp that made you laugh.

“No, idiot. Just because I wanted to.” You shook your head with a grin on your lips. He was so ridiculous sometimes and it made you feel so warm and safe.

“Oh, in this case, come all in then.” He stepped away from the doorframe and you passed by, hearing how he closed the door behind you.

The trailer was a mess as usual. Sometimes you wondered if he ever cleaned it at all.

You walked straight into his room, him following right behind you. His bed wasn’t the most comfortable but it would do. As soon as you placed the box of donuts down, he already opened it, grabbing his favorite.

“Delicious,” he hummed with his mouth still full and you laughed, also taking a donut for yourself.

While you ate, he told you about his latest D&D adventure and how the new kids were warming up to the others slowly, starting to get more out of their shells. It was heartwarming to hear.

It once more made you realize what a good person he was.

“You love me, right?” It suddenly came out of your mouth, there had been no chance to stop it. You didn’t even want to ask that and you had no idea where that question had come from.

He looked at you just as surprised as you felt but then a warm smile spread across his lips. “I don’t think I’ll ever stop doing that.”

You swallowed hard at his answer and you had no idea what to say to that. Hell, you hadn’t even wanted to ask in the first place. This was awkward.

Eddie patiently waited for you to keep talking but your mind was blank. He turned his body a little more into your direction.  “I’m not sure where you wanted to go with this but it’s okay if you don’t love me back. We can just stay best friends. As I said before, nothing has to change.”

But everything had changed and you realized that now. “What if I could though?” He lifted an eyebrow at that. “What if I could love you back?”

“Please, don’t,” he said and laughed but it was a bitter one. His answer surprised you a little, normally people were happy if their love was returned.

“Why not?” you asked, quite confused at his whole reaction.

“I’ve told you once before, sweetheart,” he said and reached out, brushing his thumb against the corner of your lip to remove a bit of sugar before licking it off his finger, “I’m not good enough for you. You deserve better. One day you’ll find a guy who can give you everything you deserve. I’ve accepted a long time ago that it’s not me.”

“Bullshit, Munson,” you huffed out and this time, he was the one being surprised by your choice of words. “I’m the one who gets to decide what I deserve or not.”

“Uh huh because that worked out so great the last time.” There was anger swinging in his voice and you clenched your teeth.

“Low blow,” you mumbled and he nodded.

“Yeah, sorry.” He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, now at a loss of words too.

After a few moments passed, you took a deep breath.

“You’re the only person where I feel safe. Wanted. Loved. I can be myself with you and I’m not even sure if it’s only been friendship between us for a while now. I just never realized, feelings are hard,” you started, voice wavering a little because you were pulling all of this out of your ass, making it up as you went along.

He stayed quiet, waiting for you to finish your train of thought.

“So please, don’t hit me with the not worthy bullshit.” You had always known he was insecure but he was so good at hiding it that you forgot about it most of the time.

“I just don’t want you to regret anything and risk our friendship in the process,” he said, jaw clenched and it seemed like his insecurities were really kicking in during this conversation.

“I won’t.” You took one of his hands in both of yours. “Things have already changed. For the better. I’d like to figure out where this is going. Where it could take us.”

“Are you asking me on a date?” he asked with a sly grin on his lips as he covered your hands with his free one.

“You’re too smug for what I just said. I’m literally pouring my heart out, careful not to say anything wrong and you say things like…that!” you groaned out in frustration but all you got was a loud laugh that came rumbling right from his chest. “But yes, I think I just asked you on a date.”

He scooted a little closer, so close you could feel his breath on your skin. The bright smile on his lips was so beautiful, you were mesmerized by it.

“How can I say no to that?”

All you could do was smile back at him. You had no idea where this was going or where it would end but it was worth a shot.

In the end, the cure that you had needed had always been so close.

Its name was Eddie Munson.

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[universallychaoticpan]

Hi. Can I pls req dazai x reader. So,Dazai and reader were once in a relationship. (Female reader). At some point they broke up. Stopped talking started ignoring each other. Then dazai approached her to be friends again. They again became besties.

The reader is now feeling attracted to a guy. She talks to that guy but didn't take things further, she is hesitant to be in a relationship due to his previous relationship with dazai. Dazai realises, and says that he doesn't want to be the reason to hold back each other... basically you make/write the conversation after dazai realises. Please🥺🥺

(Ps: dazai is actually sad to know the reader is attracted to someone new)

Ah yes, good old unrequited love. I hope you enjoy this, and please come back anytime. So sorry this took so long, the first time I wrote it I accidentally deleted it and had to do it all over. <333

It was hard to believe that at a point, you had been in love with him. But it was true; at one point, the two of you shared a love like sunlight. You fought and loved with the same passion, often burning one another before falling back together for comfort, for peace, to quell the ache that pulled you back together time and time again. But you were so bright you could hardly stand to look; so warm the pain began to show through more and more. Eventually, you licked your wounds on your own, the risk of being hurt outweighing the reward of a love so strong.

Yes, like he always did, Osamu Dazai had pushed you away. And when he did, the hole that you filled inside of him opened up again.

When you were gone, he could hardly stand to look at you without remembering the way you said his name - like no one else did, soft and sweet, drawing out each syllable and vowel - or how your bare skin felt pressed against his while you slept. When he was gone, you could hardly bear the sound of his voice without thinking of nights spent with your clothes strewn across the floor, or the way he would trace the lines in the palms of your hand, his eyes looking at you like the world meant nothing in comparison.

You thought you would never be able to look at those eyes again.

But slowly, things began to repair themselves. Like spring budding from barren branches, you began to pass smiles to one another again. You started to talk more, joking and teasing like you used too before love, before everything had changed. Slowly, you made your way back into his life- slowly, the two of you pushed the memories of a love brighter than sunlight down until it was swallowed by expanses of darker space.

And slowly, Dazai realized that you weren't his anymore.

"...hey- Hey!" Your voice startled him from his thoughts, his fingers beginning to sting from holding onto the chilled glass for too long.

"Sorry," he muttered, taking a drink. "You were saying?"

"You alright," you asked, concerned curiosity in your eyes. "It's not like you to just disappear like that."

He shrugged. "Long week I guess. Anyway?"

You looked down at your drink awkwardly. "Well I was telling you about this guy I met just the other day- met him in the cafe under the office, he works nearby. He was sweet, actually asked me to meet him at another spot he knows later tonight." you chewed your lips nervously. "I don't think I'll go though; it's too soon don't you think? I mean it hasn't even been a year since..." You let your voice trail off.

Dazai looked at you, saw the way your body hunched into itself, but saw the way your eyes slightly looked over at him, waiting for a reaction, a sliver of approval or disappointment. And he realized what you were waiting for.

You were waiting for him to let go.

And it broke him completely that the look in your eyes, the look of slight fear and sorrow was his doing- that even after time had gone by, you still felt trapped by him. Try as he might, he hadn't been able to move past you; worse, you knew it as well as he did and yet here you were, asking him one more time for permission. You were asking his permission to break his heart again.

And what could he do but let you? He loved you so much, so desperately it consumed him; it swallowed him whole every night as he tried to sleep, chased you through dreams and just barely let you escape every time. And he loved you so much that he would release you- he would break every bone in his body if it forced him to let you go. Because he wasn't what you needed. And he knew that the best way for him to love was to let you be loved by someone who was safer. Someone who could give you the life you deserved.

He simply couldn't be that person.

"Go," he said quietly. He was looking at you now, a smile on his face that you both tried to pretend was masking the melancholy behind it. "You should go." He got up, draping your coat around your shoulders. "I mean we both know you can't stay hung up on me forever," he said with a wink. You got up with a smile, the two of you simply staring at each other, the hum of chatter in the bar going quiet for a split second. And you hugged him; you stepped close and wrapped your arms around him, tucking your head into his chest the way you always used to. And it was good you couldn't see him, see his face or the look of surprise he couldn't stop. Gingerly, he place his hands on your back, holding you against him one last time before he gently pulled you away by your shoulders.

"Go on," he smiled. "Get out of here."

You nodded, walking out of the room before you could lose your nerve; you left before you had time to look back. If you had though, if you had stopped to look at the man you couldn't deny you still loved, you would've seen how he watched you go until you vanished onto the dark street, how he stared after you long after you had gone, the scent of your skin still clinging to him like the ghost of you always would.

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Impossible to Hate You ~ Part 2

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Summary: You realize that getting along with Eddie Munson is as effortless as breathing. Eddie sets a hard rule for himself for your burgeoning friendship.

Word Count: 5.5k

Tags for Entire Fic (from AO3): Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Inspired by When Harry Met Sally (1989), Slow Burn, Romantic Fluff, Good Friend Robin Buckley, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Eddie Munson Lives, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, no one dies, Reader-Insert

Part 1

Part 2

Spring, 1983

Monday morning was somehow normal, yet different at the same time.

You’d always known Eddie’s locker was near yours. You’d seen him in the hallways, usually one of the last stragglers ambling through the corridors as if he weren’t about to be late to class- but to you, he’d just as well have been in a different world. You’d never noticed how he always double-checked that his locker was closed by hitting it with the side of his closed fist before he locked it. Never noticed that he didn’t actually carry around a backpack most of the time, he just grabbed whatever ratty old textbook or fraying spiral notebook he needed from his locker and carried it to class in one hand. Now… it amazed you that you had ever been capable of overlooking Eddie Munson. The edges of every other person in the halls of Hawkins High seemed to fuzz and fade, leaving Eddie sharp and vivid, the lone focus of his own vignette. He was leaning up against the door to his locker and bobbing his head to the beat of whatever song played on his Walkman. His curls wisped forward, backward, softly brushing his shoulders and creating a shadowy curtain over his distracted eyes that glazed over while classmates passed him by-

“Are you staring at Eddie Munson?”

Robin’s voice cut you free of the trance you’d accidentally entered, and you blinked a few times while readjusting to reality. “Why would I be staring at Eddie Munson? That’s random.”

Robin raised an eyebrow, glancing between you and the object of your not-so-subtle staring. “I agree, it is random.” She dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, blocking Eddie from your sight and looking at you with eyes that very clearly said ‘Spill’. “So why the random staring? Did he do something? You know, besides the normal Eddie stuff like yelling in the cafeteria and being a menace in general-”

You laughed and shook your head, reaching into your own locker to grab what you needed for your first class of the day. “I wouldn’t use the term menace… I mean he’s actually not a bad guy. You know he gave me a ride home after I finished up in the theater department on Friday? And I didn’t even ask him, he just thought it wouldn’t be safe for me to walk home in the dark-” You shut your locker door to reveal Robin Buckley’s face, just painted with shock.

“You mean to tell me that you rode home in Eddie Munson’s car,” Her voice strained to maintain a whisper’s volume, and you prayed a silent ‘thank you’ that he was wearing headphones right now. “-and I’m just now finding out about it three days later?” Robin’s hands grasped your shoulders and shook. “I need details now, what were you guys even doing in the same room together at school on a Friday night?”

Your eyes flitted back to Eddie over Robin’s shoulder, checking to make sure that he was still too engrossed in whatever he was listening to to overhear the two of you talking about him. “Cool it, Buckley, he is literally right there.” You whispered the warning sharply through clenched teeth. “It’s nothing to write home about , honestly,” you shoved your things into your backpack, shrugging as if to emphasize how not a big deal this all was. “I was finishing up some sets for the play and he was running his dragon club thing, then when I mentioned I was walking home he offered me a ride.” Standing up straight, you shouldered your bag with a curt exhale. “That’s all that happened, I’m just saying he was nice enough to give me a ride home, so he must be a nice guy.”

“Yeah, or…” Robin’s mouth turned up in a knowing smirk, “...he was making a move-” The sentence was cut short by your no. 2 pencil pressing up against her lips. “I’m gonna stop you right there, Buckley.” You interrupted, rolling your eyes at how quickly your friend was trying to play matchmaker. “He was being a friend. We are friends now, that is all.” You stressed the last syllable, praying that she got the message.

Judging by her facial expression, she still wasn’t convinced. You yanked your pencil away from her mouth just in time to save it from her teeth as she jokingly tried to bite it. You laughed, casually checking for Eddie one more time and releasing a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding when you saw the space he’d been occupying now empty. 

Robin snaked her arm through yours, walking elbow to elbow with you towards your homeroom. “Maybe you’re right,” she conceded, voice lifting in an airy sort of way. “All I know is that the last time a guy offered me a ride, he was talking to my boobs.”

“Maybe he wanted to be friends with your boobs, then.” you shrugged.

Robin scoffed, nodding in agreement. “Oh I think that’s exactly what he wanted.” She made a show of shaking as an exaggerated shiver ran through her. “Ugh. Ew.”

Eddie exited the boys’ restroom just in time to hear your laughter ringing through the halls. It caught him off guard, his headphones in hand and hovering around his head as he poised to place them back over his ears, but then he heard your laugh. 

When his eyes found you, the sight melted the edges of his stone-cold heart a little bit- you were arm in arm with that tall girl from band- Buckley, he’s pretty sure- your head thrown back, eyes scrunched closed, nose wrinkling, smiling wide as your laugh bounced musically among the sound of lockers slamming shut and footsteps shuffling to classrooms. Time slowed, his heartbeat skipped- he had made you laugh a couple times, but never like that. And he wanted to. He had no fucking clue why, but he wanted to hear that laugh every day. He wanted to be the one to elicit that much joy from you, to make your nose scrunch like that, to make you smile so big that he could see every tooth. 

Recognizing this as a completely random and unnecessary train of thought, Eddie placed his headphones back on his ears as he made a mental note to learn where you sat during lunch.

Not because he wanted to sit with you or anything… he just wanted to know.

***

Nothing else changed until Wednesday.

You were sitting in your normal lunch spot- nestled in the soft green grass, leaning back against the trunk of the black cherry tree behind the school. You pulled your knees up to your chest and reveled in the way the springtime sunlight filtered through bright green leaves and tiny white flowers. In a word- it was heaven. And It was yours alone. 

Until the soft scent of freshly blooming flowers began to mingle with the scent of cigarettes and Irish Spring- a smell you were now beginning to instantly recognize as Eddie.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” You asked airily, taking a bite of your sandwich as Eddie leaned against the trunk of your tree, arm dangling nonchalantly. He smirked down at you as he surveyed what used to be your private lunch spot.

“I was wondering why I never see you in the cafeteria.” Eddie supplied, glancing up at the abundance of white flower petals that dotted the branches of the tree above your heads. It wasn’t a big tree, but big enough to provide shade with a trunk wide enough that you rested against it comfortably. “Cozy little spot you’ve got here.”

You smiled to yourself, answering through your bite of cucumber sandwich. “Yeah… I love it out here. The only downside is how easy it is to lose track of time- I actually didn’t wear a watch until I started spending lunches so far from the bell.” Eddie snorted, plopping down next to you on the surprisingly comfortable patch of grass. 

“I am amazed that you’ve been able to get through seventeen years of your life without ever wearing a watch.” he laughed before- to your horror- beginning to poke through your lunchbox. You swatted his hand away like you would an unwanted pest, but not before he was able to swipe the other half of your sandwich. Without pausing for even a moment, he bit into the soft wonderbread and before you could protest, he took a couple of chews then promptly screwed up his face and spat the wad of chewed-up sandwich at the ground. 

“The fuck kind of sandwich is this?” Eddie practically screeched, inspecting the insides of your cucumber sandwich with the utmost scrutiny. He peeled the sandwich apart, grimacing and holding the food gingerly between his thumb and forefinger. 

While you were certainly frustrated that he was currently mangling half of your lunch, you couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out through your words. “It’s a cucumber sandwich, it’s just cucumbers and this mix of cream cheese with a bunch of herbs and stuff.” Eddie’s grimace only grew into an expression of pure disgust with each word you said. “What,” you laughed harder. “You don’t like cucumbers?” 

Dropping the remnants of your now deconstructed sandwich back into your lunchbox, Eddie shook his head and wiped his hands on his ripped black jeans. “What I like are normal American sandwiches. What do you have against a classic ham and cheese?”

You smirked, taking a bite from an apple you’d brought to accompany your sandwich. “I’m a vegetarian.”

A second ago, Eddie had been disgusted. Now, he looked appalled. “I’m sorry to break this to you, but I don’t think this friendship is gonna work out.” 

There was a smile tucked into the outer corners of his big brown eyes, and you knew there wasn’t any real finality to his words.

You played along anyway. “Damn, another friend lost because of cucumbers.” 

Eddie’s shoulders shook in a silent chuckle, smiling wide and leaning in closer. “Okay, well now I need to know what happened to the last one.” 

“Choked on a cucumber.” you said without thinking, “It was tragic really, a devastating loss.” 

Eddie’s eyes widened just the slightest bit, his lips curling upward slowly.. After a second, you realized the blatant sexual innuendo that one could easily derive from your joke, and once the realization set in you also found it difficult to hold your laughter back. 

“I appreciate your restraint in not making a joke about that.” you bit out.

Eddie shrugged, throwing you a toothy grin. “It would’ve been too easy.”

You gazed up at the sunlight filtering in through the flower-studded branches and sighed, lips curling up to match the slyness of his grin. “You know what wouldn’t be easy?”

“Deep-throating a cucumber?”

Your grin grew, brightening your eyes and crinkling their corners. “Exactly.”

Eddie snorted, you cackled. The sounds were abrasive on their own, one guttural while the other sounded like the sort of laugh you only let out in front of family or friends who’ve known you long enough to refrain from judging you for how loud the laugh was. However, when combined, your mixed laughter sounded complete- like yours had been missing his and his had been missing yours, and neither had ever sounded right without the other.   

Laughter subsided. Eyes met, flower-filtered rays of sun creating distorted bits of light across both of your faces. A bit of that light hit Eddie’s left iris at just the right angle, transforming brown into the sweetest honey. 

Your breath stuttered, only slightly.

Eddie swiped the apple from your hand, taking a bite from the opposite side that you had bitten into only once. He relaxed into the tree’s bark, as if this were something you two did every day at lunch. Smiling, laughing, sharing food. You weren’t opposed to getting used to it. 

“So,” Eddie said around the crunch of crisp fruit, “you hang out with Buckley, right?” 

“Since we were kids.” you replied, a fond expression fluttering over your face. “You remember, she was there that Halloween where you attacked my bedroom window.”

Eddie’s hand rose to rake the hair back from his face, open-mouthed grin huffing out another laugh. “Oh man, that was so long ago,” he sighed, shaking his head. “That was Buckley? The bony-looking girl with the pigtails? OW!”

You gave him a jab with your elbow. “Rude! She was not bony!” 

“Okay, fine, gangly-” 

“She was an eleven-year-old!” You laughed despite yourself, shifting slightly to angle your face closer to his. “Everyone looks gangly at eleven.” 

“You’ve got a point, you were pretty gangly.” 

You sat up straight, eyeing him in disbelief. “There is no way you remember what I looked like when I was eleven. We didn’t even know each other back then.”

Eddie flopped over onto his stomach, balancing his weight on his elbows. “You always wore the same pair of red mary janes.” Eddie inspected the apple in his hand, twisting it in the light and admiring the way the sun shone on the waxy red peel.

“We didn’t exactly hang out, y’know… but I remember liking your shoes.” A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he smoothed his thumb over the red fruit. “They were this exact shade of red.” His eyes flicked up to yours, smirking at your expression which must have looked completely caught off-guard, because well… you were. 

“I, uh… I almost forgot about those shoes.” you nearly whispered. “I loved them so much, I think I really did wear them to shreds. I remember being heartbroken when my mom made me throw them out, but the sole was literally peeling away from the rest of the shoe, they needed to go.” 

You chuckled, shaking your head at Eddie’s astoundingly good memory. “How on earth do you remember those shoes?”

Eddie rolled over, one hand resting beneath his curls, the other still holding the apple aloft, letting it glint in the sun. “I told you, I liked them. Red’s my favorite color, you know.” 

You pulled your knees closer to your chest, relaxing against the tree trunk with a comfortable exhale. “Did you ever have something like that? A piece of clothing or pair of shoes you loved so much, you wanted to wear it every single day, never cared if it was dirty or not?”

Eddie thought for a minute, then answered decisively, “This jacket, probably.” You inspected his jacket further, the black leather slightly faded but definitely in good condition. He obviously took care of it, the zippers on the cuffs shone silver in the sunlight, and while the material was beginning to crinkle at the elbows, the wear did nothing to diminish the quality of the piece.

“It’s nice.” you said softly. “Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve seen you without it since we started high school.” 

Eddie smiled fondly, “My uncle Wayne gave it to me for Christmas one year. I must have been, I don’t know, fifteen? The thing was huge on me at first, but I’d say I grew into it nicely.” Stretching his arms up to the sky, he surveyed the dark leather until the face of his watch caused his eyes to bulge. “Shit, we gotta go, lunch ended five minutes ago.”

Frantically, you checked your watch too, cringing when you saw that he was right. Hurriedly, you shut the metal clasps on your tin lunchbox and a few seconds later, you were both on your feet and rushing toward the lunchroom doors. 

“Hey, um-” Eddie said, “If you ever wanna sit inside, don’t, ah… don’t hesitate to-” you turned to look at him, a half-smile playing at your mouth at the sight of this brash boy suddenly stumbling over his words.

“You saying I can sit with you?” You supplied. Eddie smiled, his face unable to hide his relief that you’d read his mind. 

“Well, when you ask so nicely, it would be a crime to deny such a request.” Eddie waggled his eyebrows to match his wolfish grin. You laughed, shoving him softly. You rolled your eyes when he opened the door for you, gesturing overdramatically for you to enter and bowing low as if you were an empress and he your humble servant. 

“And I guess if you ever crave the peace and quiet of my lunch spot,” you drawled, “I wouldn’t be too inconvenienced by the company.”

Dark eyebrows drawn together by a crinkle and a sarcastically serious expression, Eddie clasped his hands behind his back while he nodded his head. “Oh and I would hate to inconvenience you.”

“I know you would.” you nodded, matching his energy effortlessly. Both of your serious expressions cracked to make way for soft laughter simultaneously. You both arrived at your lockers quickly, your steps rushed out of fear for being late to class. The two of you opened your respective lockers, and the sounds of metal opening and closing rang through the nearly empty hallways. 

The moment you were sure yours was locked, Eddie called out “Hey!”, to which you glanced over your shoulder at him just in time for him to toss something in your direction, which you miraculously caught with ease. You looked down at your hand to see your apple, once bitten on each side. You quirked an eyebrow at your peculiar lunch partner. 

“You can finish it, I ate more than you did out there.” you said, but Eddie was already walking away, hand in the air waving you off.

 “Keep it, vegetarian, can’t have you going anemic on me.” 

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “See you, Eddie.” He spun around, walking backwards with his hands in his pockets and eyes on the ground after flicking up to yours for barely a second. “See ya.” he muttered, and that smile that caused his full lips to quirk up to one side was starting to become familiar in a way that made your chest feel full. 

Once you were out of each other’s sight, you turned the apple over in your hand, studying the bites on each side. You could see from the marks left by his teeth that Eddie had an overbite. That he must really like apples, because the bite was sizable, the opposite of tentative. You could see that the light shone a little brighter around the bite where the juice from the apple must have seeped out onto his tongue when he bit into the fruit. You felt a strange sense of warmth thinking about the flavor of this thing held in your hand still lingering in his mouth. 

Taking one last look at your twin bites, you lifted the apple to your lips, adding a third bite between his and yours. The sweet juice from the apple flooded your taste buds, and you felt something within you hum contentedly as you raced to beat the bell.

***

The cafeteria on Thursday was buzzing with the noise and energy of a hundred antsy Hawkins teens. Eddie plopped his ass down at his usual seat at his usual table, reaching into his pocket eagerly to grab the two Slim Jims he’d swiped from the pantry before rushing out his trailer door that morning. He remembered to bring a lunch sometimes, but most often defaulted to eating whatever slop the lunch ladies had to offer… if it was edible. Today, he had taken one look at the styrofoam cup filled with what was supposed to be chicken pot pie (it looked more like jizz mixed with peas and carrots, complete with a square of pie crust floating on top) and knew he would just have to deal with a growling stomach until he got home from school. 

He was just about to peel open the first stick of jerky when divine providence dropped a gift down on the table in front of him. He paused, surveying the shining tin lunchbox sitting on his table- black with a bright red handle, the logo for Star Wars spelled out across the front accompanied by the image of a TIE Fighter firing at an X-Wing. 

Eddie’s friends were already seated with their lunches at the table, and he followed their confused expressions to see you crossing behind him to take the empty seat by his side. The entire table remained silent. 

You proceeded to open your own lunch- a simple green and blue thermos that held what looked to be a mixture of beans and rice. You opened up the collapsible spoon that attached to the lid and looked about ready to dig in when you took notice of the deadly silence, as well as every pair of eyes trained on you. 

You glanced at the flabbergasted teens, then raised an eyebrow at Eddie. “Didn’t tell your friends that you invited me to sit with you?” 

Eddie’s eyes were wide still, but his open mouth turned up at the corners as he placed his hands on the Star Wars lunchbox, turning it this way and that under his appraising gaze. “Ignore them” He held the lunchbox up beside his face, puppy dog eyes shining in full force. “Is this for little old me?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Well yesterday, you pillaged my lunch because you’re obviously a starved dumpster raccoon,” you heard a snort a few seats down from you, though you didn’t look to see which Hellfire member approved of your sense of humor. “-so I made you your own. You can thank me by keeping your hands off my red beans and rice.”

“I didn’t know we’d have a guest joining us today.” 

The voice came from the head of the table where Rick had just taken his seat. As the oldest member of the friend group, Rick had inherited the coveted spot at the head of the table. While Eddie loved Rick like a brother, he couldn’t lie and say that he wasn’t just itching for the greasy-looking drug dealer to finally walk the stage in a couple months and bequeath that seat to Eddie. The rest of the guys already looked up to him- Hellfire was his, since Rick had never wanted any part in it, so from the moment he’d assumed the mantle of Dungeon Master last year, Hellfire had unofficially belonged to Eddie. Now, Rick was the only senior in their little group, so come next year- Eddie would be king of the table. It was small, and in the grand scheme of things it didn’t matter- but Eddie ached for that seat nonetheless.

You eyed Rick curiously, chewing on a bite of your rice and beans. “Eddie extended an invitation yesterday.” You raised an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly toward the senior. “Was I supposed to fill out an application or something…?” Your tone was light, joking. Rick’s eyes took you in, and it irked Eddie a bit that Rick seemed to think he had some sort of final say about whether or not you were allowed at the table- this was just as much Eddie’s table as it was his, right? What did he care if someone new joined your group for lunch every once in a while? 

Rick hmphed and relaxed into his chair, apparently deeming you worthy of keeping your seat. When he made no moves to answer your quip about filling out an application, you made a face and proceeded to continue eating your lunch. You leaned closer to Eddie, whispering to him out of Rick’s earshot “He always like this?” 

Eddie smiled, toying with the shiny clasps on the Star Wars lunchbox. “Eh, he has his moments. But I am far more interested in what treasures lurk inside this box…” His thumbs flicked open both clasps, then looked suspiciously at you through his overgrown curly bangs. “This isn’t a mimic, is it?” 

You snorted. “What?”

“Like, is this thing going to try and eat me when I open it?” 

Judging by the chuckles from a couple other tablemates, there was some sort of joke you weren’t getting. You smiled wryly and shook your head. “No,” you laughed, “hopefully it’ll be the other way around, unless you have some kind of aversion to homemade chocolate chip cookies.”

Eddie’s eyes widened before practically ripping the lid of the lunchbox off its hinges. You laughed at the excited little gasp that escaped him when he saw the ziploc bags holding a ham and cheese sandwich, two cookies, apple slices, and a little juice box. Turning those doe eyes to you, Eddie held up the sandwich like it was a precious commodity. 

“The vegetarian made me a ham and cheese sandwich,” he smiled. “Have I converted you to the dark side?” 

You rolled your eyes. “I can handle touching it, I just don’t want to eat it.” 

Oh. Oh that did not come out right. 

Eddie’s lips pressed together, cheeks ballooning with a laugh that fought to breach the surface. You, however, couldn’t hold back a snort. You braced your elbow on the table, forehead resting in your hand as you shook your head in disbelief. “God, that one was bad.” Your shoulders shook, laughing at yourself along with Eddie, whose laughter had burst forth after you’d given him permission with your own self-deprecating humor. 

 Lunch flowed smoothly from there- the rest of the table fell into an easy rhythm of conversation, and you didn’t mind the jokes that went over your head, the way these boys discussed movies you hadn’t seen and asked Eddie questions about his plans for their upcoming Dungeons & Dragons session tomorrow. Before you knew it, you found yourself feeling comfortable at the Hellfire table. Eddie tore his way through the lunch you’d made him, even going as far as to moan dramatically when he bit into one of the cookies. He’d rolled his eyes back and thrown his entire weight in your direction, going limp against you as he chewed reverently on the sweet confection. 

“Holy fuckin’ shit,” he’d groaned, a couple of crumbs falling onto his lapels. “Bury me in these cookies, I’ll die happy and regret nothing.” You’d laughed, struggling to shove him away while he made a show of dying dramatically only to resurrect, take another bite, then die again. 

People didn’t usually pay attention to the “freak” table during lunch, but if anyone did happen to glance your way that day, they would hear laughter tinkling like raindrops on a tin roof; see the seeds of a friendship beginning to bud in the most unlikely of places. 

A few minutes before lunch ended, you proclaimed that you had a question about last night’s homework and needed to leave a few minutes early for class. Eddie thanked you for the lunch, adding in a more serious tone that you really didn’t need to make him lunch and that he owed you for the cookies, to which you replied that he could thank you by giving you a ride home after Hellfire tomorrow. 

“I was already planning on it.” he’d replied with a grin. 

When you’d taken your leave of the table, Rick spoke up for the first time since your exchange at the beginning of lunch. “So is your girlfriend sitting with us going to be a regular thing now?” Other conversations at the table ceased, everyone’s curiosity piqued by Rick’s mention of the elephant in the room. Eddie Munson, bringing a girl to sit with his friends at lunch? This was uncharted territory. 

Eddie bristled. “Who said she was my girlfriend?” he narrowed his eyes at Rick, shoving his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. 

Rick leaned in, raising an eyebrow as his voice took up a teasing tone. “Oh you’re just buddies, huh?” Eddie nodded. Rick shook his head. “Nu-uh, nope. Not possible.” 

Eddie scoffed, struggling to mask his irritation. He liked Rick- most of the time- but he wished his friend would just drop the subject. “Alright man, I’ll play along. Why?”

Rick smiled smugly, relaxing back into his chair and placing both hands leisurely behind his head. “Girls and guys can’t be friends because the sex part always gets in the way.” 

Jeff, a brace-faced sophomore sitting across from Eddie, muttered “They were being pretty friendly with each other-” The venomous look Eddie shot at him shut Jeff up before he could say any more.

Eddie turned back to Rick, his trademark smirk painting itself across his face as he matched Rick’s arrogant air. “What, Rick, are you so deprived that you don’t know how to be friends with a girl without trying to get in her pants?” A chorus of oooooo’s fluttered throughout the table, and Eddie felt a surge of pride when a flicker of annoyance flared behind Rick’s eyes. All it did was amp Eddie up even more.

“Unlike some men, I’m able to hold a civilized conversation with a woman without turning into a neanderthal and drooling like a dog.” Eddie crossed one leg over the other, shrugging his shoulders as he crossed his arms over his chest. “It’s not just a man’s world anymore, gentlemen, I’m just keeping with the times.”

Rick shook his head, shoving his hands into the pockets of his faded denim jeans. “Whatever you say, man. But don’t tell me if she asked, you wouldn’t be all over that.”

Keeping his cool, Eddie shook his head and retained his cool composure. “Please,” he scoffed, “like anyone could handle all of this.” Eddie gestured to the entirety of his person, adding a hair flip for good measure. Even Rick couldn’t hold back his laughter at that. 

“Yeah, you’re full of shit, Munson.” Rick chuckled. Eddie placed his elbows on the table, chin resting on his fists as he fluttered his eyelashes at Rick, who laughed even harder and gave Eddie a shove. The rest of the table also descended into laughter, and all was well now that the tension between the two oldest Hellfire members had subsided. 

However, as Eddie exited the cafeteria with the rest of his friends, he couldn’t stop thinking about what Rick had said.

Girls and guys can’t be friends because the sex part always gets in the way.

Was that true? It was such an archaic way of thinking in Eddie’s opinion, and he had no doubt that men and women were, in theory, perfectly capable of having sexless, platonic relationships with each other.

But could he? With you? 

Eddie could admit that when he’d been a kid, he had felt those familiar pre-pubescent butterflies when you’d shoved him to the ground on Halloween all those years ago. But the confusing feelings of a thirteen-year-old boy and the effortless way the two of you had begun to fit together like puzzle pieces whenever you spent time together- they were completely unrelated. 

Besides, Eddie remembered the conversation you’d had last week in his van. How you’d said if someone like him were to start seriously dating somebody at school, everyone would talk about it. A friendship might make the wrong people take notice of you, and if that happened Eddie would handle it… somehow. He didn’t want to see you go through the bullying he’d had to endure his whole life. He wouldn’t wish that on anyone, much less someone he cared about. 

It hit Eddie then… the strange fact that he did, indeed, care about you. 

As a friend.

As long as things stayed that way, you could come and go from his little group as you pleased. You were free to be his friend when you felt like it, but could extricate yourself from him when it mattered. When it was dangerous to be a freak. You were safe that way; if by some crazy stroke of fate you decided you wanted more- decided to attach yourself to him publicly and seriously… Eddie couldn’t protect you from all the possible ramifications of a proclamation like that.

The decision had been made. As Eddie strode down the halls on his way to class, he concluded that he would be your friend. That you would be his, as long as that was what you wanted. And the sex part would never get in the way, because it would never even be an option. Even if he ever wanted that… he would never act on it. And there was no way you would ever want that either, so it would never be an issue. 

That was that. 

***

That night, you baked more chocolate chip cookies. You doubled the recipe to ensure that there were not only enough for every member of Hellfire to have at least two each during the session tomorrow, but also enough for Eddie to take the rest home.

And for some reason, you couldn’t wipe away the stupid little smile that kept slapping itself onto your face whenever you imagined Eddie biting into one of those cookies tomorrow, eyes rolling back in his head as he groaned about how good they tasted. Your cheeks warmed when you wondered if he would once again jokingly go limp against your shoulder, pressing into you with the full weight of his body.

 If he did, you weren’t sure you’d want to push him away this time.

Part 3

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #stranger things fic #eddie munson #friends to enemies to lovers #when harry met sally #eddie x reader #enemies to lovers #friends to lovers

[noface-phantom7]

Possession: BEyond WILLing

(Non-SCP short)

“Hurry up and jump in already!” Will insisted, in both preparation and his excitement, he had thrown his shirt to the side. He presented his bare torso to me, with arms open while he beckoned for me to do it. 

“This is the fifth time this week,” I told him with a slight snicker, though relented and started to strip my clothes off—to ease the process. It didn’t really matter that much, but to Will, it did. It made the entire thing easier, and much hotter “I’m spending more time as you than you do!” I added, though by that time, any clothing I had piled beside his shirt on the floor.

“Your fault anyway,” He rolled his eyes, then pointed to himself again. “It felt good when you did that, I know you liked it too, so win-win.” He smirked, and it was my turn to roll my eyes. 

“Fine, fine.” I dismissed him, already feeling the blood rushing down my member . He noticed it too, which only had him sporting the same under his shorts. I got into position, crouched low as if about to sprint. “Ready?” 

“Always.” Will grinned with a nod, I shared the smile, and to that I sent myself flying towards his body.

–

“Never.” I told my dad the first time he discovered I could possess people too, like him. “I promise to never use it for personal benefit.” He had me repeat the phrase over, and over, and over again until he was convinced. It was some latent ability men in our family apparently had, and I accidentally unlocked mine at age seventeen when my neighbor tried to catch me when I slipped off our roof. Instead, I slipped right inside of him, panicked, and called my dad.

“Only use it when necessary, understand?” He told me after, and I could only agree. He trained me how to use it nevertheless, mostly on our neighbor and his sons—though we stopped once I'd mastered it. I never knew the extent or history of it in our family. Dad refused to tell me even after I left for college, though it did not bother me much.

Now, at age twenty-seven, I considered breaking my promise as I watched my roommate emerge from the pool with his bare toned body glistening with sweat and water. We’d been roommates since first year, even now when we’re both already working, and I’d been itching to use my powers on him since the first time we met.

Will was a sight to behold, and although I don’t look half bad, he obviously put more effort in his body than I ever have and will with mine. He was tall, and broad, maybe the best looking guy I’ve ever been lucky to be friends with (a stretch, but close enough). I remember how many times I had to physically stop myself from just diving into his body while he slept, marveling at the idea of having such a body to control. We got on well, maybe because of familiarity, though we never were close enough to share secrets.

Now though, with only the two of us in here, the idea was more tempting than before. I even had to bring both hands down to hide the sufficiently growing hard-on under my boxers. Briefly, I stared at my hands and imagined the last time I used my powers, a week ago, to secretly help a newbie co-worker finish a report he couldn’t do. Then I stared back at Will.

I wondered, after all these years of using it with similar tasks, if I could use it for myself.

“Blinded by my abs or something?” Will approached, still dripping wet, and enough to snap me out. He had an eyebrow raised, and I found it much harder to control myself at his proximity. “Pass me that water bottle, please.” He added.

“Okay.” was all that I responded, then tossed him the bottle that sat beside me on the bench. My breath seemed to hitch in my throat once he uncapped the bottle, and chugged down the liquid from inside. I watched the water run down his throat, and felt the burning hot sensation within me spread.to the tips of my fingers.

Now or never, Rex. I told myself, watched him almost finish the bottle. I clenched both fists and leaned back a little, just to give myself an extra push before I did it. I stared until almost all of the water from his bottle had slipped down his throat, and once it did, I pushed myself forward—and jumped inside Will, through his chest.

My head and shoulders slipped in first, though I heard him gasp and drop the bottle in surprise. He grunted, and cursed as I squirmed in his chest until I got half of my upper torso inside his.

“W-what the..f-fuck..?!” I heard him swear, and felt his arms try to pull at my waist only to pull my boxers off. It freed the stiff beast under, and bumped against his own as I pulled myself in deeper. I thought it was my imagination, but I felt his own hard member brush against mine. “F-fuck, what are you do…ing?” 

I heard him groan, grunt, and even moan as I slowly pulled the last bit of myself inside him. To the outside viewer, it would look like Will’s chest and torso squirming against him, though I didn’t have to worry about that now. It was time to align myself.

First I pushed my legs into his powerful ones, and I felt the sensations rushing back as I took control. I stretched and kicked in order to test them, and was not disappointed—though the next part was undoubtedly my favorite: pushing my own rod into his.

Normally I did not do it with most of the people I possessed, but Will is an exception. And if I wanted to have the most time using his body, this was crucial. I felt him moan outside, and I did too inside him as I aligned my six-inches into his own nine. He was already hard which made it easier to push in, to my surprise.

The amplified sensations that rushed into me at that moment was almost enough to bring me, or us, to the edge. I felt the sticky pre push out of our shared slit, and it only motivated me to align the rest of my body into his, starting from the abdomen to his wide chest. I felt every breath he took, every gasp he made, and it felt like we both shared the same excitement—a little weird, considering I had done this so much to others.

My arms came next, and I pushed mine through his as if wearing a coat sleeve, then down to his hands like wearing a glove.They felt powerful, and I couldn’t help but flex them though I could merely look through Will’s open mouth while I also slowly pushed my head up. Curiously, I brought them down to my new rod, grasped it and gave it a tug, only for us to moan at the same time—his own voice spilled out, though it mingled with mine as I hadn’t fully possessed his vocal chords yet.

Finally, right before the climax, I pushed my head fully into his. It wasn’t just the new sensation of being this tall and huge that greeted me, and not just the new memories that rushed into my head, but a huge spurt of our seed that somehow penetrated the thin fabric of the shorts I now wore. They pushed through the fabric, and sprayed up to my navel. Once I freed it from the boxers, it made another shot that splattered my cheek.

It was perhaps the most intense I’ve ever experienced, to the point that I fell on my butt against the bench—where I sat with arms to my side, still spurting two men's worth of essence, and my head thrown back while I clenched both fists and toes. Only Will’s voice echoed in the empty place, and I savored the sound of it coming out of my own mouth.

I hadn’t even finished yet, but I’ve already decided I was going to have as much fun as I could in his body, before I could even think of leaving it.  

I didn’t clean up the globs and splatters around me from the pool when I was done. Instead I ran a hand over my body to feel it up. Will’s hands were bigger than mine, and warm despite swimming the entire time. I massaged the sweat and water on my new chest, then my biceps, and then down to my abs. I basked in my glory, then left the pools to have some more fun elsewhere.

Finding the proper “Will” clothing was fun—I’ve spent so much time secretly gawking at him while he changed clothes, and it definitely was hotter seeing it reflected on the mirror by my own eyes. Combing through his memories, I found a few spots he frequented, and it excited me so much to walk in there, in his body, to have the time of my life. 

Needless to say, that wouldn’t be the last time I used Will’s body, and it even spanned days sometimes where I would only hop out once I wanted to take a break. It was so much fun, and I reveled being in the body of the man I’ve been thinking about sabotaging since the day we met. I thought he wouldn’t notice though, given that I could also alter his memories while I’m inside him.

And it was some time after the longest I went without possessing him, due to some work concerns, that Will confronted me the moment I walked in our apartment. He was completely naked, with a stern look over his face when he told me the words. “Do it again.”

I almost dropped the bag of groceries I held when he said that, and I tried to play innocent as I scooted around him to put the bags on the counter. “What are you talking about?” I asked.

“Don’t play dumb, Rex.” Will told me then, and he closed in on me while I tried to back away from the counter. At that point I had forgotten how much taller he was, and I felt little, powerless, against the body that I’ve grown accustomed to. “I know what you’re doing, you enter me in some way and then I’m stuck in the back of my mind while you’re controlling me.” He deadpanned, his expression unreadable.

“Dude, are you high?” I tried to chuckle and turn away, but he was there to block my path.

“I said don’t play dumb. I know you’ve been doing it to me for two months now.” Will growled, he drew himself up to full height and I felt myself quiver—and get stiff. “I need you to do it again, now. Please.”

I stuttered a little, perplexed, and watched Will avoid my gaze. Red tinted his cheeks, and I realized it was the first time I saw him flustered like this. “Why?” I asked, and tried my best not to laugh. For the first time as well, he felt less intimidating, and it was at that point that I just wanted to jump inside him.

“I–I don’t know,” Will hesitated, then sighed. “I suppose it felt good whenever you did it, especially after the second time. It was amazing.” He recalled, and at the same time I watched his member rise. I gave it a curious glance, to which he rolled his eyes and just nodded.

“Wait, so…” I told him, still slightly surprised and confused as to how he remembered it. “You’re getting off to…to me inside you?” 

“You make it sound like you’re fucking me.” Will spat, though there was less heat in it now. “But yeah, essentially. I can’t explain the feeling, it just felt great being in the backseat and watching you be me. While I felt everything you were doing with my body.” He mused. 

At that point I’ve relaxed enough to not lean against the counter. He stepped back arms wide as if presenting himself. I gaped at him for a bit, processing, until I felt a surge of excitement in myself—if this was what I thought it would be, then I’m in luck.

“So what you’re saying is you want me to keep possessing you.” I asked, and he confirmed with an enthusiastic nod. I couldn’t help the smirk from breaking out of my face at that point, it sounded like an agreement. “You understand you’re giving up all that to get off of it?” I added, gesturing towards his physique.

“I’m not stupid, Rex. And yes..” Will huffed and rolled his eyes. “These days I can’t even fathom not having you in me, it’s been a week too. I want you in.” 

My smirk had grown into a grin at that point, and I left the counter to approach Will. He returned my expression, knowing what was to happen next. “Ready yourself, then.” I announced, prepared to jump in.

“Hold on, take off your clothes.” Will held his palm out to stop me, to which I raised an eyebrow at. My clothes certainly wouldn’t stop me. “It felt better when you would do it without them.” 

“Okay?” I relented, and started stripping out of my work clothes. Once stripped bare, Will eyed me weirdly, and I prepared to launch myself towards him. “Anything else?”

“Try to do it slowly this time too, and face me while you do it.” Will grinned, and gave me a nod. It felt awkward, and I imagined how I would do it until I settled on pushing my legs into him first, and work from there.

I walked towards Will, who had his arms wide open and legs spread apart. I gave him a slight nod, before I pushed my left leg through his abdomen. He groans, I do too once my leg has found its new home. “Hmm, yeah keep going.” He said through a groan.

With solid footing on one leg, I pulled myself by the use of his shoulder to push my other leg in. He stumbled a little to the back, until I felt both my feet stand solid on the ground. 

At this point, both of us were already gasping, and slick with sweat—then came the most exciting part. Will seemed to pick up on this too, and through his labored breaths, he had a mischievous glint in his eye when he held my shoulders. I looked up at him for a second, and knew what he was about to do.

With his strong hands, he pushed half of me into him. We both made a sound at this, a mixture of an animalistic yelp and a groan that reverbed through our connected bodies. From his actions, I have been pushed in deep, and likewise my length had pushed inside his tool—which resulted in a spray of pre fluid from the tip.

Will’s moans were unintelligible, though it was the same as what came out of my mouth; it meant that his defenses were weakening and I was slowly gaining control. I pushed myself a little more, up to half of my abdomen.

Will was panting by now, and in one swift move, he surprised me by bringing one hand beneath me—through which, he started gripping and stroking our shared member. I felt myself squirm, causing him to grasp it tighter and almost stumble backwards again. I couldn’t stop him, and I was already going over the edge.

I felt the seed already climbing the base of my rod, yet Will wouldn’t slow down. I couldn’t bear the pleasure that filled our shared bodies, and I took the moment to shove my hands through his chest. He moaned again, much closer to reaching climax, I did too as I forcefully pushed myself through his chest until I sank within his massive torso fully.

“F-fuck, here it comes..!” I heard Will almost yell as I pushed my arms, chest, and head into their rightful places. It was at the exact moment again, like my first time, that my head clicked into place when I was blinded by a huge spray of white again—and it looked as if we were both saving them for this moment, because I felt it coat my borrowed broad chest while I was pressed against the wall, half-yelling each moan. 

The last of Will’s words lingered in my throat as I fully took over: “Make it worth it.” was what he said, all the while I spurted and shot until there was a sufficiently-sized puddle beneath my feet. It felt much more intense than the first time, or in every time I did it before; maybe because this wasn’t by force this time.

When I was done and had recovered sufficiently, my entire body was both glistening with sweat and sticky from the essence that sprayed all over my body. I rubbed them both all over myself, my entire bare body, and tried to think of what to do next.

I didn’t even consider hopping in the shower, as I enjoyed my new musk. All I could think of that time was that it had to be the beginning of some symbiotic relationship between me and Will.

– 

Back to present, Will’s body fully accepted me inside—as if the body belonged to me all along. There wasn’t as much resistance and I sank inside his flesh almost the same moment I made contact with it. Sometimes he wanted to take it slow, but he seemed to be in need of a quick hit now, that he even helped pull me inside, all the while he would grunt in pleasure.

I no longer had the quick rushes of memory, for it had almost stayed within my own mind, ingrained from the many times I was here. It was likewise customary for his body’s immediate response the moment I aligned myself inside him to get stiff—which we both enjoyed.

Since Will had me possess him in the gym, I couldn’t exactly handle it right then and there (though I had once, much to Will’s pleasure). Instead I had to go to the bathroom, where I usually did it in these circumstances, and as usual, admired myself in the mirrors within.

Like I always did, and from Will’s request, it was customary for me to take images and videos of myself while I piloted his body—for later purposes, he would say, and it always made me chuckle though I relented.

I pondered for a moment after snapping the picture, and thought of how a mere months ago, I had only fantasized using Will’s body as mine. I had been bound by my promise to my father then, but I knew better now. And to make everything better, the body’s owner had been extremely cooperative to the point he would sometimes beg for me to hop inside him.

It only made me laugh, my promise forgotten, as I looked for a stall to handle my business. I’m sure this counts as “helping” anyway—but like Will told me earlier, “Win-win.”

– 

(Please read comments)

#male transformation #short story #male possession #male to male possession #male body possession #malepossession #male tf #possession #symbiosis

[somerandommess]

Maxiel au.

Almost 2000 words

Inspired by something I had quite the laugh about ‘help I accidentally called my potential sperm donor sobbing and now he doesn’t want to do that anymore. What do I do’

content warning: mention of mpreg

As it neared the end of Daniels 30th birthday, he found himself sitting on the floor of his kitchen with his back to the cupboard. Micheal and Blake were there too, passing a bottle of scotch between them. Daniel stopped drinking a while ago but still had that level of drunkenness where his tongue was loose .

“Do you guys ever think about having kids?”

Blake, who was bringing the bottle to his lips paused and watched him dead on. Micheal did the same.

He felt uncomfortable under their gaze and shifted, trying to play it off as the cupboard handle digging into his back.

Blake put the bottle down, “What?”

Daniel looked away, “I mean children. Little sticky hand, snot nosed kids.”

Micheal grabbed the bottle and passed it to him, “Where’s this coming from DR?”

Daniel picked at the label on the bottle.

“I don’t know, I mean I’m getting older. I know my mum wants more grandchildren and I just- I thought I’d be married with at least two kids by now”

Micheal and Blake said nothing, the silence made him uncomfortable.

He likes children, he knows that much. He loves being an uncle, but sometimes he thinks about having his own little child to laugh at when they fall down. He was in a relationship before and they talked about children. He and the guy had been together for four years but he left when Daniel brought up kids. Daniel was going to propose, so guess he dodged a bullet there.

Sometimes he dreams about curly haired children running wild in his mother’s backyard. In the dreams they look like him but in a weird distorted dream way. There’s also a guy there with them, tall and blond. His ex was blond so he thinks it was him. Ironic.

He always wakes up sad from those dreams.

“You could get a donor,” Blake says. Micheal finishes the bottle and nods his head aggressively.

Daniel watches them wide-eyed.

“What?”

“A sperm donor, there are clinics in Monaco that do that.”

Daniel laughed, “You’re joking,”

Blake fixed his stare on him, “I’m serious”

“Mate I’m not having some random guys baby just because I want kids. What if he’s a ginger?” He tries to joke but his heart is racing a mile a minute. All of a sudden he’s stone cold sober.

A sperm donor? Really? Actually, it’s not the craziest thing. He’s not drunk enough for this.

Micheal chimes in, “Maybe you could have a F1 drivers baby. I heard some of them have done it. Or a doctor,”

“What if he tries to, I don’t know, reach out? Isn’t the point to be anonymous?”

Blake fixes his glasses, “Actually, some places ask if you want to meet the person. Or if you want to be totally anonymous. It’s up to you.”

“How do you know so much about this shit?” Micheal asks.

Blake shifts and tries to stretch out his leg, “I just do.” He pulls out his phone and starts typing something.

Daniel watches him cautiously, “What are you doing?”

“Sending you clinic options for you to research or go to, incase this isn’t just a drunken confession and you actually want to do this,”

His phone pings and he sees that he sent him three clinics close to him to try. His heart pounds. He’s just a semi decent artist, whose work has been featured in museums. He can’t even make a proper omelette without burning the sides, and he’s thinking about children? Christ, what was he thinking?

Micheal seems to sense the mental battle that he’s having and places a hand on his knee. “Hey, we‘ll support you no matter the choice”

“Yeah. You don’t have to go or do anything,” Blake puts the phone away, “but if you do, you’ll have Micheal and I to help”

Daniel feels his eyes watering. “Thanks guys,”

They sit in silence for a while. He checks the clock on the wall, 12:10 am. His birthday is over.

“I think I’ll go,”

..

“I’ll obviously be the favorite uncle,”

“I think Scotty just shuddered at the thought of that actually, and he’s like halfway around the world right now”

————

Two weeks later he goes to one of the clinics. It had the best reviews out of the ones Blake sent.

He meant to go earlier but a museum called and asked to feature some of his work in an exhibition. He couldn’t say no. They also said they’d pay extra if he could procure a new piece so he spent many nights coming up with something perfect.

He walks in and goes to the counter. The receptionist is an old lady with…brightly colored hair. She smiles up at him and he explains why he’s here. He’s given some forms to fill out and he goes and sits in one of the chairs.

As he’s filling out the form, his stomach twists. He’s actually doing this. He considers just running out but he made up his mind. He wants the sleepless nights and the early mornings. He wants this. It doesn’t help that he and Michelle spent an entire two hour call just looking at baby clothes.

A nurse comes out from the back and calls him into one of the rooms. The receptionist, Gertrude as her name tag says, smiles at him as he goes inside.

When he enters the office, the doctor gets up from her chair to shake his hand.

“Good afternoon Daniel, I’m Doctor Felix but you can call me Janine if you’d like,”

He shakes her hand and greets her. She has a warm smile and kind eyes. He sits in the chair and relaxes immediately.

They start talking about why he’s here and other important stuff.

Financial and living situation, the procedure, and the donor process.

“Some donors actually leave their name and contact info just incase the recipient wants to meet or needs support,”

She types something on her keyboard,

“Though most just stay anonymous. Are you interested in keeping contact with your potential donor?”

He shrugs and looks off to the side. He hadn’t thought of it. He thinks he’s capable of raising a kid on his own. And it’s not like he’ll be completely alone, with his Mum and Dad, Michelle, Micheal, Blake, and Scotty.

Maybe he’ll keep the number, just incase.

When they’re done, she sends him off with some pamphlets and a date to come back.

He heads out and even though Gertrude is attending to another person, she waves him goodbye.

————

When he comes back, he ends up getting the contact number for his donor.

Max V.

He doesn’t plan on using it. He knows the clinic will notify him something along the lines of ‘Hey, this random guy is taking your sperm thx for your service’

So he doesn’t expect to contact him or be contacted.

His plan doesn’t completely work.

He’s been taking these supplements to do something. He can’t remember. Increase the chance of it sticking he guesses. It makes his hormones act up and sometimes, like tonight, makes him bawl hysterically.

He calls Micheal crying and doesn’t even give him the chance to speak before he’s rambling.

“Mikey I can’t do this. A child? What was I thinking! I can’t even cook! What am I meant to feed a baby?,”

He hears as if he’s about to say something but continues talking, “And don’t say that omelettes and oatmeal is cooking. It’s not! What about my art? I’m going to have to stop painting. The fumes Mikey!”

He pauses

“I’m going to have to go back to traditional!” He sobs some more.

“Or maybe photography. I always liked that,”

He collects himself. Micheal stays quiet. He takes a deep breath,

“Im just overthinking, the stupid hormones. It’s only going to get worse when i actually get pregnant. Let’s hope this Max guys sperm knows what it’s doing,”

Micheal is still silent.

“Micheal?”

He checks removes the phone from his ear checking to see if he’s muted. That would be embarrassing.

The phone screen lights up and-

This is not Micheal.

The name reads Max V.

“Shit.”

He blurts out a quick ‘sorry’ and hangs up.

“Fuuuck”

He opens WhatsApp and creates a chat with Max V.

Hey, I’m sorry about that. I thought you were my friend Micheal.

This is the guy who’s going to take your sperm btw.

Daniel

He cringes. So much for no contact. The message gets blue ticked and then Max V. Is typing.

Are you okay?

Mentally?

And. Ok, rude. Just because he had a crisis over the phone doesn’t mean he’s not ok.

He responds

Yes lol.

Max V. Is typing. But then it goes away.

Daniel locks his phone and runs a hand through his hair.

“Shit”

————

When he goes to follow up with Dr. Felix, she tells him that his original donor declined.

“What?”

“He says something happened recently and now he’s no longer a potential sperm donor… for you”

He blinks.

“Excuse me,”

He pulls out his phone and opens his chat with Max.

Did you really cancel my appointment just because I accidentally called you crying?

You called at 1 am, crying hysterically. Forgive me if I’m having second thoughts

Fuck you

He locks his phone.

————

“He really did that?”

“YES! So what if the hormones made me cry? That’s normal. Ugh. Asshole.”

Daniel shoved a piece burnt toast in his mouth. He chewed on the charred bread. He should really learn how to cook properly. But what do Babies know? They drink milk for like…ever! He has time to figure it out.

Blake watched him and cautiously drank his orange juice.

“I swear, if I ever meet him, I’ll give him a piece of my mind,”

Blake set the cup down and looked like he was going to speak before taking another sip.

Daniel narrowed his eyes, “What?”

Blake shook his head but mumbled something under his breath.

Daniel raised his eyebrow and kicked his shin under the table.

“Ow. I just- What if you…met him? Not to argue but to hear him out? Make him reconsider?”

Daniel pondered the idea. He took another bite of his burnt toast.

It’s not the craziest idea he’s had. No, that was moving to Monaco.

“Yeah, I could do that,”

Yes. He’ll meet Max and demand his sperm back.

Wait.

He’ll word it better.

He pulls out his phone and opens the chat.

————

probably many errors in here

Can you tell I know very little about this topic? lmao

Max is still an F1 driver, Daniel is an artist.

Maybe I’ll do a part 2 lol

#maxiel #maxiel au #Gertrude is actually inspired by a lady I met at work #she’s like 80 and has bright orange hair #I want to be like her when I’m older #I don’t actually have plans to make this a long winded fic #But in the end he and Max get together obvi and Dan doesn’t burn food anymore #Scotty hearing Micheal refer to himself as the favorite uncle: #I sense a disturbance #also in the end #he ends up not needing the clinic for the donation #if you know what I mean #wink wink

[katyawriteswhump]

the power of love, part 14

Sorry about Sunday's empty post ☹️ I must've accidentally put a draft template in my queue because I am basically tired and rubbish and life isn’t the greatest right now. Anyhow.... Whoops and really sorry again!

Alternate ending S4: Steve has a habit of surviving near death experiences then getting sick for no reason. And Eddie and those fatal bat bites? After an impossible feat of mouth-to-mouth resuscitation from Steve, he’s mysteriously fixed. So, Eddie’s back to being banished, this time with Steve and Robin in tow. Eddie’s healing, but Steve isn’t… and life gets even more confusing, when Eddie develops feelings for Steve, which aren’t entirely unrequited.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 15

(also on AO3 here and as part of my steve whump fic series)

Eddie POV

When neither Steve nor Robin show up after ten minutes, Eddie begins to freak out. 

He, Hopper and El are still waiting for the car, out of sight among some ferns. Hopper’s getting antsy, muttering beneath his breath, while Eddie’s wriggling like he’s got ants in his pants. Which he genuinely might have, though that’s not what’s bugging him:

“Uuuuh, shall I see what’s taking them so long?”

“You do that,” says Hopper. “What’s going on with that guy? He could barely stand! How the hell could he…”

Eddie tunes out, retracing their journey into the trees, calling Robin’s name then Steve’s. Maybe Steve passed out, and Robin got lost searching? Somehow, he doesn’t buy it. A heaviness slows his feet, and his guts twist sourly. 

They wouldn’t just ditch him. Surely? Surely!?! 

Fifteen minutes later, he winds up where he started: “They’re not back?” 

“What do you reckon?” Hopper’s breathing hard and red in the face. Evidently, he’s been running in circles like Eddie has.

“This is for you.” El nudges Eddie and presses a scrap of paper into his hand. “I think Steve left it.”

“What? Where?” Eddie’s stomach clamps tight again. 

Her eyes stretch very wide. “Fell out of your pack.”

Turning the note over in his hands, his fingers stiffen, as if shrinking from the task, bracing for… something. In the event, he gets a literal slap around the face.

“You make me sick,” Steve wrote.

Eddie’s skin burns with the blow. Wow! This is why I never have and never freakin’ will write love songs.

“What does he say?” demands Hopper.

Eddie scans the note one more time, scrunches it in his fist. “I’d hazard a guess he’s gone back to Hawkins.”

“Goddammit! Robin’s gone with him?”

“I think that’s a safe bet.” A wobble in the back of Eddie’s throat finds its way into his voice. Because, boy, is he still processing.

You make me sick. 

What does that even mean? To be fair, Eddie did make Steve sick. More than once. But why the heck write… that. Would suck less to be dumped without a word. 

Thanks for the overkill, man.

“Don’t you even think about scooting off,” growls Hopper. “Your uncle would never forgive me.” 

Oh yeah. Wayne. The only person who ever actually cared about him.

Eddie plonks his butt down on the ground and waits for the car.

…

Steve POV

“C’mon, giddy up,” says Steve. He and Robin make their way along the muddy bank of the stream towards home.

“Is this some kind of race?” she asks. “While I’d forgotten your former life as a douchebag jock, you’re doing a stunning job of reminding me, and… Uuuuugh!” 

“Jesus Christ, what’s wrong this time?” He spirals about, plants his hands on his hips—he’d ditched the sling a while ago. 

She scrubs madly at her lips. “I swallowed a bug! Ugh, ugh, ugh, mega-gross. Eeeeurgh!”

“Maybe if you weren’t complaining, like, constantly, there’d be less opportunities for bugs to get in.” 

“You shut up, shit-bird! I could die of malaria.” She spits into the stream. “Ew! EEEEEEEW!” 

“Ssssh! Hop said the military will be crawling everywhere soon, or—”

“Eddie might hear?” His heart heaves a loaded thud. She looks back sharply, purses her lips. “You know, he could be lost in the wilderness, all alone. Being hunted by evil army thugs. Or bears! Did you think of that when you sauntered off?”

“I did, yeah. I left him a message saying not to follow.” He shades his face from the afternoon sunlight, which shafts between the trees. Also, he can’t look her straight on and say this: “It was kinda brutal, I guess. It was for his own good, right?”

“Oh. Riiiight.”

“You done spewing insects?” he snaps.

“Still heavily grossed-out here. Gimme a minute, ’kay?” She plonks herself on a rock, crumpling forward.

He mops his brow, strips his sweater, and takes the opportunity to check in on his bat bites. They’re still sore, the bandages a bit bloody. Nothing too fresh, though. For the billionth time, his thoughts fly back to Eddie. He hopes Eddie doesn’t get hurt and need healing while they’re apart, and… Holy shit, will he ever see him again? He ties his sweater around his hips, trying to make fumbling hands look casual.

“Steve? You okay?”

“Other than the fact I’m modelling a ‘shoot-me-now-why don’t-you?’ Hellfire Club t-shirt,”—and that I want to punch myself in the face about that moronic note—“I’m good, Robin.”

“You know what? I don’t doubt it.” She brushes her flyaway hair from suspicious eyes. “You’ve gone from death’s door to super-human speed in, oh, I don’t know—feels to me that we’ve been marching for a week. I think it’s been barely an hour.”

“Yeah? We got a long way to go then.” He starts off along the stream’s edge, forcibly slowing his pace. He senses her puffing, panting, then following on his heels.

“Look, Steve, this water goddess who’s pulling you back, whispering in your ear—”

“I can’t actually tell if they’re male or female. Does that matter?”

“Not in the slightest. So, your water… deity. Have they, by any chance, enlightened you as to some kind of divine plan? Or told you exactly where you’re heading?” 

“I got an idea where I’m going, yeah.” To the second place he died, swept away on that blood-red tide—even now, he sees it in his head, like a few frames of a horror VHS stuck on eternal repeat. “Where’s the best place for army generals with dodgy agendas to hang out in Hawkins? There’s never been an army base, apart from—”

“You’re kidding me?” She grabs his elbow, jerking him back. “The Soviet tunnels?” He nods, and her obvious dread has her dropping him like a stone. “No way! I don’t think I can go anywhere near without a major panic attack."

“I’m not gonna march straight in.” He’s already wandering on. Trouble is, now he’s said the idea out loud, it’s become real and terrible. And he’s gotta pretend like his blood’s not congealing to ice. “I don’t know how I’m gonna get in anyhow. I mean, the Starcourt lift is buried under a ton of rubble. I think Hop might’ve know other ways—”

“Oooh, I got a great idea. Let’s go back and ask him.”

“Yeah, real subtle.”

“Steve!” She seizes him again, twisting him around with a furious force. “I know you want to help El, but what can you ACTUALLY DO?” He shrugs before he can stop himself. “Rain? Lightning? How does that benefit us—especially in underground tunnels? Plus you’ve had literally zero time for practice. If we don’t slow down and come up with a decent plan, this is tantamount to suicide.”

“We? Seriously, Robin, I…” His teeth clamp his lower lip. Any moment now, he’ll tell her how terrified he is, how he really, really doesn’t want to get tortured again, let alone die; how the idea of anything bad happening to her is as frightening as any of it. “I don’t think I have much choice.”

“Steve,” she says, gentler now, though her grip gouges into his flesh. “It’s screamingly obvious you’re not thinking straight. You’ve been ill for days and now you’re in a funk, beating yourself up over Eddie.”

He yanks himself free, glares. “That doesn’t make any dif—"

“Bullshit! Trust me, however ‘mean boy’ your literary masterpiece got, Eddie won’t want you to do anything this dumb. Oh, and your resident gender-fluid angel saved your life. They’re not gonna want you to sacrifice it pointlessly.”

He opens his mouth to argue, then shuts it again. He laughs—not a particularly happy laugh, but not totally miserable either. “You win,” he says, kinda sagging with relief. “You got a plan, smarty-pants?”

She laughs with him, equally edgy. “I say we go to Lover’s Lake, wait till it’s dark. If that’s too dangerous, we find some hidden pool where you can practise whatever badass moves you think you got. Hopefully without the puking. It’ll be a bit like Band Camp. But for Magic. Magic Camp. Okay?”

“You really aren’t gonna be happy until I’m a bigger nerd that any of… Shit!” 

He’s been considering hugging her. Instead, he seizes her sleeve, dragging her down into a deep, wet gully. They land with a splash, crouching low, close. She doesn’t complain, because she’s heard what he has.

The distant sound of barking dogs. Likely, army search dogs.

“Dog barks travel for miles, huh?” he whispers.

“Possibly.” She sucks in a scared breath. “One thing for sure—those sniffy wet snouts can pick up a human scent from the next county.”

“We’re in a stream, Robin. They can’t pick up our scent here, right?”

She crinkles her nose, dubious. “Dogs’ sense of smell is pretty amazing.”

“Yeah? Let’s hope this bunch caught colds or something.” 

He’s now the one clutching her way too tight, and he half-wishes he’d ditched her with a bitchy note too. Though, not quite. She smart; he needs her, and she’s really has gotten him thinking clearer: 

“We head for Lover’s Lake. C’mon.”

…

Eddie POV

When the sound of the car engine finally reaches his hearing, Eddie feels almost nothing.

“Don’t move.” Hopper pitches Eddie a forbidding look and grabs El, keeping them low behind the ferns. 

An owl hoots. Despite the hollowness in his chest, Eddie silently cracks up. Seriously? Top secret government goons can’t think of a better signal than me and Robin? 

Hopper’s grip slides to the firearm at his side. He rises slowly. “Over here.”

Peeping between the foliage, Eddie can make out a limo-style saloon with blacked-out windows. A severe-faced woman in lethal stilettos climbs out. “Chief Hopper, I presume? I apologise for the delay. O’Sullivan’s got men everywhere. We must leave right away.”

Hopper, nevertheless, remains stood well off the road with Eleven, not rushing for the car. And Eddie? 

You make me sick.

Steve’s made it simple for him. He should cut his losses and take this chance of escape. Wayne would want him to. Apart from… Eddie literally can’t. What was it that Steve said? Oh yeah. That he was being stretched in the wrong direction. Or something along those lines.

Yeah, I’m feelin’ it, Stevie. 

Nothing supernatural, nothing hinky. You kill me that bad, Babe—even after you turned meanie-King-Steve and dumped me. Oh, and went back to goddamn Mordor without me! 

Gonna trust you had your reasons, and I’m coming anyway.

He turns on his dirt-clotted heels and flees as fast as he can.

Part 15

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tags: @estrellami-1 @kal-ology @finntheehumaneater (thank you, thank you, thank you!) If anybody else would like to be tagged on this fic or any of my writing, please let me know :) Reblogs, comments and likes also very much appreciated :) Thank you for reading so far :)

(also part of my steve whump fic series on AO3)

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[vampiricmycelium]

Day #6 of @redscapeweek | Baking/Mornings | T

Just some goofy guys. Finally, writing one where they're dating

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Scar wouldn't say it was a tradition for him and Mumbo to bake every Monday morning, but it did happen every week. Scar usually invited Mumbo over for the night, so he would be right there in the morning.

It wasn't as if Scar didn't want Mumbo to spend the night, regardless of their Monday baking. He loved being able to spend time with Mumbo as much as possible. Scar would always try to get him to come over as early as possible, so they could spend the day with just the two of them. Sometimes Mumbo got distracted with his builds or some Redstone contraptions, but that was fine. By the end of the night, the two of them were cuddled up in bed, asleep in the other's arms.

This morning they were both in the kitchen, having woken up around the same time. Coffee had been brewed, and their matching cups were on the counter behind him, Mumbo's mostly drank and Scar's still halfway full. The cups were of cats, the tails curling to make the handles. Scar's looked like Jellie and Mumbo's was a tuxedo cat. When Scar got them, he thought it was so funny.

"You know because you wear a suit a lot! So you'd have a tuxedo cat."

"I'd have one or be one?"

"Hmm. Either is fine. You'd be an adorable tuxedo cat."

"Cuter than Jellie?" Mumbo smirked, knowing exactly what he was doing to his boyfriend. Scar looked scandalized.

"The betrayal. Making me choose between two things I love." Scar giggled and leaned in to kiss Mumbo on the cheek. "It'd be you, but it'd be a tough battle."

They had laughed and kissed for a good long while after. Even now, looking at them made Scar think of the day he got them. It filled him with warmth. Being with Mumbo was so wonderful.

"What should we make this morning? Do you have anything you've been wanting to bake?"

Scar tapped a finger against his chin. What did he want to make? "How about lemon muffins? I have all the ingredients here to make them."

"Been a while since I had a good muffin. Alright. You get the ingredients, and I'll get the pan and other kitchen tools." They both nodded, moving around the kitchen to gather what was needed. Whenever they passed by the other one, they always leaned in for a kiss or let their hands linger on the other's waist. Or something else to touch the other one.

They knew not to linger too long. In the past, they could sometimes get caught up with one another that the baking wouldn't get done, or they'd forget something or even a few times, accidentally burning their baked good. At least they hadn't burned down Scar's kitchen. Yet.

Once everything was placed on the counter, cat mugs in hands, they tried to divvy out the steps between the two of them. Neither had a real preference for what they did, but Mumbo loved watching Scar use his hands. He'd measure things out for the both of them and then watch Scar squeeze lemons or mix the bowl, his arms flexing. Scar loved showing off just a little during these mornings. Having Mumbo swoon over him was always wonderful. He looked so cute blushing.

"You know, I think we make the perfect team, you and me," Scar told Mumbo as they filled the muffin pan. Mumbo had made sure to set two timers for the muffins, just in case they didn't hear one of them. "It's almost like we were meant to be together."

"Ah yes. The perfect baking duo. No one could do it better."

They both laughed again, taking the time while they waited for the muffins to bake, to talk and kiss and just enjoy the other's presence. When the muffins were done, they were the best thing they'd ever tasted.

Just as it was every week.

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[billyhargrove-s]

Lifeguard on Duty |B.H.|

a/n: sorry it's been a minute, life's been busy!

warnings; mentions of drowning, minor descriptions of drowning/near death (they're not too bad)

relationship: Billy Hargrove x Reader

word count: 1.7k

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Summers in Hawkins were brutal, some days felt like you were in the ninth circle of Hell they were so hot. Reason #1 as to why everyone flocked to Hawkins pool every single day, weather permitting. Reason #2? There was next to nothing to do in the small town of Hawkins. Despite there being a brand new mall for people to spend their time at, season passes for the pool were a lot cheaper to buy for their kids than something new at the mall every day. 

Meaning you were stuck babysitting your siblings every day. Watching them safely from the poolside chairs, on land, while they wrestled with one another in the shallow end. They’d learned early on to stop begging you to get in the water with them. Realizing that the accidental dip in the pool you’d taken when you were 7 scarred you for life from getting in. You shivered at the thought, vividly remembering the way water began to fill your lungs and how nobody seemed to notice until the last possible second. The incident kept you from even learning how to swim, and you made it your duty to avoid bodies of water at every cost.

Sweat covered every inch of your skin, and your bright purple one piece was clinging to you because of it. You had your eyes closed as you laid in the sun, and only opened them when you noticed a shadow covering you, two shadows to be exact. Your brother and sister stood over you, blocking the sun. 

“Y/n.” Your sister Monica said. “Can you get us some snacks, please?” 

“And drinks?” Your brother Elliot added. 

“Do you have snacks and drink money?” You asked, knowing they had conned you many times before. 

“Yup!” Monica said, popping the ‘p’ and showing a toothless grin. Elliot walked over to the swim bag, pulling out a bunch of crumpled ones, handing them to you. 

“Where did you get this?” You asked, looking at the wad of ones in your hand. 

“Mom.” Your sister said, shrugging her shoulders. 

“Uh-huh.” You said eyeing your siblings suspiciously. Deciding not to question them further you put your sandals on, preparing to walk to the concession stand. Your eyes found a golden chest and your cheeks grew hot. Consciously, you blamed the sun that was beating down on you, subconsciously you knew the reason was because of a certain lifeguard making his way out of the break room. 

Billy Hargrove was attractive, and he knew it. The way he sauntered out of the shade of the breakroom into the sun that magnified his looks for everyone watching proved that. Looking at him made your days a little more bearable, he was basically the reason you agreed to watch your siblings every day. Even better, he was heading your way. You’d spoken to him before, in school for a group project. While you weren’t best friends, it seemed like he didn’t dislike you like most people in Hawkins. 

“Y/n.” He spoke, his voice like music to your ears. So you’d admit it, you had a crush on Billy. So did the entire town. That was obvious by the amount of heads turning to watch his every move. The wandering eyes were currently burning a hole in your swimsuit. 

“Hi Billy.” You said, trying to play it cool. 

“How’s the water? You’re looking a little hot, you should probably cool off…” His eyes drifted over your body before falling to the water where children had resumed playing. You shifted on your feet, attempting to keep your cool. Was he complimenting you?

“I’m not a big fan of getting my hair wet.” You said cooly, refusing to tell him the real reason was that your near death experience from a decade ago meant you didn’t touch water deeper than a bathtub. Ever. It was embarrassing and you weren’t about to give the most popular guy in Hawkins that kind of information. “Besides, I like the sun on my skin.” 

“Can’t argue with that,” Billy said, gesturing to his own mullet full of curls that were styled to perfection. He eyed you seductively, before looking at the clock on the wall of the main pool house. “I’ll see you around.” 

With that he gave you a smirk, what seemed like a wink under his sunglasses that framed his face perfectly, and made his way up the lifeguard stand. You heard him yell at a kid to “stop running or be banned for life” but you were too focused on the short conversation you had with him. Attempting to regain your composure you made your way to the concession stand. 

Handing the person working the window your money in exchange for two sodas and bags of chips that were surely to get left out in the sun while your siblings got distracted by bickering with one another in the water. At least you’d have something to munch on. You weren’t aware of Billy’s eyes watching you from the lifeguard stand as you went back to your chair, only you never made it to your chair. 

Instead, you felt a force knock into you. Ultimately sending the items in your hands to the ground and you to the pool. There was a child practically sitting on your stomach making you sink. Your fight or flight response never kicked in, instead your mind went straight to when you were seven. Water filling your lungs and the top of the water seemed miles away. After an agonizingly long second, you began to panic fighting to get to the top of the water. Panicking made it worse though, and you were beginning to lose hope until a pair of arms wrapped around your torso and pulled you to the top. 

Your breathing was heavy as you broke through the surface. Clutching the shoulders of your savior you took deep breaths, trying to regain your cool once more.

“I got you, you’re okay Y/n.” The calm collected voice belonged to Billy, who was obviously trying to calm you down. “You don’t like getting your hair wet huh?” 

A short laugh escaped your lips, and you held onto him a little closer. Extremely aware of how close he was holding you to himself. If he had noticed, he said nothing, only taking you to the edge of the pool where he got you out first before following suit. 

“You okay?” He asked, his voice was softer than before and you felt like every single pair of eyes was on you, and you wanted to cry. Billy turned to look around, before blowing his whistle at the watchful eyes sending everyone back to doing whatever it was they were. The kid who was running had already been reprimanded, sitting behind the desk at the front gate and you noticed it to be the same one running before. “Don’t worry about them, just focus on me.” 

“I’m not okay.” You whispered. “I’m actually anything but, and the fact that my legs are still dangling in the water makes me feel like I’m going to be dragged in again and not come up.” 

“Let’s get you away from the water then,” Billy laughed softly before standing up and grabbing your hand to follow. Your siblings were sitting on your chair, watching as Billy led you inside. “I’ll need to fill out an incident report, but it shouldn’t take too long hopefully, but you’re more than welcome to stay inside with me afterwards.” 

“That sounds,” You paused trying to find the right words and settled on “nice.”

“So, you don’t know how to swim?” He asked bluntly. 

“Believe it or not, that isn’t the first time I’ve been dragged out of a pool.” You laughed pitifully, and he echoed it. “When I was seven I nearly drowned because I was pushed in by my cousin when nobody was watching. Scared me away from learning.” 

“Sounds like a dick.” Billy said, lighting a cigarette as he pulled out a clipboard. 

“He was, I don’t talk to him anymore. I think he was arrested or something.” You shrugged, scowling at the thought of your cousin. 

“You know, I could help you get over your fear of water.” He said, perking up slightly as he looked over at your form curled up underneath a towel, his lifeguard jacket draped over your shoulders. “I teach kids how to swim all the time.” 

“Yeah Billy but I’m a lot older than most of the kids you teach. Do you know how embarrassing it would be to have 4 year olds outshine me?” You asked him, laughing in disbelief at the thought of it

“Think of it more as a private lesson, we go at your pace.” He suggested. “Even if it's just a toe in the wading pool.” 

“I appreciate the offer but I don’t know…” You told him. “There’s a lot of fear of water that comes with me, and today didn’t help that, it won’t be an overnight miracle.” 

“Baby you doubt my skills.” He said with a chuckle, and the pet name he used sent shivers down your spine.

You thought about it for a moment. Billy, your crush, the guy you’d been ogling everyday of the summer was offering you swim lessons, even after pulling you out of the water like a wet rat. This could be your chance to get to know Billy, and get over your fear of the water. 

“Okay…” You said hesitantly. “But you can’t make fun of me.” 

“I wouldn’t dream of it darling.” He sent a wink and once more you shivered, pulling his jacket closer to your body, and adjusting the towel on your legs. Trying to play it off as being chilly, rather than his words having an affect on you. “Can you stay after we close? We can start then.” 

“I have to take my siblings home first, but I can come back.”

“Perfect.” Billy said, flashing a grin and putting his lips close to your ear. “I’ll see you then.”

His breath tickled your skin, and you could’ve sworn his lips placed a kiss on your cheek. You didn’t think about it long though, as you were now making your way back towards your worried siblings. Although, they weren’t worried about the way you almost drowned. 

“Is that Billy’s jacket?”

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