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joelslastofus · 2 months

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[SUMMARY: Preoutbreak: Sarah is in college and brings home a friend Joel is secretly attracted to.]

Smut, big age gap

“Don’t you worry, baby girl, you keep those pretty eyes on me, no one’s gonna see us.”

A few months into your freshman year in college you became friends with a girl named Sarah. She was sweet, funny and you both had many things in common. It was finally your first break after months of exams and papers and so you two planned to have a fun night out. Sarah had planned for you to go over her house that evening for dinner just so her father could meet who she would be hanging out with. She warned you about how her father would be asking many questions as any typical father would.

That night Sarah first introduced you to her uncle Tommy, he was friendly just as she had described him to be. Her father, Joel soon came out of his room meeting you all in the kitchen.

“There he is” Sarah spoke playfully greeting her father before turning to you.

“This is who I’ve been telling you about, please don’t scare her off” she whispered to him not noticing the way his eyes lightened up the second they landed on you.

“Nice to meet you, Mr.Miller” you smiled politely.

“Please hun, you can call me Joel” he stretched his hand out to you. Your eyes equally lighting up at the sight of him, you didn’t expect to be so attracted to him.

“You two studying the same thing?”

“Yes” Sarah quickly interjected.

“Just call me when the pizzas here” she quickly pulled you into her room as Joel and Tommy both watched you until you she closed the door.

“She’s cute” Tommy shrugged making Joel look back at him.

“College girls now huh?” Joel responded sarcastically before taking a sip of his beer and walking away. The only thing was, Joel thought you were cute too, hell he thought you were beautiful but he wouldn’t admit it.

“Pizzas here!” Joel called out to the room as you both came out laughing together.

“I want in on the joke” Joel said as he opened up the box of pizza.

“Sorry, dad you wouldn’t get it you’re the past the fourty mark” Sarah teased.

“Hahaha” Joel tone was playful before taking a bite of his pizza.

You sat across from Joel as you ate, you could see his eyes on you.

“So, what’s this party you lady’s are going to?” You looked at Sarah waiting for her to answer.

“It’s a club-“

“A club” Joel raised his brows.

Joel wasn’t used to his daughter partying much, in his eyes she was still his little girl.

“Yes dad a club, you know where women my age like to go and have some fun” Joel cleared his throat a little uncomfortable with the thought just because he knew what was out there. His eyes landed on you making your heart begin to race.

“Do you drink, hun?”

“Dad we’re twenty not fifteen!” Sarah interjected making Tommy chuckle.

“Sorry about that, my brother can be a little-“

“Overprotective” Sarah continued.

“It’s ok, my parents would be the same if they were still alive” your comment catching both men off guard.

“Oh it’s fine, it was when I was a baby. I don’t remember” a slight awkward chuckle escaped your lips followed by silence.

“I’m sorry, darlin’” Joel eventually spoke with sincerity.

You smiled at him and sighed.

“Well this pizza is delicious” you changed the topic quickly as they all agreed.

The next day you and Sarah planned to meet at her job and leave from there until she learned her shift was changed last minute. Sarah would be leaving work later than you and realized she forgot a pair of heels to change into. Last minute she asked if you could pass by her job to pick up her house keys in order to get her shoes for her. It was already eight o’ clock and you were dressed ready to go thinking she would be out earlier.

“Don’t worry, no one’s home you can just walk in and grab my black heels in the closet then we’ll go once I’m off the clock.” She explained over the phone as you pulled up in front of her house.

Once you hung up you entered her house and quietly walked towards her bedroom when you suddenly heard the bathroom door open before you could reach her door. You gasped to see Joel walk out of a steamed room with only a towel around his waste.

“Mr.Miller-oh my gosh-“ you froze unable to move as your eyes wandered down his wet chest before you caught yourself.

“I’m so sorry, I thought no one was here” you quickly looked away as he stood caught off guard himself. In a panic not knowing what to do with yourself, you didn’t notice the way he was looking at you. A black mini dress that flattered your curves, a touch of cleavage giving a peak at your plump breasts, Joel cleared his throat quickly looking away.

“Is there something you need?” He asked covering up his reaction with an irritated tone.

“I’m sorry, Sarah asked me to come by and pick up her black heels for her because she’s coming out of work later, I-“

“Well go on,” he cut you off just trying to get you away from his view before you could notice how hard he was about to be. Quickly running to her bedroom your heart raced as you checked her closet and didn’t find no damn shoes.

“Dammit, Sarah!” You whispered just hoping to finally leave from there. On your knees you checked under her bed not knowing Joel stood at the door way with the very heels you were looking for.

“Come on” you whispered reaching farther into her bed giving Joel the perfect view of your ass cheeks slightly peeking through beneath your dress. Joel stood still silently taking the sight before him, if you were someone else he would’ve taken you in the hall in that very moment….but you were his daughters friend…hell you were only twenty years old.

“Shit” you whispered as you stood up when the sudden sound of Joel’s voice made you jump.

“Looking for these?” You turned to him to still find him with his wet hair slick back, your lips parting but you couldn’t find the words to say.

“Sweetheart” he tilted his head dangling the shoes off his fingers.

“Oh-um yes” you walked towards him silently taking the shoes off his hand as he took a quick glimpse at your cleavage before you could notice. His damp skin glistening from the light in the hall, the two of you trying your hardest to keep your eyes off each other…to keep your hands off each other.

“I better go” you smiled nervously as he nodded still at the doorway. Slowly you slid by him, your breast accidentally brushing up past his arm as you practically ran to the door. Joel stood in silent watching as you walked out and closed the door shut.

“Oh my god” you whispered as you rushed starting your car and driving off as fast as you could.

“You ok?” Sarah asked as she sat in the passenger seat rushing to put on her heels.

“Yeah why?”

“I don’t know..you look weird” she looked at you with a raised brow.

“No I’m fine, let’s just get going”

“Ok, you’re sleeping over my place tonight right?” She asked as she put on her seatbelt.

“What?” You almost jumped at the question.

“Remember? You said you’d sleep at my place after? Girl what’s wrong with you? You definitely need a drink.” She chuckled before you pulled off into the road.

The whole night out dancing you enjoyed yourself yet you couldn’t stop thinking about Joel. You were anxious to see him that night, a part of you wanting to while the other half of you wanted to hide away from embarrassment. Sarah ended up drinking a little more than you did to a point where she began to stumble.

“My fathers….gonna kill me” she slurred.

“Don’t worry, lets eat something and get you home.” By the end of the night you had drank so little that you sobered up in time. Sarah was mumbling away things that you couldn’t understand as she walked beside you before getting into the car.

“Are you feeling a little better?” You asked Sarah twenty minutes into the drive.

“Yes, I just want to shower and get into bed” she sighed. Once arriving Sarah seemed to be a little more steady on her feet thankfully, quietly walking beside you she looked through her window to see Joel on the couch.

“Great, he was probably waiting up for me. He’s on the couch watching a movie” your heart sunk not expecting to see him the moment you walked through the door.

Joel looked over hearing the door unlock and watched as you both quietly walked in.

“Wasn’t expecting you two back for another hour” he leaned forward as he noticed you struggled to look him in the eye.

“Hi Mr.Miller” you whispered before finally looking up at him, the two of you locking eyes for just a moment.

“Hey dad, we’re just exhausted. Gonna head to my room, we’ll talk in the morning.” Sarah spoke with a groggy voice as Joel stood up and watched you both walk past him. His eyes couldn’t help but look at your back side when you suddenly looked back at him and caught him checking you out. He quickly looked up yet didn’t say a word, what could he say? Looking away you walked into Sarah’s room and closed the door.

“My uncles probably knocked out already, I’m sure my dads gonna sleep now that I’m home. If you don’t mind I’m gonna shower I reek of tequila.” You laughed and began to take off your make up. You could hear Joel saying goodnight to Sarah as she walked to the bathroom, the sound of Joel’s bedroom door closing before she started her shower.

With a sigh you changed into your oversized shirt still thinking about how Joel looked at you today. Maybe it was all in your imagination, why would your friends father look at you this way?

Sarah warned you she would take a while in the shower and you could feel your stomach rumbling for something small having barely eaten that day. Hesitantly you opened the door to a dark living room and no one around. Tip towing into the kitchen you turned on a small lamp searching for something to eat when you found some chocolate chip cookies.

“Yes” you whispered taking a bite into one with a satisfied sigh. Joel silently made his way out of his room and found you in the kitchen with your back to him. Once again he found himself with the beautiful view of your legs, Joel couldn’t understand this attraction he couldn’t ignore. He knew it was wrong to look at you this way but he found it harder and harder to stop himself.

“Enjoying that cookie huh?” Joels voice made you jump as you turned to find him leaning on the door way with his arms crossed. He wore a navy blue shirt with grey sweat pants that you of course noticed traced the print of his manhood perfectly.

“I didn’t hear you come out, I thought everyone was asleep”

“I’m sorry, darlin’ did I scare you?” He stood up straight and began to walk towards you.

“No, not at all. I just-“ you became distracted with the way he was looking at you listening carefully to what you had to say.

“Look about today, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were home and-“

“Mhm” he nodded as he continued walking towards you to a point that you began to back up.

“If I would’ve known that you were going to walk out like that-“ you noticed Joel cornered you back against the kitchen counter, his body close enough to where you had no where to go.

“Mr.Miller…” you whispered noticing his eyes wandered to your lips.

“Mhm” he looked back up with eyes that you found to be so dreamy you could melt. It was as if he didn’t notice how close he was to you or maybe he did and he didn’t care.

“I um…” you found yourself at a loss for words when he slowly and unexpectedly placed his index finger under your chin angling your face towards him leaning in and kissing you. In that moment you felt something explode within you, your body feeling as if it was lifted up off the ground before you slowly pulled back.

“Mr.Miller..Sarah-“

“I know” he interrupted in a husky voice.

“This isn’t right” you whispered.

“I know” before you could say another word he leaned in again kissing you passionately..this time you didn’t stop him. His hands held your waist and he kissed you more eagerly, a trail of kisses leading to your neck, he felt your body sink against his.

“What are we doing?” You whispered but he didn’t say a word, his lips covering yours when you felt his erection poking against your pelvis. Joel couldn’t control himself any longer, he pushed his pants far enough where his cock was exposed and lifted up one of your legs. The head of his cock brushing against your soaked underwear, he could feel the heat from your pussy calling for him. Joel looked down at you as he pulled your underwear to the side, allowing him to enter. You held your breath at the first feel of his cock beginning to enter you, grabbing onto his shirt tightly. With a crease between his brow Joel kept his eyes on you feeling how aroused you were as he fully entered with a quick thrust.

“Mr-Mr.Miller..” you gasped feeling how big he was inside you. He didn’t say a word, slowly thrusting into a rythm that made you drip down his cock. His eyes never left yours as he fucked you, he knew he shouldn’t have been doing this but it felt so fucking good. You could hear Sarah still in the shower, you couldn’t believe what you were doing. How the hell did you end up having sex standing up with your friends father in the kitchen.

Joel held your leg up leaning his face now against your neck as his breathing grew heavier. Your eyes rolling back with your fingers through his curls, you moaned with him beginning to thrust harder.

“Fuck” he lifted his head as sweat built up making his curls stick to his forehead.

“That feels so good” you whispered breathlessly looking up at him as if you were begging for more.

“It do, don’t it?” He grunted before leaning in to kiss you again. He moved faster as your nails dug into his shoulder blades with each deep stroke.

He caught you looking over his shoulder afraid Tommy would come out at any point.

“Don’t you worry, baby girl, you keep those pretty eyes on me, no one’s gonna see us” he panted.

You nodded trusting his word.

Joel continued to push harder almost making you lose your balance on one foot. You gasped but he held you in place not letting you move.

“I got you, darlin’ you’re not going anywhere” he assured you. You moaned feeling his balls slap against you when an unexpected squeal left your lips as he abruptly pulled out and came hard.

“Fuck” his cum dripping down his hand onto the floor. You gasped leaning back onto the counter as you watched him finish off when the sound of the water being shut off distracted you.

“Shit, she’s coming out-“

“Fuck” Joel still out of breath rushed cleaning up as you ran to the room with your heart racing. Minutes later Sarah entered to find you pretending to be half asleep in bed.

“Sorry I took long” she sighed.

“It’s ok” you sat up wanting to rush to the bathroom.

“Just gonna wash up quick and get back to bed” she nodded and lay back in her bed ready to fall asleep.

That night you and Joel couldn’t sleep, awake in your own beds thinking about what you had just done. Joel had never done anything like this before, not with a friend of his daughters.

What the hell would Sarah think?

Then Joel thought about what must’ve been going through your head. Here you were cornered by a man twice your age and seduced, the last thing he wanted was to make you feel uncomfortable in any way.

The next morning you and Sarah came out to find Tommy had made eveyone a big breakfast. Joel sat at the table as you sat next to Sarah.

You couldn’t look up, your face down staring into your plate the whole time while Joel couldn’t help but glance at you any chance he could get.

“So how was your night ladies?” Tommy asked making you look up.

Oh your night was just great, an unexpected quickie with your friends father but that’s all. You couldn’t help but think sarcastically to yourself.

“It was fun just never drinking tequila again” Sarah chuckled.

“How about you” Tommy asked you but you weren’t paying attention.

“Hey” Sarah nudged you catching your attention.

“What was it, sorry” You smiled awkwardly at Tommy.

“I asked how was your night, how’d you like tequila?”

“Oh no, I barely drank” Joel looked at you as he ate his eggs.

“Oh so she’s a good girl, maybe you can learn a thing or two from her, Sarah” Tommy teased.

“Uncle Tommy, you shouldn’t talk” she teased back.

“Alright alright, got me there” Joel noticed your mind wander off again as Sarah and Tommy laughed together.

“Hey, you’re off today right?” Sarah looked at you.

“If you want we can do our nails, I got some new colors in my room and-“

“I um-sorry, I can’t. I have to go, I have um-I have somewhere to be” Sarah noticed how strangely you sounded but didn’t question anything in that moment.

“Ok another time is fine” she shrugged.

Joel felt guilty noticing how you were acting and was trying to find a way to speak to you without anyone knowing. As Tommy stayed busy on the phone in his room and Sarah watched a movie in hers, Joel caught you on your way out.

“Hey” he walked towards you by the door before you could open it.

“You alright?” He looked down at you in concern as you looked down at the floor.

“I’m fine”

“Listen, hun I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I shouldn’t have-“

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable. I wanted it as much as you did, Mr.Miller” you looked up at him, your words surprising him.

“That’s why I need to leave…I can’t do this. You’re my friends father and-it felt so good but-“

“But what-“

“I have to go” you quickly walked out not being able to say much more. Joel watched you get in your car wondering if he would see you around again…hoping he would…

#pedro pascal #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller smut #joel miller x you #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller fan fic #joel miller imagine #tlou fanfiction #the last of us fanfiction

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cuubism · 11 months

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I’m BEGGING for more “retired!Dream opens up a weird magic fey bookshop” au. Its so intriguing!

you are in luck. i wrote more

"So," Hob says, leaning in the doorway of Dream's study-of-sorts, "much as I love the recommendations, do you mind if I browse?"

He's taken, recently, to meeting Dream on the upper floor of the shop, bringing coffee and watching Dream label and sort his new books in incomprehensible categories. He usually gets some interesting book facts out of it, too, or strange little stories -- "this book washed up on the Sardinian shore some years ago", "this was signed by a long-dead author, I've been curious to see how long it will take for a collector to find it," "an old man bestowed this upon me on the eve of his death, it's the only copy in existence" and so on -- not to mention the pleasure of Dream's company. He is so odd, and so engaging.

Dream looks up at him now with a tiny smile that crinkles the corner of his eyes. "Of course. Find whatever you wish."

Hob has been wondering if Dream's serendipitous knack with books will extend to browsing, to random finds. Only one way to know.

He leaves Dream to his labeling and goes to wander the shop.

This time, he does get swallowed in Oneiromancy, where he finds Sleeping Worlds, a book about dream travel. Then he wanders deeper into the shop, passes categories like, "Cat Training," CLOCKS, "Mathematics: Easy -> Impossible", and, "♾". Of course he goes into Infinity, and picks up The Birth of Numbers, a book whose text starts in the center of the page and spirals outwards, font growing larger as the book goes on, and in another section called "Romance: DIFFICULT LEVEL" -- whatever the hell difficult means -- he picks up a tiny book that's just one line, one syllable on each page.

want

you

see.

God, Dream's shop is weird.

Dream finds him there some time later, deep in Sleeping Worlds. "I see you've had a productive day."

"Yeah, sorry, lost track of time."

Dream keeps looking at him with a little smirk.

Worry darts through Hob's stomach. "Wait, what time is it?"

"Midnight," says Dream, with satisfaction. "I've absorbed you."

Yeah, no kidding. Hob scrambles to his feet. "Jesus, Dream, sorry. I'll get out of your hair."

"No matter. This is what The Library is for."

Hob goes to hand him the books, and he waves a hand. "Keep them, I will get them back eventually."

Ominous. Great.

"Gonna break into my house and retrieve them?" Hob asks. He probably wouldn't even mind, to be honest.

"Nothing so alarming." He gestures Hob forward, and Hob follows, lets Dream walk him out.

It is, indeed, pitch dark outside on their shared street. Hob's supposed to open the cafe at 6. Whoops.

"Thanks for the books, Dream," he says. "And for. Ten hours of distraction, apparently."

Dream leans in the narrow doorway of his shop. "Of course. Come browse... anytime."

And he melts back into the shadows as Hob steps down onto the street.

Hob wonders if he's an idiot for wanting to ask Dream out. Dream is clearly some kind of other thing, and hanging around him did kind of get Hob cursed. But the way he bites his lip when he's making notes in books is so cute. His unerring ability to make perfect book selections is both strange and endearing -- even the books Hob had picked up on his own had been exactly what he hadn't known he was looking for. Hob's heart picks up every time he steps into the cafe.

But if he's to ask out Dream, his own personal weird bookshop creature, he has to do it right.

And he knows how.

The next time Dream comes in for coffee, Hob sits down across from him and hands him a book. Dream looks at it in surprise, and Hob has the sudden thought that as the all-powerful selector of tomes, he probably isn't gifted books himself.

The book is called, Broken Hands. Hob had pulled it off his own shelf. Dream doesn't ask him what it is, instead he flips open the cover and reads, as Hob had hoped he would.

The first page of Broken Hands has the following paragraph:

Kissing her hand, he came to know himself. Kissing her mouth, he came to know them both. When they went onward, for now only in his mind, he kissed more of her, and more, and more, and then, he knew her. He wanted to know her.

Dream reads it, and looks back up at him. Offers a tiny smile. Yes, Hob knew he would get it.

"You have something you would like to ask me, Hob Gadling?" he says softly.

"You have something you want to answer?"

Dream takes a long sip of his coffee, but looks at Hob over the rim of the mug, a smile in his eyes. Then he swipes away the milk foam from his upper lip with his tongue and says, "I'd say that you are very foolish, to still wish to associate with someone who did, in a sense, get you cursed. But that I find myself grateful for this foolishness. People do often come back to the library, once they find it-- but they don't often come back for me."

It makes Hob sad to imagine--Dream the perennial custodian of The Library, shepherd of its patrons, gifting small touches of coincidence and magic, but always in the background, a bridge and not a destination. Meanwhile, Hob likes the strange books, but it's Dream he keeps wanting to hover around, to lure back into his own space.

He dares to take Dream's hand and squeezes. "...So?"

"I'd say that I'd like to get coffee with you, if you know a place."

Cheeky thing. "Yeah, there's a Starbucks a couple blocks down," Hob says, gesturing, and Dream chuckles. Hob's still holding his hand, and brings it to his lips for a light kiss, and gets to watch as Dream's cheeks tint pink. His heart lifts in his chest. So easy and light.

"You're gorgeous," he says, and that blush deepens. "I'd suffer even Starbucks for you."

"You would suffer much, then," says Dream.

"We'll get our Starbucks and wander around WHSmith and have a fabulous date," Hob says, and Dream's face goes through the most exquisite journey of horror.

"You demand too much," he says, faint. "You enjoy my suffering."

"Little bit, yeah." Hob's certainly enjoying the reaction.

Then Dream looks at him in challenge. "Very well," he declares. "You've set the date. Now you must follow through."

Hob can't even spare a thought to the distasteful activities he's now gotten himself into--he has a date with Dream. "So that's a yes?"

Dream smiles again, a tiny, pleased thing. "It is a yes, Hob Gadling."

They do go to Starbucks. Hob is treated to the glorious sight of Dream sipping a pink drink out of a long straw, which is so worth dealing with the coffee. Then he indeed drags Dream to WHSmith, where Dream stands in the middle of the brightly-lit store, spins in a circle staring at carefully lined book displays with wide eyes, says, "Hell would be more merciful," and bolts away. Hob follows him, laughing.

Outside, he finds Dream leaning in the shade of a tree, looking vaguely shell-shocked. Hob really shouldn't keep laughing at him, but he can't help it. "Were you traumatized permanently by the big chain store?"

"Yes," says Dream, but, despite the perilous adventure, smiles. "You are a cruel man, Hob Gadling."

"Nah. Just harnessed the fluorescent lighting to chase you back into the safety of my arms."

"Oh?" Dream pushes off the tree and steps closer, until he's standing just before Hob, close enough to touch. "Was that the goal?"

Hob takes the leap that's offered and touches Dream's cheek with a light hand. "Did it work?"

This close, in the midday light, Dream's eyes are almost grey. The shade of the tree dapples his skin. It's still odd to see him out of the contained space of his bookshop, of Hob's cafe, but it does make this feel more real. A part of the world beyond the spun-sugar story of their orbiting binary stars.

Dream rests a feather light hand on Hob's chest. Studies Hob from under his eyelashes. And instead of answering, he leans up and, with that same light touch, presses his lips to Hob's.

Hob revels in the mere touch of him for a moment, but doesn't let it stand at light for long. He takes Dream's face between his hands and deepens the kiss, sweeping his tongue into Dream's mouth, swallowing Dream's hum of pleasure. If only he could put into the kiss what he had felt when Dream had handed him Nightingales. A sudden finding of something long lost that was always meant to be rooted in his heart.

When they part, he makes good on a promise and does pull Dream into his arms. It feels like a great indulgence. It also feels right.

"Make me a solemn promise, Hob Gadling," Dream says against Hob's cheek, arms wrapped around his back.

"Anything."

"Never take me here ever again."

Hob laughs into his hair, squeezing him tight. "What could one possibly want from here when The Library exists?"

This seems to greatly gratify Dream, who preens in Hob's arms. Hob kisses the shell of his ear, then his cheek, then they part again, and he takes Dream's hand. "I'm glad you expanded your horizons with me for a day."

"And now I will shrink them again," says Dream. "Except for one." To which he runs his thumb along Hob's lower lip, a touch Hob sways forward to follow almost drunkenly as Dream smirks. "Come."

He starts leading Hob back in the direction of their quiet street, and far far away from any fluorescent lighting, and Hob follows, touching his lips fondly. And lets himself be cautiously, tentatively hopeful that this will continue spiraling up into something real, because he wants it so bad. Curses and all.

#hob brilliantly asking dream out by giving him a book that basically said 'i wish to know you carnally' but hey it worked!!#and i'm sure he will know dream carnally soon #3 likes and next time they get to explore each others bodies #bookstore cryptid dream #my writing #dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dreamling fic #thank u louise for the extra special british accuracy in this one XD it is essential that my silly drabble stories channel the TRUE #and ACCURATE experience of the united kingdom. i'll die otherwise

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koolades-world · 3 months

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Hello is hug deprived anon again (this might be becoming my name oh no) and I’ve had an idea

I’m sure we can all agree that mammon deserves all the love, especially because his brothers are too mean to him, they pretend they don’t love him too constantly

So, what if Mammon is away for a week, doing photoshoots or dealing with witches or something, and MC is moping because they miss him,, like, they keep turning to their side to whisper to him and then like deflating when they see no Mammon,, and like, reaching out on that side to hold his hand and then being confused when there’s nothing there, and then they realize :( maybe they stole his blanket from his room because it smells like him, so it’s the best substitute for Mammon hugs while he’s away

Maybe Beel (idk if any of the other bros would be nice enough to tell him) is texting him like “your human is too sad come back soon” and sending him pictures of MC doing this stuff

When Mammon returns MC jumps on him for hugs like “you’re home!!!!!”

Idk I think he’d cry

I think he would feel very loved and probably also cry abt it

What you think? What do you think he’d do?

(If you choose not to write anything about this no worries obviously) (but I eventually might lol I think it’d be very cute and make him very happy to have someone who really misses him when he’s away)

HI!! haha if you want and plan to request more, feel free to pick an anon name! or I could just call you something like hug LOL

wayyy back when I first got into obey me in like 2021, there was this one specific fic I read kind of similar to his idea where mammon was upset at be mistreated and mc stood up for him and it was this cute bonding moment, and this request kinda reminded me of that!! gonna try to channel it a little bit

this idea is literally so cute and I'd be happy to write it! it makes my brain like a cat who has the zoomies hehe enjoy :D

How Ironic

You watched agonizingly as the clock ticked by even slower than usual. You'd been trying to do some sort of work, or anything other than stare at the damned clock forever now, but you just couldn't focus.

It had been exactly four days, six hours, and fifteen minutes and counting since Mammon had left for a week long promotional photoshoot in another ring of hell. You had your sad, but sweet send off and you promise yourself that time apart might be good for you. After all, it always felt like you could never get anything done with Mammon around. Yet, here you were, staring blankly at a clock with a blank piece of paper and pen in front of you.

Finally deciding to throw in the towel for now, you got up from your desk in your room. A walk to a local convivence store was in order. Snacks and fresh air wasn't a combo you could pass up. On your way out, you passed the door to his room which was slightly ajar. You briefly had the thought to poke your head in and ask him if he wanted to come, before remembering that he wouldn't be in there. You continued your walk to the front door, where you put on your shoes and grabbed a bag that had a few necessities in it for the short journey.

Thankfully, you hadn't passed any of his brothers on the way there, meaning you didn't have to explain yourself or have them ask to tag along. While you enjoyed their company, they weren't Mammon. If you needed help, you could always summon one of them thanks to the pacts, but you needed this short walk to clear your head.

The air was unfortunately stifling and overly humid outside, making you glad you were dressed light. It was basically just your pajamas but when you went out with Mammon, the two of you did this every time. As you autopiloted to your favorite corner store, your thoughts wandered back to Mammon again. You wondered how he was doing and if he missed being at home. You couldn't blame him if he didn't and hoped he was enjoying his time away from home as much as you wished he was by your side.

Once you got to the store, you wandered around for a bit, debating what to get. After grabbing a small basket, you began to pile in various things that sounded good. Once the basket was full, you came to the realization that all the snacks were Mammon's favorites; hell sauce flavored instant noodles, Chaos Devil Cider and ginger ale to mix, Devilbee honey popcorn, and a variety pack of Devildom gummies. This is what he introduced you to the first time you did a snack run together. You decided, in light of this discovery, to buy extras for him for when he got back. You figured he would enjoy it and it was the least you could do to thank him for introducing you to so many tasty things you would've not tried otherwise. Once you checked out, you returned back to the House of Lamentation with a new skip in your step.

You made your way back up to your room, and passed the ajar door of Mammon's room again. Memories of the two of you together flooded back again, and you couldn't help but step in. Just being in his room was like he was really right next to you again. You couldn't help but sit on his sofa and think about how much you missed him even though it hadn't even been a full week. His absence made you realize how much you missed his presence. After a moment, you decide to leave the snacks you bought for him on his bedside table so his brothers were less likely to wander in and find them before him.

As you were setting down everything you'd gotten for him, you something caught your eye just about to fall off the end of his bed. After you picked it off the edge of his bed, you realized it was the hoodie he always wore around the house. It was faded from lots of usage and the strings were fraying. You knew it smelt like his cologne and his shampoo from all of the tight embraces he'd given you while wearing it. You for sure thought he would've taken it with him, but it looked as if he had thrown it off last minute and thrown it on his bed without looking back.

Looking around as if someone might be watching (which could very well be the case since Lucifer was notoriously quiet), you pulled it to your chest and deeply inhaled. Of course, there was the chance that it was dirty, but you couldn't care less. It wasn't anything you hadn't seen of him before. Since there really wasn't anything stopping you, you took it back to your room with you. You weren't even really that cold, in all honesty. It was more of the idea that he was right next to you since it smelt just like him.

You continued your night like you had before you left, just with his hoodie on. You were magically much more productive wearing it and you managed to get several things done. Usually, you would be chatting with Mammon on the phone at about this time to talk about how your days were, but he was unfortunately busy with something work related. Instead, you decided to send him a sweet goodnight text and send a picture of your set up with the food and the show you've been watching one episode at a time. Not expecting a response before you called it a night, you turn your phone off and focused on eating and watching tv.

Beel wasn't sure what woke him up first: his stomach or Mammon blowing up his phone. Sitting up in his bed, he peered at his screen, squinting at it. He had at least twenty texts from his brother asking him to check on Mc for him after they hadn't responded to his texts. He wasn't sure if Mammon knew they were probably asleep or if he was just worrying for no reason. Either way, he decided to check on them for him anways. After his kitchen run, of course.

After letting Mammon know, he got out of bed and left his room. On his way to the kitchen, however, he ended up following the smell of cup noodles to Mc's room. There, he was able to complete both of his missions. He snapped a picture of Mc fast asleep with a couple half finished snacks, then took the snacks. Mission complete.

Mammon was only halfway through the only kind of dumb business dinner when he spammed Beel about Mc. He was more worried than he would admit to himself about them. He knew it was probably nothing and that they had fallen asleep, but Beel was usually awake at this time eating anyways. The food was nice and he was the star of the show, but the dinner was much too stifling for his taste. Most importantly, it was cutting into his precious time with Mc, something he looked forward to at the end of every day. He loved getting to hear their voice after being away from them for so long. He missed getting to see them in person, but getting to hear them was next best.

As he was poking at his food, he finally got the response he was waiting hand and foot on. Beel had responded with just an image at first, so he scrambled to open it. He breathed a sigh of relief. It was a picture of his beloved Mc fast asleep in their bed. You looked so peaceful but your face was barely visible because of the hood pulled up over your eyes. After squinting, he realized the hoodie you were wearing looked oddly familiar. He realized that that was his hoodie, the one he'd left on his bed when he was late the morning he left.

He could barely contain his excitement and it must had been evident on his face since those around him glanced at him, and then between each other a few times. He saved the photo to his phone, and texted Beel back a thanks. As everyone talked around him, he debating asking to leave the shoot early right then and there. If he left right now, he would be able to make it home before you woke up. While he entertained this thought for a while, eventually he decided to stick it out since there were only a few days left. As soon as he was allowed to leave, however, he would buy you something with the paycheck he'd be given. Something nice, maybe a gold bracelet that would remind you of him when you see it. He spent the rest of the night thinking, then dreaming about you. He could only hope you were doing the same. (you were <3)

After those final two and a half agonizing days and many texts later, it was finally time for Mammon to return home. For now, he decided to leave his car parked just outside the house, since he may or may not have been planning to take you out to dinner later that day. As soon as he walked in the door, one of his suitcases in tow, something, or rather someone, attacked him with a flying hug. At first, he was processing the situation as Mc began to squeal and squeeze him as tight as they could into a hug. He wasn't really sure where they had come from, but he knew who it was as soon as their arms were around him.

"MAMMON!" Mc swung the both of them around, buzzing with excitement. "Diavolo, I missed you so much. I don't want to let go of you. If you don't take me with you next time, I might die of sadness and loneliness!" Their arms were around his neck, and their face in his chest. He finally let go of his suitcase and hugged them back. He held them close, shutting his eyes for a moment to take it all in.

"I missed ya too. 's good to be back." He, again, couldn't stop the smile from growing on his face. His brothers never expressed themselves the way Mc was to him in that moment, so he wasn't quite sure how to feel. They never seemed excited to see him, so it was so refreshing to see Mc visibly excited and made him feel truly loved. All their time apart was worth moments like these.

As MC was squealing, a few of his brothers began to gather around the foyer around them. Perhaps they heard them, or maybe they knew he'd be back today at around this time. Either way, he waved at them, still keeping an arm around Mc.

"Guys! Mammon is back." Mc nuzzled his neck, still holding onto him.

"We can see that." Belphie remarked, sounding unamused. Mammon's smile faded a little. So, they didn't care that he was back, did they? He should've expected that from them. Actually, they probably wished he'd been gone for longer with the way they treated him sometimes.

"I talked to you guys about this. I don't expect you to do what I'm doing, but you need to show him you're happy he's back. You can't lie, he's irreplaceable! I don't know what I'd do without him, and I missed him so much." Just like that, Mc's words lifted him back up. Suddenly, he was no longer upset that his brothers didn't care. He had the attention and care from the person he thought about the entire time he was gone. "Shame on you all. Don't expect me to talk to you for the next few days. Let's get your things from the car, and go upstairs. We have so much to catch up on!" Mc only let go of his neck to grab his hand instead. They dragged him back out of the house, shutting the door with their foot behind the two of them.

"Mc, ya didn't have to do all that fer me..." Mammon glanced back at the shut door. His brothers didn't open it, or try to follow them.

"But I did! You're my first man, after all. I really can't express how much I missed you and just saying it doesn't feel like enough." They reached into the trunk of his car to begin taking out his suitcases. Mammon moved them aside gently, not wanting them to do even more for him that he felt as if he didn't deserve.

Mammon was silent for a moment, then decided to go digging through his backpack for the bracelet he'd bought for you. He hoped it would make it easier to tell you how he felt. "Here, this is fer you." He presented the small, black box to them. Looking caught off guard, they accepted it and opened it carefully. Your mouth dropped open as you saw the golden piece of jewelry he bought for you on the drive back.

"Mammon! This is beautiful. Thank you so much! But, I don't understand why. What's the occasion?" You removed it from the box and held it up to the light to study it. Several small charms hung off of it.

"That's the thing. There isn't one." He took a deep breath and looked down at his feet before continuing. "I just... yer so good to me. Ya texted me daily, called me daily, thought about me while I was gone, and even waited fer me like that so ya could surprise me when I got back. Ya care, and I know I'm not the best with showin' I care and it makes me feel shitty. Thank you, fer everythin'. I really missed ya." He couldn't see how Mc reacted, but was essentially tackled into another hug again by them.

"Mams, you show me you care in little ways. Just because you don't say it, doesn't mean that you don't. You just being back here with me is more than enough." He immediately thought about how ironic the entire situation was. He never actually told them how he felt and treated them like garbage sometimes, and he thought it might've been pushing the person he cared for most away, but really, he never had to worry about that. he'd never considered that they could see past his inability to admit his feelings. He hugged them back, savoring the moment since this time they were alone.

"Thank you Mc." He held back happy tears.

"No, thank you! Thank you for always being by my side. Now, instead of actually unpacking, let's just lock the car and sneak back inside. Maybe they'll eventually feel sorry and come looking for us, but we'll actually be hiding right under their noses. It'll be like a spy mission." Mc giggled leaning back to see his face. Mammon let them look him in the eyes, glistening tears and all.

"Yeah, let's do that. We can watch that movie ya wanted to watch and just share headphones." He found himself joining in with the quiet laughing along to something he wasn't sure either of them really understood. Something he did understand however, was that he knew he was loved back by the one he loved the most, and couldn't ask for more.

#almost published this unfinished and with all the notes I leave to myself #wouldve been so embarrased #if i have a million ideas but no time i just kinda word vomit it all out so later me can use the ideas in the way now me intended #and so i don't forget lol #i'm very forgetful lol #hug deprived anon!#obey me #obey me!#obey me x reader #obey me beel #obey me mammon #grr had a whole battle with the divider the entire time I wrote #not proofread lol #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me mc

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stargazing15 · 2 years

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Mister grumpy chicken

Rooster x Wife reader & baby Nick

Warnings: you’re having a fight, very tired parents, will get fluffy

Enjoy!

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It was one those days, or rather weeks. Nick hasn’t been sleeping well for over a week, due to teething, a growth spurt and he learned something new. The first night Bradley was still home but just as most nights he didn’t hear Nick crying, so it came all down on you and as of the next day he stayed at base for the rest of the week due to training. If you got lucky you got 4 hours of sleep in total. Once you held Nick in your arms he calmed down quickly, but getting him back in his bed was not that easy and before you knew it your alarm went off, again. This was your whole workweek, getting up early to take Nick to daycare, going to work, rushing back to daycare, taking Nick to the supermarket with you, getting back home to feed Nick, doing the laundry and trying to play with Nick in between, bathing him every other day, putting him in bed, cooking food for yourself if you didn’t forget, taking the laundry out of the washing machine, clear away Nick’s toys which are shattered all over the floor and by that time it was also time for you to get in bed. And the next day it was the same all over again, since some coworkers called in sick, you drowned in work and didn’t even have the time for some small talk at work.

You didn’t know how you managed to survive this hell week, but you sure looked and felt like a zombie. And just like that it was Friday, you didn’t work on Fridays so could take care of Nick since daycare was pretty expensive. Even though Nick had been playing well and had slept a bit, he started getting fuzzy knowing his dad would get home today. But as it eventually got 5 pm, Bradley still wasn’t home, so you send him a text with a picture of Nick saying he misses his dad.

After putting Nick to sleep at 7 pm, you finally heard the front door open when you almost felt asleep on the couch.

“Bradley, babe?” You got no answer as he walked right past you straight to the bathroom. With all your heart you wanted to join him, but you had no energy left so you dragged yourself to the bedroom letting yourself fall on the bed, still wearing your clothes.

You got waken abruptly by getting poked in your side. “Nick’s awake, you go, I’m tired.” Bradley mumbled, you lifted your head up to look at your alarm clock, 20:25, time hadn't really passed and you were still wearing your jeans.

“Bradley, can’t you please check on him for once, I apparently still need to change, and I haven’t slept we-“ before you got the chance to end you sentence, Bradley interrupted. “I’m the one who has been working hard this week and we had night flights, so believe me I am the one who’s tired! I’m gonna sleep on base, at least it’s quiet there!” He almost screamed at you, hearing his daddy yell resulted in Nick crying even harder.

“Bradley, please stay, Nick…” You tried to reason him with tears rolling down you face, but he had already taken his bag and left. “I can’t do this alone” you whispered to yourself.

You were able to calm Nick down for a minute, but he felt you were tense and started wiggling and whining in your arms. You didn’t want to bother anyone, but for both your and Nick’s sake you needed someone to help you out.

“Please, pick up” you whispered in the phone with tears falling down on your cheeks.

“Y/N? Hey! How’s everyt-”

“Nat, can you please come over?” You interrupted her, “I can’t do it, Bradley… and Nick’s been having a hard time. Ssshhhh Nick, everything will be alright.” You sobbed and tried to coo Nick at the same time.

“Oh sweetheart, I’m on my way, tell me what happened.” As Natasha kept the line open during her ride over, you were able to tell her what happened. It felt good, finally able to talk to someone, so good that she arrived earlier than you expected.

“Woah, girl you look like shit.”

“Thanks," it was a complement compared to how you felt "can you take Nick over for a minute?” You asked while handing him over.

“Yes of course, I’ll try putting him in bed, you go take a shower, I think you might need one.” She was right, the hot water helped your muscles finally relax and for the first time this week and your head was just empty, no thoughts, no worries, just the sound of water.

When you got back to your bedroom to put your clothes away, Natasha joined you.

“I called Jake, he was busy chasing a nurse, so he’s still on base, Bradley arrived safely and was one ray of sunshine, I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s the matter with him today, but Jake’s gonna kick his ass in the morning.” She smiled.

“Nat, you’re one hell of friend, I’m so thankful you took me in as part of that big idiot family.”

“Hey, I’m the one who’s thankful, now I’m not the only girl anymore.” She said while hugging you, as you melted in her hug, she noticed your loneliness. “Do you want me to stay?” You nodded. “I don’t think mister grumpy chicken will mind that I take his place for the night.”

“Mister grumpy chicken” this was the first time this week you genuinely laughed. “I’m gonna change his name in my contacts to that. And I’m in for a girls-only sleepover, and Nick of course.” It was the first time this week that Nick has finally slept through the night, so did you. When you woke up and saw it was already 9 am, you hysterically ran to Nick’s room to find it empty, relieve washed over you when you heard his little squeals echo from the living room.

“I think a good night of sleep did wonders to the two of you, you look a lot better. Nick’s already been fed and playing like his life depends on it.”

“Thanks Nat. You’re the best!” You ran over to hear to give her a big, warm hug and immediately got interrupted by a giggling Nick. “Good morning to you too, come here.” You said while picking him up. “Nat, did you… did you hear something from Bradley?”

“Oh yes, Jake has had some fun already, he bunked with Bradley on base and Bradley is really regretting yesterday. He’s expecting you at the beach. Nick stays with me, we still have a lot to discuss, ain’t that right Nick?” You heard Nick answer with one of his cute “bababababa’s” “See, we’ll be okay? Would you mind if Bob came over? He misses this little goofball too.”

“No problem, I think Nick would love it, he adores uncle Bob.”

Since it was not that warm anymore, you put on jeans that hugged your waist nicely, a cute top and one of Bradley’s sweaters. When you arrived at the beach you got a text from Bradley where to meet him. Instantly your face lit up when you saw his new screen you had given him yesterday evening.

Grumpy chicken: look up and you’ll see me

When you looked at the beach, you couldn’t miss him. There he stood with a bouquet of red roses in one hand and a couple of fluffy blankets in the other one. Seeing him like this you got flooded with memories from the time you met him, feeling the butterflies all over again.

“Hi baby.” You said while joining him. He quickly kissed you, letting you know everything was alright now.

“Hi sweetie, I’m so sorry I was selfish yesterday. I, uh, got you these.” He said while he gave the roses.

“Thank you, but I rather have one of those” while pointing at the fluffy blankets “and you to join me.”

“Oh my god, sorry, forgot, come here. You look good in my sweater.” You joined him on the sand, getting wrapped up together in one of the blankets, mumbling a small ‘thanks’. It felt nice, your body touching his, nuzzling your head in his neck, feeling his arm wrap around your shoulder, getting warm inside just from being with each other.

“I’m sor-” “Shhh” you interrupted him. “Let’s just enjoy this.” You took his right hand that was wrapped around your shoulder in you right so your rings would touch. He got the message and kissed the top of your head, the two of you staying silent like this for a while enjoying each other’s presence and the sound of the waves, forgetting what happened yesterday.

“Can I still apologise?”

“Yeah now is okay.”

“I’m really sorry for my behaviour sweetie. You sacrificed already so much for us and I was just a dick to you, sorry I didn’t look at you and noticed how you were, Jake told me after Phoenix called this morning, he made me regret it with a cold water alarm.”

“You kinda deserved that,” you tried to imagine Hangman living his best life by doing such stunts, “it’s okay now, I should have let you know how bad the week has been, maybe we should get a babysitter more often so we can have some more us-time. We still need to learn, but that’s part of being parents now.”

“I’m so lucky with you, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You felt your phone go off, receiving an update from Phoenix and Bob. “Must be Nat.” You said while taking your phone, just then remembering you hadn’t opened your text from Bradley so it was sill visible on your lock screen.

“Who’s grumpy chicken?” You couldn’t help but giggle at the memory last night.

“You, you’re my grumpy chicken.”

“Seeing it makes you smile, I don’t mind it.”

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lowkeychenle · 10 months

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Try Me On [NJM] (feat. Chenle)

Description: FWB!Jaemin takes you to buy lingerie. You're surprised when he tells you to pick out one Chenle will like too, until you realize what his goal is. A few photos and a video call later, you know you're in for it the next time you see Chenle.

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3,073

Content Warnings: So much goes on here lmfao sooo public sex (Jaemin), phone sex (Chenle), one lil instance of a hand necklace (thank you Jaemin), use of the term Princess, Chenle calls them brats yada yada oh and unprotected sex (plz don't do this part)...and use of mirrors.......and taking pics and videos there's a lot okay

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x Reader x Na Jaemin

Author's Note: This is the second installment...so you should read the first part of the AU first, but the poly portion of it is kind of ambiguous right now? They'll get there eventually but the smut needs to progress naturally to that point (bc boo more smut right?)

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“Isn’t the whole point of lingerie like, you being surprised?” You furrow your eyebrows at Jaemin. “Plus, what if someone sees you with me?”

“You know we’re still friends in real life, right?” Jaemin chuckles as he walks into the store behind you.

“Male friends don’t usually go with female friends to try on underwear, Jaem,” you remind him, eyes already snagging on a few pieces you like.

“I’m a man, and you need a man’s opinion. Sounds simple enough to me.”

You snort in response.

“It’s not complicated at all, Princess. Plus, I paid them to close the store for two hours so you could find whatever you’d like.” His tone is so nonchalant, you almost miss what he actually said.

“You paid them for what?” Your jaw drops. “Jaemin, what the hell? What if they know who you are?”

“Money solves all problems,” he says. “Stop worrying. The clock is ticking and if I don’t see you at least 90% naked, I’m gonna make you 100% naked in the middle of the store.”

Your cheeks suddenly burn like you’re on fire. There’s not an ounce of humor in his voice.

“While you’re at it,” he pauses briefly, almost like he has to come to terms with what he’s about to say next, “find something Chenle would like, too.”

No way in hell today is happening. It’s completely possible you’re dreaming right now, because Na Jaemin just told you to pick out lingerie sets to wear for him and your other fuck buddy. It’s only been a week since you took both of them at once. Things seemed fairly normal after that—as in, they went back to having completely separate relationships with you.

“Didn’t know you thought of me with Chenle a lot,” you mutter, looking anywhere but at Jaemin.

“At first it was a little bit of an ego shot.” Jaemin’s honesty almost knocks you off your feet. “But it feels normal now. And I’m not going to buy you lingerie to wear for me and not think of the way Chenle has bent you over every surface of your house.”

“Jaem—“

“I never realized how turned on I’d get at the idea of watching you get fucked by someone else. You were so overwhelmed, Princess. It was sexy.” He runs his fingers through his hair, chest rising. “Pick some out for him, too.”

You clear your throat, trying your best to pretend his simple words didn’t have heat swarming inside you. If the offer was on the table, you’d take them both again. The pleasure was unlike anything you’d ever felt before, and you swear you can still feel it tingling inside you at the mere thought of them.

Jaemin prefers lighter colors. Pinks, whites, baby blues. He likes feigned innocence and purity, fabric that left little to the imagination but still covered you enough to leave him some joy in unwrapping you.

And even though you hadn’t ever dressed in lingerie for Chenle, you have a feeling you know what he likes. Blacks, reds, deep, royal blue. For him, you couldn’t really convince yourself he’d like anything more than he likes seeing you naked.

You pick out four to try on. There’s only one that might spark something for Chenle, but you aren’t completely sure. Jaemin would help you decide.

You head over to the fitting rooms, giving Jaemin a wide-eyed glance when he tries to follow you. The worker stops him.

“Sorry, sir, I can’t let you go in there.” She holds up her hand.

“Ah.” With a sigh, he reaches into his pocket for his wallet. He opens it and grabs a wad of cash, holding it out to the woman. “I don’t even think I’m really here right now.”

Reluctantly, she takes it from him and disappears toward the front of the store. You should scold him for doing something like that, but you can’t help but like it much more than you should.

Jaemin leads you into the room by the small of your back, closing and locking the door behind you. You’re not sure what to expect from him. There’s plenty of space to move around, and he sits on the bench on the far side of the room. You stand between him and the mirror, the skimpy shreds of fabric clutched to your chest.

“You want me to just…”

“Yep.” He grins, raising his eyebrows. “I’ve seen it all, baby.”

“It’s different in this context. What if they look bad on me?” You frown at him.

He scoffs. “(Y/N), in no world are any of those gonna look bad. You’re so sexy, you make me hard no matter what you’re wearing.”

You won’t lie—he boosts your confidence way more than you should allow. If Na Jaemin is calling you sexy, you have to be, right?

“Try Chenle’s on first. We’ll send him a picture.” Jaemin pulls his phone out of his pocket and winks. “Think he’s busy?”

You pull your shirt over your head. “He said he was recording with Donghyuck and Renjun today.”

“Let’s make his day a little harder, huh?” He chuckles to himself, leaning back against the wall as he watches you strip.

His gaze drinks in every inch of your bare skin as you remove the rest of your clothing. You try to ignore the dark look in his eyes once you’re fully naked, really try, but everything he does makes you crave him beyond belief.

The royal blue fabric is intense, despite the lack of material. It’s completely sheer, displaying your already peaked nipples without even a smidge of coverage.

“Fuck,” Jaemin mumbles, shifting forward. “You look so fucking good.”

“I don’t know about that.” You let out a small laugh.

“C’mere. We’ll ask Chenle.” He spreads his legs, and you already know what he wants you to do.

“Jaem…”

“Baby,” he whines. “Come get on your knees and let me show him. You didn’t mind both of us at the same time last week.”

You do as he asks, kneeling in front of him and placing your palms on your knees. Gulping, you patiently wait as he positions his phone to take the photo.

“You look so good,” he says, wetting his lips. “Wanna do one more pose for him?”

Against your better judgment, you nod.

“Put your ass up.” It’s not a suggestion.

You listen, turning around and sliding your chest against the floor. The hardwood is cold on your skin, but Jaemin’s sharp inhale makes you undeniably warm. With a burst of confidence, you spread your legs a but further, knowing you’re giving him a clear view of your pussy.

Jaemin grips your ass while he takes the picture.

“Okay, baby. Get one of the other ones. Hurry, or I’ll have to fuck you in this one before Chenle does.”

Blushing, you get up and grab the pink one you picked out. You barely have time to get it all the way on when Jaemin’s phone buzzes once, twice, three times.

He looks at the screen and chuckles. “Chenle’s mad at me. He said he wants to, and I quote, rip that flimsy fabric off of her and fuck her stupid.”

You’re so weak when it comes to them. Jaemin glances up at you, a dark look in his brown eyes.

“My God, look at you.” He clicks his tongue. “Should we keep playing with him? I think so.”

“We can’t stay here all day,” you warn him. “We’ve already been here for an hour.”

“Okay, I’ll give you the choice then.” He sighs. “You can suck my cock or you can get fucked while I send videos of us to Chenle.”

“This isn’t real.” You laugh, smacking your palm to your forehead. “Jaemin, we’re in public!”

“This is a closed room,” he replies.

His gaze rakes over your body.

“We’ll buy that one, too. Put the white one on and pick an option.”

Your logic doesn’t work when you’re around Jaemin. He offers to fuck you and you melt into a puddle immediately no matter where you are or what you’re doing. Your body knows he doesn’t stop until you’ve finished, and now you crave release.

“We gotta be fast, babe.” He unbuttons his pants as you put the white set on. “Please, please pick getting fucked. I’ve been so hard this whole time.”

If you’re going to commit to this, you’ll act the part, too. You put on the best seductive face you can, moving slowly over to him until you’re standing between his legs.

“I’m buying you all of these,” he mutters, shaking his head. “Too fucking sexy.” He turns you around so you’re facing the mirror, his fingers trailing up your bare sides and sneaking under the white lace.

You gasp when he yanks you down onto his lap, hands resting on your hips. He chuckles lowly, kissing from your shoulder to your jawline.

“What are you doing?” you ask breathlessly, eyes nearly rolling when his touch ghosts along your inner thighs.

“Just making sure you’re ready for me.” He squeezes your leg.

“I’m ready.” You grind down the best you can, living for the way he hums in response.

He releases you, allowing you to stand up while he pushes his jeans down. Reaching into his boxers, he pulls himself out of his boxers, stroking a couple times before he beckons for you to join him. You climb over him and make sure to face the mirror while you straddle him. The uncomfortable plastic of the bench digs into your knees, but as Jaemin slides the thin fabric covering your heat aside, you don’t even think of it.

“God,” he groans when he slides a finger along your entrance. “You must fucking love the thought of both of us, don’t you?”

“You might like it a little more than me,” you tease him.

You barely get the sentence out before he’s guiding his throbbing cock into you. Once he’s fully inside, every word you considered saying next has disappeared, and all that’s left is how good he feels. The stretch is a little harder to take without foreplay, but he allows you time to adjust.

“Princess,” he mutters against your ear. “You brought him into this. I’m being good and sharing, is that not what you want? Because I can just as easily keep you for myself.”

You lift yourself up with his guidance, moaning when he thrusts up to meet you on the way back down. He inhales sharply, grabbing his phone.

“Keep going,” he commands.

It’s hard to move in this position, so you’re not able to ride him the way you usually would, but the lack of mobility sends more wetness to your core. You’re desperate to take all of him. Focusing on his pleasure, you ignore the ache forming in your thighs.

His hand travels over the expanse of your stomach, and from the way you see him holding his phone in the mirror, you know he’s recording. You try your best to move faster, wanting to give the recipient of the video that much more material. He finds your clit rubbing it just enough to have you moan loudly and jolt your hips before he stops.

He drops his head against the wall, ending the recording and sending it to Chenle.

“How does it feel, Princess?” he asks, touch dancing along your collarbone. The soft fabric of his sweatshirt presses into your back, and you wish more than anything you could feel his bare skin against yours. He gives your throat a quick squeeze. “You’re stuffed full of my cock, and Chenle’s watching that video wishing he was me.”

You let out a weak laugh. “Jaem, are you getting jealous?”

He fully wraps his hand around your neck and tugs you back until he’s talking in your ear. “Careful, baby,” he warns you. “Don’t give me a reason to be.”

His phone vibrates with an incoming call against the bench, and you stop moving. You settle onto his lap even though your entire body begs you to continue. Jaemin answers, but he doesn’t have time to say anything before Chenle starts scolding him.

“What part of I’m recording with Renjun and Donghyuck did you two not fucking understand?” His voice sounds strained. “You fucking brats.”

“Keep going, Princess.” Jaemin pats your leg before returning his attention to Chenle. “She looks sexy in white, doesn’t she?”

You resume your motions, trying to set a steady pace while Jaemin rubs your thigh.

“Fuck you, Jaemin,” Chenle groans, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. “I don’t have a lot of time, and I’m hard as hell. Can’t believe I’m stuck recording while you’re fucking our girl.”

Our girl. You whimper at the words, and you’re not sure if the twitch of Jaemin’s cock buried deep inside you is from you or Chenle.

Your legs burn at this point, but when the signature FaceTime sound starts, you don’t dare slow down your pace. Jaemin feels heavenly inside you, and the thought of Chenle watching has you dripping down your thighs. You forget you’re in public for a moment, moans falling from your lips as Jaemin positions the phone in front of you. He uses his knees to spread you apart further, and he sinks a little further inside you.

Chenle has the perfect view of you riding Jaemin.

“You’ve always been too easy on her,” Chenle growls. “Play with her tits.”

You’re surprised Jaemin listens to the other’s command. He immediately slides his hand beneath the white fabric and tweaks your nipple. Your hips jerk and you’re so close to begging him to make you cum. You feel the high approaching, but you need more. His length is heavenly inside you, but it’s not enough to push you over the edge, and both he and Chenle know that. Your clit throbs, screaming at you to give it attention.

“She doesn’t get to finish,” Chenle says. “Fuck her until you’re done, but she doesn’t deserve it yet.”

You cry out in protest.

“She’s so pretty when she cums, though.” Jaemin pouts, moving down until his fingers tease your lower stomach.

“My God, please.” You move faster. “Please, I need it so bad.”

“Don’t you hear her?” Jaemin hums. “I always make my princess cum. What are you gonna do about it?”

His fingers connect with your clit, and you let out a much too-loud moan as your hips jerk. You move faster on top of him, wanting nothing more than to fall apart. Right before the high washes over you, he stops.

“Fuck,” you hiss, trying to get that feeling back.

Chenle’s breath hitches, and the sounds coming from his end of the phone tells you he’s fisting his cock right now.

“I’ll punish both of you.”

Jaemin’s length twitches inside you, and this time, you know it’s from Chenle. Warmth floods your legs as all sorts of images flash across your mind. You don’t want to be punished, but you desperately want to cum. Your body aches, and there’s an intense pressure building in your abdomen that makes your skin sticky with sweat and your core flutter around Jaemin.

Smirking, he finds your clit again. Almost like he knows what’s going to happen, he drops his phone and covers your mouth with his hand, muffling your scream of pleasure as your walls clamp down on him. Your vision turns white, and you barely notice what happens next between your delirious state and the way Chenle’s moans filter through the phone.

Jaemin pulls you off him and turns you around so he can look at you. You’re back on his lap within seconds, and he tugs you down until you’re filled with him all over again. He seems to have forgotten about the other man. He thrusts upward, nails digging into your hips to pull you down every time.

Another few seconds later, and his head is falling back against the wall with a thud as his warm cum fills you. He gives himself a moment to calm down, and then he grabs his phone. With your head buried in his neck, you shy away from the camera.

“Both of you better be at my fucking house in the next half an hour, understood?” Chenle’s voice is low and a bit scratchy. “I’m getting out of here, and by the time I get home, both of you better be waiting.”

“One more thing,” Jaemin says. He wraps his arm around you and lays you back against the bench. As he slides his cock out of you, he positions his phone so Chenle has a clear view of Jaemin’s cum leaking out of your pussy and gathering on the ruined lingerie.

“Don’t piss me off even more.” Chenle huffs. “Half an hour, Jaemin. I’m not playing with you.”

“We’ll see.” Jaemin grins widely, winking at his phone before hanging up. He tosses it to the side, returning his attention to you. “Are you okay, Princess? That wasn’t too much, was it?”

“I’m good.” You nod, closing your eyes. “We definitely have to buy this one now.”

He chuckles, helping you sit up. “I already paid for all of them. Did you really think I’d fuck you in it and then pay for it? I’m not a monster.”

You stand on your shaky legs, and he helps you remove the ruined fabric and grabs your clothes. Once both of you are fully dressed, he goes out to the cashier to get a bag. You put all four sets into it. When you see yourself in the mirror, you cringe at how messy you look. There’s no way that woman out there won’t know what happened in here—if she hadn’t heard you first.

You don’t look at her as you follow Jaemin out of the store. He flashes his dazzling smile at you, and you’re not sure why that sends a flutter to your heart.

“Guess we’d better go to Chenle’s, huh?” He raises his eyebrows. “He’s not very happy with us.”

“I didn’t even do anything.” You pout but nod anyway.

He laughs and throws his arm over your shoulder. “You were literally fucking yourself on my cock, babe. I think that counts as something.”

Even with your legs shaking as you walk to Jaemin’s car, everything inside you tingles with excitement at the thought of Chenle punishing you.

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captain039 · 10 months

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PART 9 Playing with fire

Alpha!Kylo Ren x omega!reader

Warnings: AOB, sexual, jealousy, slow burn, eventual smut, anger issues, swearing, harassment, needle usage, drug usage, dark themes

Previous part <-

I promise there will be spicy scenes 😂

You stared a little too long, eyes quickly going to over his shoulder.

“Look at me” he said and you darted your eyes back. You heard a knock though and jumped head leaving his fingers. You frowned looking to the door as the supreme alpha growled and opened it. You listened to them muttering before he turned back to you.

“Stay here” he ordered and left. You looked baffled, mouth hung open slightly as you huffed. You just got back and he already left. You sighed, shaking your head before looking around the room. It was a large dark office with a room off to the side and a door on the other. The office had a big desk with different screens, and a sleek black couch to one side. You peered in to the other room a big bedroom, this room would fit your apartment, well officer room the bed was massive, you wondered why one man needed such a big bed, than again he could do what he wanted. Everything was black except the sheets peering out from the quilt, they looked silky. He had a wardrobe, tomboy and another door. You glanced back to the entry door before going inside. You shivered a bit at the overwhelming smell of him and opened the slider door, It went to the fresher. You wandered to the other door and opened it, it led to the kitchen area. You walked in a saw little to no food and saddened a bit, did he eat properly? You cursed your thoughts and left the kitchen in a huff and sat down on the couch, surely he’d be back in five minutes.

You think you sat there for a good hour before you gave up and left. You looked around a bit, mainly trying to find the way back to your level and room. All stormtroopers and officers seemed to keep their heads down when passing. You were unsure why, had they never seen an omega before? You finally found your room and sighed falling on your bed. You quickly put on some scent blockers before going to unpack. Leo came over some time later and you told him what had happened. He sat in shock, mouth open like a fish.

“Can you not overreact!” You said groaning.

“You’re gonna be the empress!” He said in shock and awe and you cursed him.

“I’m not being anything!” You clarified again. Your words were not agreeing with your heart or mind. You say you weren’t going to be his mate like it was a choice. You were arguing with Leo about not being his mate till your door opened and said mate stood there.

“Why did you leave?” He asked ignoring Leo’s presence. You saw the beta gulp wanting to tuck tail and ran.

“You left for-!” You glanced to the clock.

“Five hours!” You finished and Leo chuckled nervously making you raise an eyebrow at him.

“I wasn’t going to sit there and do nothing, I need to unpack and do stuff!” You fought and you huffed at Leo who looked like he was going to pass out.

“Leo what the hell?” You huffed and he gulped.

“You know he is the supreme leader?” He whispered and you gulped slightly glancing to the alpha. For some reason all respect went out the window.

“Supreme leader, sir” you mumbled head looking to the ground. The supreme leader didn’t react to your outburst though.

“I apologise, I did not know how long the meeting was” he said bowing his head slightly and Leo looked like he just won the lottery. You glanced between him and Leo, wanting to slap the beta into acting properly and not knowing how to react to the supreme leader.

“May I request a few days to unpack my things and thoughts supreme leader?” You asked.

“Yes” he nodded in response.

“I will see you in a few days” he finished giving one last look to Leo before leaving. You and Leo let out a breath you were holding as you sat by him.

“Maker” Leo said.

“You’ve literally got him wrapped around your finger” you slapped a hand over his mouth making the beta frown.

“He’s force sensitive!” You snarled.

“He can’t hear me!” Leo pried your hand off and rolled his eyes.

“He literally projected himself in my room” you said.

“That is true” Leo muttered.

“I’m doomed” you groaned rubbing your eyes.

“I would like to be supportive in this whole situation” Leo began.

“However I like life” he muttered and you slapped him.

“He won’t kill you” you sighed.

“He might!” Leo sneered.

“I won’t let him” you rephrased.

“For some reason that does make me feel better” the beta shrugged and you rolled your eyes. Maker you weren’t ready for this.

You had a few days to unpack and get your working days back in order, it was difficult without the suppressants. People gave you weird looks even with your scent blocker, felt like a big rumour had come true and now everyone was talking about it. You didn’t see the supreme leader for a few days and you felt empty somehow, you hated the nagging that went on your head and you swore a few times your feet went in the direction to his room instead of your own. Like you said you kept in touch with your family every night, you spoke with your sister late at night, school problems, girl problems, crush problems, whatever she needed. You’d sometimes talk about your issues too, you didn’t want to burden her seeing as she had a lot going on in teenage years. Your grandma was doing much better and got sent home, she was enjoying home cooked meals and calling dad her carer. By the fifth day though you got worried, you hadn’t seen the supreme leader nor heard of him, had he gone off ship? You cursed yourself for thinking he’d run things by you, he was the supreme leader!

By the seventh day you were fuming with his lack of appearance and stormed to his room, your yelling at the poor officer on duty worked and he led you to his room. You stormed in ready to speak your mind only to frown when you saw a hunched over figure and heard light snores. You froze at the scene and stopped your rampage. You went closer slowly, carefully so he didn’t end up throwing you to a wall or something. You went by his side, his eyes closed and his face peaceful. You smiled all annoyance suddenly gone out the window. He didn’t have any fancy clothes on or his cape, his helmet was on the floor near the desk.

“Supreme leader?” You muttered, but got nothing.

“Ren?” You mumbled and his eyes shot open, he snapped up lightsaber turning on with a loud hum, you yelped and back away.

“What on earth are you doing here?” he sounded pissed, lightsaber switching off. He sighed closing the screens that were up. You wanted to snap back, but the exhaustion in his face stopped you. You went forward again as he punched the bridge of his nose and sighed. You made him flinch though as you cupped the side of his face and forced him to look at you. His eyes were wide as you did, green swirling in brown. You wondered why his eyes never went sith colour.

“When did you last sleep properly?” You asked seriously.

“I don’t” he brushed off, but your face hardened and he stayed out.

“Ate something?” You asked.

“Breakfast” he said and you pressed.

“When?” You said.

“Yesterday” he muttered. Your mouth hung open a bit and you sighed letting your hand drop to back to your sides. You headed off to the kitchen grumbling when you found no food.

“Last shower?” You asked clicking on your wrist data pad.

“What are you doing?” He asked standing up.

“Ordering some proper food seeing as you can’t take care of yourself” you stated with a huff.

“What floor is this?” You mumbled to yourself.

“Top i’d assume” you answered your own question.

“They’ll understand supreme leaders room” you mumbled more not realising how close the supreme alpha had come.

“Now I would re-“ you looked up finishing your order seeing him staring at you. You gulped slightly forgetting your place once again.

“You’re the first creature to order me around” he said, but there was no anger or annoyance in his voice, almost amusement.

“Before you were supreme leader I’m sure others did” you mumbled embarrassed.

“Not without consequence” he said and you gulped, but not afraid.

“You’re not afraid?” He said more in question and you shook your head.

“Should I be?” You whispered looking to him again, watching his eyes soften.

“No” he whispered.

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themultifandomgal · 5 months

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From 2010- Argument

2011

Part 9

The album is complete! What? And in 2 days we are going on the Chatty Man show to promote our album. This is crazy.

James haven’t gotten to spend that much time together. We’ve both been so busy so tonight I have made us dinner.

I sit waiting for him to come home, he should have been home hours ago now. Not wanting my food to go cold I decide to eat it on my own.

10:38 and James still isn’t home. Giving up I sigh blowing out the candle that I had lit and place the left overs in the fridge. I get ready for bed, trying to get to sleep, but keep glancing at the clock on James side of the bed.

I end up staying up all night, sick with worry to where James is. I’ve tried phoning him and it’s just gone straight to voice mail each time.

Eventually I hear the apartment door open then shut. Then I hear James foot walking up to the bedroom. I glare at him with wide eyes

“Where the hell have you been? I’ve been worried sick something happened to you”

“Sorry I was out with a friend. Had a bit to drink and then my phone died so I couldn’t text”

“You could have borrowed their phone!” I shout

“Keep it down. My head hearts”

“Unbelievable” i scoff

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please can we talk about this?"

"I'm tired James. I’ve been up all night and I’m meeting the boys to talk about our first single and the music video….”

“Of course you are. Your always with them” he mutters

“It’s my job! I work with them. Look we can talk tomorrow but right now I’m pissed off and I don’t want this argument getting worse" I leave James in our bedroom and grab my coat before leaving the apartment.

“He seriously didn’t come home till 9 this morning?” Liam asks with raised eyebrows while we’re sat down at Harry and Louis place

“And he didn’t tell you he was stopping out?” Zayn asks. I shake my head in response

“I don’t know what’s going on with him lately. He’s never home, barley talks to me. If he didn’t want to move in together I wish he had just said. I wouldn’t have cared, but he was the one who asked to join me in moving. Anyway enough about my love life, we need to talk about our first single and the music video”

“Simon said he thinks it should be What Makes You Beautiful” Niall says

“I agree. It’s catchy” Harry nods his head

“Ok so what do we think we want the music video to be like? Simon wants ideas”

“I say road trip” Niall says

“I was gonna say we should film at the beach” Zayn says

“Why not merge the two together” I raise an eyebrow

“I ain’t filming in the UK. The water will be to cold” Louis shakes his head making me chuckle.

#harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #harry styles x oc #harry styles fanfic rec #harry styles fanfiction #6th one direction member #one direction x reader #sixth one direction member #one direction

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Backyard Boy Part 2

Rodrick Heffley x Reader

Word Count: 3,000+

Summary: You and Rodrick go ok that long await ice cream and skate ‘date’, it’s not a date though well okay maybe it is. A friend date, you can go on dates with your friends right…?

Part 2

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I lay in my bed staring blankly at my ceiling, the room was dark but slowly being illuminated by the rising sun. I knew that it was already nearing eight a.m. and that I hadn’t slept a wink last night. At first, I thought me and Rodricks hang out tomorrow, wait no that's today, was just a simple meeting between friends. My mom on the other hand doesn’t believe that, she asked so many questions and gushed about how I already had a date. Now that she brought it up this hangout is seeming more and more like a date.

I groaned and covered my face with my hands, trying and failing to pretend that it wasn’t already morning. I knew that I had to get up in a few hours and that I had stuff I needed to do before then. I forced myself to sit up and climb out of bed, I shivered once my feet hit the cold hardwood floor and quickly put on my house shoes. With a yawn I undressed and got ready to take a shower, I hopped in without checking the temperature and I was jolted wide awake. I adjusted the temperature and quickly warmed up, at least I was more awake and conscious of what was going on.

By the time I had gotten out of the shower, it was a few minutes past eight-thirty, I now sat at the kitchen counter eating breakfast. Homemade french toast and a glass of sweet vanilla almond milk, way better than normal milk I’d say. Despite it being eight a.m. on a Saturday I knew both my parents were out of work already, Dad was always in and out of the house since he was almost always on call at the station. Whilst mom’s job just had a weird work week, who the hell works Friday through Tuesday? I don’t even know what she does anymore since we moved, just that she’s out for hours at a time on the weekend.

I finished my breakfast and decided to start on chores early, so it wouldn’t be a problem later. I grabbed my ipod and started to clean with my epic playlist ‘Doghouse Jams’, it was chaotic but it was perfect for practically any mood. I nodded my head to the music blaring through my earbuds as I cleaned the dishes from breakfast and whatever meal my parents ate last night, they probably came in late and ate the leftover lasagna from last week. Regardless I scrubbed and rinsed away the leftover food bits and put the plates onto the drying rack, eventually the sink was empty so I switched sponges and started cleaning off the counters. I had spilled a bit of syrup and cinnamon on the counter, so I might as well get the rest of the counters while I’m already cleaning them.

It only took half an hour to finish up in the kitchen, so I decided to just hang out on the couch for a bit and let the rest of my playlist play. It was still only nine a.m. so I had a little over two hours before I could even think about getting ready to leave. I let out a sigh and snuggled deeply into the couch, I let my eyes flutter shut. I would just rest my eyes for a bit to waste some time.

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I awoke with a yawn, as I sat up with a stretch. I felt incredibly disoriented and stood as I rubbed the sleep off my face. I walked through the hallway towards my room and happened to glance up at the clock on the wall. If I wasn’t awake before, I definitely was now when I realized the time.

11:57 am

“Shit, shit, shit! I’m so gonna be late!” I bolted down the hall and up the stairs to my room.

I quickly gathered everything I needed to go out on my bed, phone, chapstick, wallet, and fuck where did I put my keys? I scavenged my dresser and any jacket pocket I could to find them, it was only after several minutes that I found them in a discarded pair of jeans. This made me realize that the pants I was currently wearing were way too nice to wear to a skate park, so I wasted a few more minutes looking for a replacement. Eventually, I found a nice loose-ish form-fitting denim pair and put them on, then my sneakers. I made sure to grab a hoodie before I left my room, as I walked down the stairs to the front door I organized everything I needed into my various pockets. I lifted my head when I heard a knock at my door, and it was then that I remembered my skateboard was still upstairs. I quickly rushed back and grabbed it before answering the door, only after calming my heavy panting first. I swung the door open and I was met with Rodrick, who stood with his hands in his pockets shifting awkwardly in place.

“Hey! Sorry, I’m a few minutes late. I woke up barely an hour ago.” He said with a nervous laugh avoiding my eye contact, while I just breathed a short sigh of relief.

“Hey, it’s fine I was running a bit late too. Are you ready to hang?” I said stepping out my front door and shutting it behind me, giving the nob a quick twist to make sure it was locked.

“Yeah, ice cream, and then I’ll show you that skate park as promised.”

“Glad to see you’re a man of your word.” I joked as I followed him off my porch toward the ominous white van I just realized was parked in my driveway. It had ‘Löded Diper’ painted on the side, I just stared in awe.

“Do you like it? I drew it myself.” He said with a proud grin as he looked over at me.

“Yeah, I’m speechless. I didn’t realize that was how your band name was spelled, it’s unique though. I like it.”

“Thank you, it’s totally spelled like that on purpose. I picked the name myself, and I love it. Anyways, after you my liege.” Rodrick did a dramatic bow as he opened the passenger side door for me, I laughed and climbed inside.

He climbed in after me on the other side and then put his key into the ignition to start the car. He pulled out of the driveway a bit recklessly so I gripped my seatbelt tightly and knew I would have to apologize to my parents for the damage to the front yard. But just like that we were on our way down the street, it was silent for a while inside the car. I could occasionally catch Rodrick sneaking a few glances over at me as he drove, which reminded me a lot of my own mother's driving. Unlike my father’s uptight and stickler for the rules driving, my mother was uncaring and drove with her hands in the wind, literally. She occasionally let go of the wheel and put her arms out in the air, thankfully she at least used her thighs to somewhat drive the car when she did that.

It was a relatively short drive and we were already pulling into the tiny parlour’s similar tiny parking lot. The building looked quite old but through the large windows I could see the inside was certainly more modern. I left my skateboard on the floor of his car and climbed out of the van, the sound of passing cars was loud and led to there being a breeze despite the stagnant wind. I stuffed my hands into my pockets as I rounded the back of the truck and met Rodrick, we walked up to the parlour in a somewhat comfortable silence. Rodrick opened the door for me keeping up his chivalrous act, as I entered I was hit with a wave of coolness and sweet scent. I stepped up to the glass protecting the several dozen containers of ice cream as I looked for my favourite flavour.

“Welcome to Old-Timey Ice cream parlour, what can I get you guys today?” The blonde clerk asked as he gestured to the rows of ice cream.

I ordered my favourite flavour but then saw the different cone options, “Oh, and can I get that in a waffle cone too please?” I asked as I held onto my wallet in my pocket.

“And I’d like a mint chocolate chip in a normal cone,” Rodrick said, stepping up beside me at the counter.

“Are you ordering separately or together?” The clerk asked as he quickly scooped my ice cream up and handed it to me, then did the same for Rodrick.

“Sep-“ Rodrick put his arm out in front of me and cut me off, “Together, how much is it?”

“Your total is eleven thirty-five.” Rodrick pulled out his wallet and paid for the ice cream before grabbing my hand and leading me outside.

“I don’t know what to comment on first, you choosing mint chocolate chip, you paying for both our ice creams, or you holding my hand. It almost seems as though we’re on a date right now.” I said with a quirked eyebrow as I savoured that first lick, Rodrick met my gaze and hesitated for a moment looking from me to our linked hands.

“You say that like it would be a bad thing!” He said with a smirk letting go of my hand and wrapping his arm around my shoulder instead. “Also, mint chocolate chip IS the best flavour in the world.”

He waved his ice cream in my face offering the first taste I just made a disgusted face and ducked under his arm, “Gross! I bet you like eating toothpaste, you weirdo!” I said with a laugh putting a couple steps in between us.

“No, now that’s gross, I just really enjoy brushing my teeth. I’m not a crazy person y’know.” He flashed a toothy grin, albeit not having the straightest teeth his teeth were on the whiter side.

“Mmm, maybe not that type of crazy person but definitely still a bit crazy. Anyways, are you still going to show me that skate park?” I asked licking away at my ice cream happily, Rodrick nodded and we walked back to his car.

The drive over was much shorter than the one to the ice cream parlour, Rodrick had me hold his ice cream while he drove. But of course, he had to multitask and have me hold the ice cream near his face whilst he drove, which had me hoping there was somewhere I could wash my hands. I now had sticky ice cream and Rodrick’s spit all over my hand from failed attempts at eating ice cream, not to mention I learned Rodrick bites into his ice cream due to the fact he bite my finger.

I’m honestly struggling to decide which is the weirdest and the grossest, though in my heart it’s still probably the flavour. I really hate mint chocolate chip.

“Andddd here we are Plainview’s one and only skatepark, there's also a playground hidden on the other side.” He pointed over to the park as he pulled into one of the parking spaces, my eyes were fixated on the skatepark packed with people a few hundred feet away from us.

“Oh sick, there’s already people here. Thank you, Rodrick, I literally was going to die if you guys didn’t have a decent park and skaters here. Maybe your town isn’t so ‘plain’.” I snickered as I handed him his ice cream.

I climbed out of the van and cleaned my hand off with one of the napkins I took from the parlour, I’d still have to run it under some water on it as it was a bit sticky. I made sure to grab my board and we walked over to the skate park, it was a beautiful sight to see. Girls and guys all skating freely, doing tricks, falling on their asses, it had everything it did back at home. Down to the trio in one of the corners smoking and laughing their asses off every time someone fell, this was really starting to feel like home. I turned to say something to Rodrick and I could tell from his body language despite there being a smile on his face he didn’t really want to be here. The way his eyes darted back and forth, or how he hid one of his hands in his jean pockets. He even was eating his ice cream slower than before, he was almost done with it but had barely made any progress since we left the car. I looked from him and back to the park thinking for a moment, before ultimately deciding that I visit the skate park on my own another day.

“You’ve said you haven’t skated before right, Rodrick?” He whipped his head towards me, a bit surprised I said something.

“Yeah uh no, I haven’t skated before. Why..?” He asked skeptical but I just smirked and didn’t respond.

I tucked my board under my arm and took his hand then pulled him off towards the street beside the skatepark. I quickly finished the rest of my ice cream, enjoying the sweetness of the waffle cone as I did. I set my board down in the middle of the street after checking for any cars, once the coast was clear I started my lesson.

“Why you ask, well today we’re going to start your skateboarding lessons is why Rodrick! I promise it’s just as easy as driving a car, with waaay less rules though.”

“Wait what, since when was this happening?”

“Since like right now, skateboarding is fun and all but it’s a whole lot more fun when you’ve got a skatemate. So this is also me officially asking you to be my skatemate, I’ll teach you everything I know in return.” I said flashing him a smile, he hesitated for a moment looking from me to the board, and back at the skatepark before responding.

“I mean I guess I’ll be your skatemate, which is a stupid name by the way.” He said with a shrug shaking his head, I feigned hurt and wiped an imaginary tear from my eye.

“Ouch Rodrick! My poor poor ego, me, and my friend upstate came up with it. Oh how cruel you are, is this revenge for calling your band lame?” I teased with a curious expression, though it didn’t seem like he caught on to my teasing.

“Oh well uh actually it’s stupid in a cool way, yeah like that book is stupid but it’s still really good..?” He said nervously, clearly worried that he’d hurt my feelings, I tried to stifle my laughter but failed, confusing him even more.

“Pfft- oh my gosh, Rodrick I was kidding! Yeah, it’s a stupid name, you didn’t actually hurt my feelings. Literally, something me and Lorei came up with when we were like ten.” I said, shaking my head and giving Rodrick a reassuring pat on his shoulder.

He didn’t say anything and just looked away, though I could still see the faint pink hue on his cheeks which made my stomach flip at the sight. Though I shook away the image that was slowly ingraining itself into my mind and cleared my throat, we'd been standing here and I had yet to be able to get to my point.

“Anywaysss, first lesson standing on your board! First, we need to figure out if your stance is regular or goofy, please do me a favor and turn around.” Rodrick looked skeptical but turned around, before he could ask why I gave him a barely gentle shove forward.

He tumbled slightly, catching himself on his left foot, “Hey what the hell! What does that have to do with skateboarding?!”

“Everything my dear, you caught yourself with your left foot so that basically means that is your dominant foot. Which means you ride goofy just like me, so you’ll probably feel most comfortable standing like this.” I stepped onto the board balancing carefully in a demonstration, “Also sorry for shoving you. It’s kind of a right of passage my friends and I used to do, so it’s a really bad habit. Anyways it’s your turn, try to step on and balance.”

“You and your friends sure are wei-“ He tried to say as he stepped onto the board but wasn’t paying attention, the board slid off to the side from under his foot. He fell forward towards me, I just barely managed to catch him and keep us both from falling to the floor.

“Pfft- maybe try watching the board when you’re stepping on it. But here you can hold onto me. I'll help you balance since it’s your first time.” I tried to avert my eyes knowing how red and embarrassed I was the first time I tried riding.

Eventually after a bit more back and forth and with my guidance Rodrick was able to almost effortlessly ride up and down the street. I clapped as he turned around using a side street and headed back towards me, he came to a stop —well more like tumbling to a stop— panting heavily and smiling wildly. It was obvious Rodrick was having a blast and even though I’d barely been able to ride I was too, Rodrick’s smile and excitement were contagious so it was hard not to smile and celebrate alongside him.

“I cannot believe I’ve been missing out on this my entire life, I really appreciate you teaching me this has been so much fun. Though I haven’t fallen on my ass this much since I tried learning how to ride a bike.” He said with a laugh as he carried the board over to me while he pushed some of his hair back and out of his face.

“Ugh, don’t remind me of that! My grandpa straight up removed the pedals to teach us how to ride, I have no idea how it worked but it did.” I took my board and we sat down off to the side on the curb.

“What? I refuse to believe that actually worked, that sounds more like torture.” He sat down next to me, closer than I was expecting as our thighs were squished up against each other.

“Probably cause it was, I struggled with it but hey my grandpa was certainly on to something. How did you learn how to ride a bike though, Rodrick?” He paused for a moment staring down at the pavement below our feet.

“Uhm well I never really learned how to ride one, I tried but I just couldn’t get the hang of it.” He admitted quietly as he kicked the gravel further into the road, I didn’t know what to say.

“Really? Guess that means I’ll take up your time next weekend and teach you that too, we could put the no pedals method to the test yeah?” I nudged him lightly with my elbow and smiled over at him.

He looked up from the ground and up at me carefully reading my expression, he opened his mouth to say something but hesitated before just smiling and nodding. “Yeah, that sounds nice. I appreciate it.”

We sat for a while in a thoughtful silence enjoying each other’s company and our sugar rush coming to an end. I brought a hand up to cover my yawn, my eyes crinkling in the corners as I did. I turned to see Rodrick staring forward, his eyes following any car that happened to drive past, eventually, he turned to me as he felt me staring.

“ I didn’t get the chance to ask this earlier but who’s Lorei?” I was a bit surprised by the question, I hadn’t expected him to pick up on the name let alone ask about them.

“Lorei aka Lorelai was my next-door neighbor and ‘bestest friend in the world’, as she would describe it at least. We grew up together and were, well still, really good friends. We became friends because she had crawled through a hole their dog made in the fence to my yard , and her parents went crazy looking for her. But we had a blast crawling and rolling around in the dirt together, she loves the outdoors and is the reason I skate.” I said staring off with a fond smile as I thought back to the bubbly purple-haired mess I called a friend.

“Wow, she certainly sounds fun and like a really great person. I’m sorry you had to move away and stop being neighbors.” He nudged me gently with his elbow in what I think was meant to be comforting.

“Yeahhh, it’s alright though. I got a new neighbor to have crawl through a hole into my yard.” I said easing the mood with a grin, Rodrick laughed at my comment shaking his head.

“I don’t know about crawling but I’ll climb your fence if that’s what you want.”

“I could use something new so I guess that’s fine, but don’t sue my family if you break your neck doing so!” He rolled his eyes at me but we both laughed regardless.

Nothing about the conversation was particularly funny but we still laughed heartily, it was less of a joke and more of a positive energy building between us. The air felt softer and less like it would consume me if I embarrassed myself, and the conversation was light and a lot less like two teenagers who had met just days before. It was starting to feel like two friends who’d known each other for years and could truly be themselves around each other.

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morgannite22 · 3 months

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Much Needed Rest

It was a typical morning…Well, it would be, but unfortunately for Kalego, it was anything but typical. The hell clock was blaring, signaling it was time to get up. He quickly slammed his hand on the clock to shut it up.

“Ugh,” slowly sitting up, Kalego moaned putting his hand against his forehead in an attempt to ease the overwhelming pounding of his head. Knowing it was time to get ready, he slowly got out of bed and made his way to his restroom. Looking in the mirror he instantly knew today was gonna be a lot harder than it usually is. “I look like crap,” he said to himself noticing how sickly he looked. After staring at himself in the mirror, pondering if he should just call off, he decided to just suck it up since it was Friday. He slowly got ready for the day and made his way to the school.

Walking into the school building, he was met with multiple stares of concern from the students. He made his way to the faculty room. Opening the door, he noticed only a few teachers in the room including Balam.

Noticing Kalego, Balam turned to greet him before stopping. With a look of concern, he asked, “Are you alright Kalego?”

Despite the pounding in his head, Kalego nodded, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Hearing this instantly triggered buzzer. Balam wanted to call Kalego out on his lie but knew that it would be pointless as Kalego was the most stubborn demon he knew. He awkwardly responded, “I-if you say so.”

Quickly ending the conversation, Kalego walked over to his desk and began to work. ‘The day has only begun, but I wish it was over already,’ he thought to himself as the pounding in his head only got worse.

“Hey hey, Kalego-sensei!” An annoying voice and loud footsteps could be heard.

Kalego turned his head, feeling flustered that an annoying pest showed up. “What do you want,” he bitterly asked.

Seeing Kalego’s face, Robin’s happy grin turned into concern. He worriedly asked, “Are you feeling okay?”

The staff hearing Robin’s question all turned to look at Kalego and eventually gained looks of concern as well. This only made Kalego’s frustration grow. He didn’t want to be bothered by the other demon's concern. He annoyedly responded, “Yes, I’m fine. Now leave me alone.” After that, he turned away and went back to work.

As time passed, it was time for first block, so Kalego made his way to the Royal One. When he walked into the classroom, he could see all the misfits being their usually loud obnoxious selves. “Listen up you brats! Shut your mouths, it's time for class!” he said as he made his way to the front of the classroom.

Raising his hand, Lied anxiously asked, “Uh sir, are you feeling okay? You don’t look too hot.”

“Yes sir, are you feeling alright,” Elizbetta asked ignoring Camui going on about how sweet Elizabetta was. The rest of the misfits also wore looks of concern each asking if he was doing alright.

A tic mark grew on Kalego’s forehead as he grew angrier and angrier. Before long he yelled, “I’M FINE! LEAVE ME ALONE!” After yelling he instantly clutched his head in pain.

The misfits all jolted back in shock at being yelled at. Seeing Kalego in pain, Iruma got up and walked up to Kalego. “Sir-” was all Iruma said before Kalego collapsed. Due to Iruma’s fast reflexes, he caught Kalego before he could hit the ground. Witnessing this the misfits all quickly got up and ran over to Iruma and Kalego. Being the leader of the misfits Iruma yelled, “Clara go grab Balam sensei! Kerori could you try to cool him down?”

Clara and Kerori quickly nodded. Clara ran off to find Balam sensei and Kerori worked on trying to cool down Kalego. Once Iruma got the situation under control he looked down at Kalego and noticed just how unwell he looked. Kalego’s face was flushed and he was breathing hard. There was sweat trickling down the side of his face.

A few minutes had passed before the door to the Royal One was slammed open with Balam running through and Clara right behind him. “WHAT HAPPENED?” Balam yelled in a panic running over to the misfits and Kalego. He quickly got on his knees and searched around Kalego to see what was wrong with him.

“We noticed that he wasn’t feeling well. When we questioned him, he yelled he was fine. Iruma walked up to check on him and he collapsed, “Jazz said as he was the calmest of the group.

Balam took some deep breaths trying to calm himself down as he was the only adult here. “Thank you, Jazz, but I’ll take it from here,” Balam said as he took Kalego out of Iruma’s arms. “I’m gonna take him home, but just wait here. I’ll send down a substitute.”

The misfits nodded and gave their farewells and words of that they hoped Kalego feels better. Balam quickly exited the room. While walking down the hallway, he saw Dali. “Dali-sensei,” Balam yelled getting Dali’s attention.

Hearing his name being called, Dali turned to Balam. He noticed that Kalego was in Balam’s arms and quickly walked over. His face darkened as he asked “What happened? Did someone hurt him?”

Balam realizing that Dali was getting the wrong idea stated, “He’s not hurt, He’s just not feeling good. I’m gonna take him home. You mind finding someone to sub in for the misfit class?”

Letting out a sigh of relief, Dali’s face lightened up. “Sure. Leave it to me. I hope he feels better.”

Giving thanks to Dali, Balam quickly walked away trying to get Kalego home. He flew back to the dorms as quickly as he could without hurting Kalego. Once reaching the dorms, he made his way to Kalego’s room. Using magic to open the door since Kalego was in his arms, he walked over to Kalego’s bed and laid him down. He quickly removed his shoes as well as Kalego’s because Kalego would have a fit if he were to wake up and find shoes in his bed. He also changed Kalego out of his teacher's uniform as he thought sleeping in a uniform wasn't the most comfortable. Once he finished, he pulled the comforter over Kalego.

Some time had passed and day turned into evening. “Ugh,” Kalego said as he began to stir awake. ‘Where am I,’ he wondered to himself before realizing he was in his room. “How did I get here,” he wondered out loud.

“I brought you here,” a familiar voice said.

Kalego quickly sat up and looked at the source of that voice. Once realizing it was Balam, he let out a sigh of relief and laid back down. “Tell me what happened,” Kalego asked although it sounded more like a demand than a question.

“You collapsed in the classroom, so I brought you home,” Balam said while walking over to Kalego with a glass of water and what seemed to look like medicine. “Here. Take this,” Balam said while handing Kalego the glass of water and medicine.

Kalego grimaced while looking at the pills. He’s not exactly the biggest fan of taking medicine. He'd rather tough it out before taking medicine, but he knew better than to try to argue with Balam about this. Balam has always been very adamant about medicine and how helpful it is despite Kalego always telling him only weaklings take medicine. Letting out a sigh, he quickly put the pills in his mouth and drank the water. He cringed while swallowing the pills.

Balam knew just how sick Kalego was if Kalego wasn’t putting up a fight over medicine. He wanted to make a joke, but he knew better. He let out a smile and then proceeded to ask, “Are you hungry by chance?”

Kalego finished the glass of water and sat it on his nightstand. “No”

“Kalego, you can’t lie to me. If you’re hungry just say so,” Balam huffed calling Kalego out on his lie.

Kalego blushed at being called out. Looking away he said, “Y-Yes, I’m hungry.”

Balam smiled then walked out of the room. Returning a few moments later with a bowl of devi-porridge. “Here. Eat this. It’s still hot,” he said while handing Kalego the food.

The smell of the dish instantly hit Kalego’s nose, making him smile a bit. “This smells good,” he said before picking up the spoon and eating it. His eyes widened in shock over how good the dish was and he quickly ate it.

“Slow down or you'll choke,” Balam said in concern over how fast Kalego was eating.

Kalego blushed at being told to slow down, but he did as Balam asked and ate slower. Before long the food was gone.

Balam removed the empty bowl from Kalego’s lap and sat it on the nightstand. “I’m glad you liked it,” he said while smiling.

Kalego blushed and looked down at his lap, not being able to handle Balam’s bright smile. “Yeah, it was good.”

“I’m glad,” Balam said smiling. “That medicine you took will make you drowsy, so just get some rest. Just yell for me if you need anything. I’ll be in the other room,” Balam said picking up the empty cup and bowl, before turning to leave the room.

“Hey,” Kalego said.

Hearing Kalego, Balam turned around with a look of curiosity said, “Yes?”

Kalego looked up at Balam with a blush on his face. “Thank you Shichiro…” he said with a smile on his face.

Balam blushed seeing Kalego’s smile. With a blush of his own, he said with a smile, “Anything for you Kalego.”

Authors Note: I love Kalego and Balam. It’s one of my favorite ships. I enjoy writing sick fics, so if there’s any ships you want to see with this trope!

#welcome to demon school iruma kun #mairimashita! iruma kun #fanfic #anime #fanfiction #writing #naberius kalego #balam shichirou

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sludg3gor3 · 2 years

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Unloved, but not by you {part 1}

Pairings- Eddie Munson x (female) reader

Fic warnings for whole series (may not apply to some chapters) - fluff, angst and smut 18+

Word count- 2.0k

Sorry if this is shitty it’s 12am😭

“Dear diary,

Today is mine and Carters 1 year anniversary and he hasn’t even came to see me yet. I keep hoping that maybe he’s stuck in traffic or, maybe he overslept but as time goes on I feel like …maybe he just forgot. I should have known though, it’s a habit of his to forget, especially when it comes to our relationship. I feel so alone, but I can’t break up with him, he’s one of the most popular besides Jason Carver at Hawkins high…and I do..I do love him don’t get me wrong but right now I just feel so neglected. I even got him a present…now idk what to do with it..”

You finished writing with a sigh, your pen leaving little scribbles on the paperr above where you just wrote, reading over your entry. “This sucks..” you groaned, throwing your head back into your pillow. You eventually rolled over and looked at your alarm clock that flashed “5:00pm” in that stupid red color…just mocking you and your feelings. 5:00 turned to 6 and 6 turned to 7 and 7 turned to 8 and so on and on until it was too late to even think he’d be coming. You were hopeful, thinking maybe this important date wouldn’t be missed by him but you were terribly wrong, more wrong than you’ve been in awhile. The time came for you to eventually lay down and get some rest for the dragging day ahead , filled with apologizing from Carter tomorrow at the lunch table. They were useless but what could you really do?

The alarm clock on the side of your bed rang aloud, beeping in your ear repeatedly until your hand slammed down on the top to stop it. You groaned raising your head to look at the time, your vision blurry. You sat up, your hair a mess and morning breath hitting you in the face as you yawned into your hand “mom said wake your ass up” your head whipped over to see your little sister Erica standing in your door way, arms crossed and an attitude smeared on her face

“Who the hell told you, you could just barge into my room without knocking you brat?!” You hissed at the little girl who honestly had the mouth of a teen

“Mom did if you wanna know so bad…rats nest” Erica said the last bit while looking at your hair before walking away, telling you once again to get up and come downstairs for breakfast before school. You sighed heavily, eyes closed as you tried not to get irritated. You eventually got up and got ready, the events from the night before flooding your brain once again, you wanted to feel upset but you didn’t let yourself, why let some asshole get you down ? You don’t.

The time came for you to eventually get to school, upon arriving, your boyfriend ran up to you, bringing you into a kiss. “Hey baby” you didn’t say anything , just nodded. “Is something…wrong?” He asked obviously oblivious. You stopped walking and turned around to look at him, your face showing you were irritated and eyes narrowed to a glare “are you serious right now?” You ask, your head cocking to the side a bit, a smug laugh escaping your mouth “Carter, do you have any idea what yesterday was?” you waited for an answer before finally getting one that made your insides turn with anger “uhm…wait I know this- uhm- shit…were we suppose to hang out or something? If so I was with the boys, you know we hang everyday Sunday” Carter nodded his head and tried to put his arm around your shoulder but you immediately dodged it “it was our one year Carter…one fucking year and you forgot” you were on the verge of tears now but you didn’t let them escape, “baby…fuck can we talk about this later? I’m sorry it slipped my mind”

“Slipped your mind? Just like everything fucking else? It slipped your mind like that?” You didn’t give him time to respond. You just stomped away, I mean come on we all know what he was gonna say, some stupid excuse, hell he didn’t even remember your birthday, when you told him the day before, instead he just went to hang with the boys at the lake…without even asking if you’d wanna come. You were fed up, absolutely and utterly fed up and so lost in your thoughts you weren’t watching where you were walking, soon bumping into a taller figure. “Someone seems occupied today” you didn’t even have to look up to see who you bumped into, you could tell by the hands that were infested with rings on each finger helping to grab your stuff and that hellfire shirt, your brother had the same one, and that very oddly soothing voice that just makes you comfortable literally anywhere. “Shit, I’m sorry Munson I just have a lot on my mind right now” you say trying to keep it cool, not wanting to seem emotional. You both stand up and Eddie hands you your books with a small smile, he leans against a locker and tilts his head to the side a bit “let me guess…it’s the guy..I told you not to date because he was a ginormous dick but you did anyways and now you’re finding out just ho-“ “Eddie, has anyone ever told you how annoying you can be at times, seriously this is my relationship, just leave it alone” eddie obviously saw you were upset about what he had said and immediately bent down to look at you, lifting your chin with his index finger. You shooed him away and looked around hoping your boyfriend or any of his snotty friends didn’t see just how close you actually were with “the freak” Eddie Munson. “Eddie I have to get class” you began to walk pass him but Eddie grabbed you by the arm, his head hung to the side and he turned around to look at you , his eyebrow raised “y/n…seriously if something is going on you can talk to me” you sighed and dropped your head down to look at your feet, you squeezed your eyes shut, and finally looked back up at Eddie “it has nothing to do with you Munson, now please, I have to get to class” Eddie let go of your arm , your cold response hitting him right in the heart. He watched as you walked away. You really did change since you started dating that jock. Your friendship with Eddie wasn’t as strong as it was before and it was honestly all your doing, you left him because you felt you would be made fun of if caught near him, also your boyfriend didn’t like him very much, as a matter of fact no one really did, no one popular at least. Eddie knew though, deep down the old you was still there, but it wouldn’t surface as long as you were with that asshole.

You finally made it to class and felt eyes on you, when turning around you saw your boyfriend intensely staring at you from the back row. You glared at him and turned around trying to focus on your class but the feeling of being watched made you highly irritated. The whole class period you weren’t able to focus and when the bell finally rung you hurriedly got up from your seat and made your way to the door but unfortunately you were too slow. Your boyfriend if that’s even what you wanted to call him, grabbed you by the arm and yanked you back inside the empty class. His face was red, he seemed mad, why was he mad? When he was the one who forgot your one year?? “What do you want Carter?” You asked bluntly. “Have you been talking to that freak Y/n?!” With those words you felt your heart sink to your stomach, you forced a laugh that just came out nervous and stuttered “what? Carter seriously come on..” Carter gritted his teeth “Jason told me he saw you talking to that freak after you walked off on me…and he grabbed you by your arm??” Your heart started to beat faster now, becoming nervous, worried even and not just for yourself,,,but for Eddie too “Carter….Jason is lying, I wasn’t with Eddie and he didn’t touch me I swear” Carter nodded, jumping up and down to cool himself off “he better be Y/n if I even find out that freak even lays a finger on your I’ll beat his ass” with that Carter wraps his arm around your shoulders, walking with you to your next class, and your class after that and after that until it was time for lunch. Upon arriving to the lunchroom your eyes immediately look for Eddie who was sitting down at a table full of his club members. You felt a little rush of relief knowing none of the boys went to talk to him or threaten him about earlier. “So about earlier, how about I come over tonight, climb through your window and I can make up for forgetting yesterday huh?” You look up at Carter, trying to comprehend his stupid suggestion, he really thinks sex..will fix this and it made you sick. So you came up with a excuse, sitting down at the table “oh baby, I can’t. I promised Lucas a brother and sister horror movie night tonight!” You looked over at Lucas with a ‘just go with it’ look on your face and he caught on pretty fast , agreeing with your lie. “I’m sure Sinclair wouldn’t mind rescheduling, right sinclair?” Lucas looked at you, waiting for you to say something to get him out of this hole “actually, we’ve been planning this for weeks, and I finally got the movie a few days ago, we’ve been dying to watch it…I don’t think we can wait, but I’m sure you can…I mean it wouldn’t be hard” you gave Carter a smile and got up from the table “I have to use the bathroom” you walked to the big double doors that separated the hallway from the cafeteria, on your way, signaling stealthily for eddie to come out after you just a few minutes after.

You waited around the corner for 5 minutes before hearing the doors open and shut, the loud voices of children pouring out before being locked back in. Eddie, appearing around the corner. “Eddie we really need to talk..” you pulled the boy by his arm and down the hall to the janitors closet, both of you getting inside to be able to speak without being seen or heard. You looked at Eddie, a nervous look plastered on your face as you fidgeted with your fingers before speaking “Carver…he …saw us talking earlier and told Carter…now he’s like really fucking antsy and I just…I-“ you tried to find your words but they were stuck in your throat. “Why does that fucking matter? Why can’t we talk we’re friends right?” You didn’t say anything “right…Sinclair” you furrowed your brows and looked down then back up at Eddie with a sad look “not anymore Eds…Carter he’s dangerous, I don’t want anything bad to happen to you, please tel me you understand ” Eddie stood there, his doe eyes were sad, like he’d just been hit with the most heartbreaking shit he could experience. “Eddie, please say something” Eddie took a deep breath and nodded slowly “as you wish, y/n” and with that Eddie exited the janitors closet leaving you alone, the dim light flickering inside. You felt a knot grow in your throat knowing you couldn’t run after him, knowing you just threw away one of the best people you had…and all to make sure he’s safe…right..or maybe it’s because you know…nevermind.

a few minutes passed before you then exited the janitors closet. You walked back to the cafeteria, when inside you looked over at the table Eddie had been at and noticed he wasn’t there anymore, neither were his friends. You bit your lip and made your way back to your table sitting down next to Carter, his arm wrapping around you as he scarfs his food down, laughing and making sexist jokes. You felt sad and empty, and there wasn’t much you could do about it.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader smut #eddie munson smut #eddie munson angst #slow burn #stranger things fic #joseph quinn #eddie munson imagine #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson x sinclair!reader #eddie x reader #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn smut #eddie munson x you

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p0und-cake · 2 years

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Yesterday

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steve harrington x gn!henderson!reader

SPOILERS FOR STRANGER THINGS SEASON FOUR

plot summary - after venturing with steve, dustin, max, and lucas the reader begins to realize they’re affected with vecna’s curse. although max has her walkman, steve immediately realizes she doesn’t have the reader’s favorite song.

warnings - mention of death, cursing, smoking, mentions of bullying, sexual innuendos, dead bodies

angst + slight fluff

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All you could do was stare in pure shock as Max Mayfield came tumbling to the ground in the cemetery. Lucas frantically held her in his arms as her hurried breathing eventually slowed, the faintness of Kate Bush’s voice coming through Max’s headphones. You wished you could somehow thank the woman for basically saving Max’s life. After Eddie’s description of what happened to Chrissy Cunningham? You didn’t think you could bear seeing that happen to a poor child.

“Hey, babe!” Steve’s voice was calling you back to reality. You had kinda almost forgotten about your boyfriend. Dustin of course found immense pleasure in teasing the both of you or making loud, obnoxious gagging noises whenever the two of you showed any kind of affection towards each other. “You alright?” His hand fell upon your shoulder.

“Oh- oh, yeah ‘m fine, Steve.” Your reply was definitely shaken, but how could you possibly be fine?

“…okay, that was a dumb question.” He admitted out loud, running a hand through his hair with a sigh. “What do you need right now?”

Steve had never really liked trying to read your mind to figure out what was wrong. He knew you wouldn’t really lie to him, either. He always preferred asking you outright. He didn’t wanna end up saying something stupid like usual.

“Just…” You forced yourself to swallow down your anxiety. You couldn’t tell Steve, could you? You couldn’t tell him what was going on.

How your head had been pounding even more lately.

How those images of being stuck with evil Russians with Steve and Robin had been haunting your sleep.

How terrible you felt that your little brother had gone through so so much without you to protect him like you always swore to.

How guilt ate you away when you thought of Tommy Hagan and Carol Perkins after they found out Steve Harrington was dating you, and how Dustin was the one to comfort you after what they did to you instead of you dealing with it on your own.

How deep your stomach seemed to sink when looking over the files of Chrissy Cunningham and Fred Benson in the counselor’s office.

How the image of that damned grandfather clock flashed through your mind.

Apparently you had spaced out again. You only realized this when your little brother started freaking out.

“YOU BETTER WAKE UP RIGHT NOW OR I SWEAR TO GOD I’M GONNA KILL YOU BEFORE THAT THING DOES-”

“Wh-? Yeah, what? I’m awake, Dust!” You shook your head a little and Steve pried Dustin off your shoulders.

“Jesus! Don’t scare me like that!” Dustin exclaimed, throwing up his arms like ‘what the hell?’

“You were the one screaming in my face when I was only thinking! Relax!” You shot back, but instantly regretted it when you took a second to look into Dustin’s fearful eyes. “Shit- ‘m sorry.” You sighed and rubbed your face. “C’mere, shithead.” You stepped forward and Dustin quickly hugged you before you could hug him first.

Steve silently watched the two of you embrace (playing it pretty calm considering he totally was freaking out at the sight of you spaced out), glancing over as Max and Lucas walked over. Max still had her headphones on, which wasn’t exactly all that surprising. He gestured for them to get in the car, hiding the small pit in his stomach. Why did you seem so different? He couldn’t really fit the pieces together, but he really wish he did when you looked at him after pulling away from Dustin and asked that question.

“Stevie?”

“Yeah, doll?”

“Can we stop at my place on the way back?”

“…is there a particular reason why?” His eyebrows furrowed. Why make another detour?

“I just wanted to grab my Walkman is all.” You shrugged, which was only partly a lie. “Just in case something happens to Max’s and we need a spare.”

Steve couldn’t exactly argue. It was a smart plan. “Alright, but someone’s going inside with you.” He said gently.

You chose not to argue, only replying with a nod. You figured it was time to go now, but supposedly not according to Steve.

“Henderson, go get in the car.” He told the curly-haired boy.

“What? Why?” Dustin frowned. “They’re my sibling, and I would like to stay with them, please and thank you.”

“Yeah, well, your sibling is also my hot significant other, who I too care very much for.” Steve cocked an eyebrow. “I mean, if you want to hear us gush over each other, fine by me.” He shrugged his shoulders and looked to you, plastering a goofy smile on his face with eyes that said ‘play along’.

You finally let a smile grace your lips as you looked at the boy crushed on during freshman year. Yeah, he was a dick. You couldn’t really deny that he was a playboy, but every so often you would catch wind of that boy who was a little kid at heart. You weren’t exactly loud and extroverted like Dustin. Steve had never directly shown you that side until later. You were more of an observer. You watched things, taking subconscious notes of what you saw. You didn’t really like rushing. You would always silently observe Steve’s almost child-like joy. When you worked at Scoops Ahoy with him and Robin, his and Dustin’s reunion was what finally knocked it into you that you loved him.

“Oh, definitely.” You slid your arms around Steve to further sell the point to Dustin. “After what just happened? I totally need my wonderful boyfriend so we can just mak-”

“Okay!” Dustin exclaimed loudly to cut you off. “I get it, you guys wanna kiss and shit! Leave me out of it!” Without any further argument, Dustin stomped to the car, muttering something about ‘disgusting assholes’.

“Worked like a charm.” Steve clicked his tongue, looking down to you and gently holding your waist. He chuckled.

“What’s so funny, Harrington?”

“Oh nothing. Just think it’s funny that he gets so worked up over this.”

“Eh, he’ll survive. Anyway, what’s up?” You tried playing it cool. You and Steve could read each other like books. He knew something was up, and you knew he wanted to find out what that was.

“I know something’s wrong, alright?” His voice was soft but stern. “I don’t want all the details if you don’t wanna give them. But you’ve been spacing out like that a lot, and now is…not a great time for that, honestly.”

“I always space out.” You lightly argued, keeping your arms around Steve as to attempt to trick the kids into thinking you guys were just doing sickly sweet things like partners do. The last thing you wanted to do was worry Dustin.

“Yeah, only when you’re doing that little thing where you remember the tiniest details. What were you looking at?” He pressed, pulling you closer and pressing his lips to your forehead. Damn him. He wasn’t oblivious to the fact that he could make you melt with the simplest of actions.

“I…the gravestone next to Hargrove’s.”

“What did it say?”

“…okay, you got me.”

“I know. Now please, tell me what’s wrong. I don’t want anything happening to you.” He whispered softly, holding your face in his hands and rubbing his thumb across your skin. “After what happened last summer…I’ve never stopped thinking about what could have happened if events had played out differently. I want them to play out in your favor this time, too. I don’t know what I would do without you…what your brother would do. Lord knows he would kick my ass if something happened to you. Hell, I’d kick my own ass if I could.”

Guilt came back and crushed your being even more. What were you supposed to say now? ‘Yeah babe, I actually think I’m gonna die in the next few hours!’ Like hell that was happening. You didn’t wanna give him any hope that he could save you. You didn’t want him to go through the agony of feeling like he should have done more. You didn’t even know what your favorite song was. You listened to a lot of songs.

“It’s just…I’m scared, Stevie.” You whispered softly, deciding to just…omit the part about you maybe/probably dying. “I thought Starcourt was it. I thought getting kidnapped by Russians and getting drugged and watching Billy get murdered was it. I thought my brother was safe. I thought you were safe. I thought everything was okay. But it’s not.” The words just spilled out of your mouth.

“Oh, baby…” Steve quickly pulled you closer. “I know…I’m so sorry. I wish I could just make all that go away, y’know? But hey, we saved the world once, didn’t we?” He offered a genuine smile. “Why can’t we do it again? Nothing’s gonna happen to me or Dustin, I promise you. Nothing’s gonna happen to you, yeah?”

“…yeah.” You smiled just a little at Steve. He was so confident everything was going to work out, but the sudden pain in your head told you otherwise. “I love you so much, Steve Harrington.”

“I know.” He winked. “I love you more, Henderson.”

“In your dreams.”

Steve was going to swoop down and give you a kiss, but before your lips could touch…

HONK!

“HEY, STEVE! QUIT TRYING TO MAKE OUT WITH MY SIBLING!”

The car ride was relatively silent. All the kids agreed to the plan of grabbing another music player, especially Lucas. Steve’s hand was rubbing soft circles into your thigh in attempts to comfort your bouncing leg, but it didn’t really help you. You slipped out a pack of cigarettes from Steve’s the jacket that you were wearing’s pocket, along with a matchbox.

“You know I hate it when you do that…” Steve whispered softly.

“Steve, I feel like I deserve this one smoke. Please?” You mumbled.

Steve decided to cut you some slack. “Just don’t light my hair on fire, doll.” He teased.

“Ah, shit, there goes my plan.” You teased back, sticking the cigarette in your mouth and striking the match, lighting the stick of nicotine in your mouth before rolling down the window. Of course, it wasn’t like you smoked all the time. Just occasionally, to calm the nerves. You recently had picked up the habit after Starcourt. Steve couldn’t stand the smell, so you usually didn’t indulge in your coping mechanism around him. Luckily, Dustin wasn’t a snitch and your mom didn’t know, and she was not going to find out.

When you arrived at the Henderson household, you stepped out of the car without a word. You just needed to grab what they needed and do what you really came there to do. Your mother wasn’t home, so you didn’t bother putting out the death stick in your mouth.

“Hey, excuse me?” Dustin called as he fumbled with the car door, sounding a little offended. “You seriously aren’t going in there by yourself, right?”

“…yes?” You said, furrowing your brow.

“I’m with him. After what happened? Not a shot.” Steve shook his head after sticking it out the window. “Someone’s going with you-”

“-that someone being me.” Dustin interrupted, marching to your side. Dustin had always been protective of his older sibling. One time, when Mews was only a kitten, she had scratched you. Dustin had been relatively little, but he was pretty mad at that cat and made it stay outside until Claudia let her back inside. When he was a little middle schooler, he got so incredibly pissed when he figured out Tommy and Carol had been bullying you. He talked so much smack, ranting on and on about how he was gonna go kick their asses.

A fond smile crept up on your face. “Okay, shithead.” You hummed, stealing the hat he wore and ruffling his curls that both you and your mother were crazy about the moment he was born.

“Give that back..!” He huffed out, punching your shoulder and taking it back.

“Ow!” You exclaimed, laughing as the two of you made your way into the house. You figured you were a pretty good actor since Dustin didn’t seem to notice your shaky hands or how terrified you were.

The smell of home almost brought tears to your eyes. Was this the last time you’d ever smell this scent again?

“So I guess your Walkman is in your room?” Dustin hummed, making a beeline for your bedroom.

“Hey, excuse me.” You huffed, grabbing the back of his jacket and pulling him back. “I don’t want you in my room. You don’t know what I have in there.”

Dustin’s eyebrows raised. “What do you have in there?”

“Good lord, Dust. I’m not being serious.” You laughed out loud, patting him on the back.

“Hey, how am I supposed to know what you do or don’t have in that room? You hid those things for a while.” He gestured to the cigarette in your mouth.

“Welllllll, if you really wanna know…” A playfully evil grin spread across your face. “Remember that night when Steve came over and the next morning I told Mom I got that bruise from the curling iron? Well, Steve and I-”

“Y’know what-? I don’t think I wanna know, actually!” Dustin quickly said. “I’ll just grab a snack or something.” He grumbled.

You just chuckled as Dustin walked away, letting him know you’d yell if anything happened.

Would you even be able to yell?

“Hey, Dust?” You quickly called out, and his head popped out from behind the wall of the kitchen.

“Yeah, loser?” He said with a playful grin.

You forced out a soft laugh, before taking a deep breath. “I love you, Dustin. You know that, right?”

“Yeah, duh.” He chuckled like it was obvious.

“And all those times I made fun of you were just lighthearted, right?”

“Uh…yeah?”

“And I’m sorry for stealing those leftovers you were gonna eat the other night.”

“Oh, I’m still mad at you for that one, asshole.” He huffed out, but realized you weren’t laughing. You just kept going.

“And I really couldn’t ask for a better little brother, y’know? Sometimes it feels like you’re the older one.” You chuckled quietly. “You’ve been there for me when I needed you, and I appreciate it.”

“Well, yeah. You’re my family.” He shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal.

“…yeah. Sorry, didn’t mean to get all sappy.” You breathed out, sensing Dustin really didn’t understand why you were saying all this.

You quickly went into your room and shut the door without another word. With a shaky breath, you took a seat at your desk and grabbed the pain relief medication by the lamp. Your head was absolutely pounding. You cursed upon realizing it was empty. Of course. This was definitely a sign. You had to hurry.

You hurriedly opened the top desk drawer and grabbed a notebook and pencil, ripping out a piece of paper. Your handwriting would have been a little neater, but just then, the lights in your room flickered. You wrote faster.

You needed to write this will.

“Hey, you find it yet?!”

“Shit-!” Dustin’s voice had scared the hell out of you, and you dropped your pencil. You took a deep breath, trying to keep your calm.

“Uh, n-no, not yet! I’m working on it! It could be in between the couch cushions!” You called back, continuing to furiously scribble after picking up your pencil. Dustin’s footsteps faded away from your door. You chose to give Steve and Dustin most of your stuff. You finished it after about two minutes and you stood.

The lights were flickering again.

“Shit, shit-!” You whispered, shaking your hands as tears formed in your eyes. You didn’t want to die. Not this young. Not in such a gruesome way. Why did it have to be you?

Well…if you were gonna have to die like Chrissy and Fred, you sure as hell weren’t gonna let anybody be witness to it like Eddie was. Your feet brought you to the door.

Then, you locked it.

Dustin groaned loudly after he had ripped all the cushions off the sofa. He didn’t even find any quarters or anything.

“Have you found that thing yet?!” Dustin called out in the direction of his sibling’s bedroom. “Don’t you think the others are worried?!”

…nobody responded.

He rolled his eyes a little and started back toward your room, knocking.

“Hellooooo? Steve is gonna get all mad at me if we take too long, not you.” He complained. But still, nobody replied. He frowned a bit. You never straight up ignored him before. He expected some quick comeback, but he was met with silence.

“Uh…hello?” Dustin knocked on the door a little louder. “Can you answer me, please?”

…but nobody came.

Here’s when he started freaking out. “Hey, come on, this isn’t funny!” He quickly reached out for the doorknob and tried opening the door. It was locked. “Now isn’t the time to be joking around right now!” He shouted, trying to open the door. “Shit shit, come on, please!”

There was still no reply.

“Shit!!” Dustin exclaimed, his breathing increasing. “Shit shit, what do I do-?” He mumbled to himself, before remembering that there indeed was a car with three people outside. Among those three people was someone Dustin was pretty confident could bust down the door.

“What the hell is taking them so long?” Steve hissed out, his leg bouncing as he stared at the house. “They just need to grab it and come out, what’s the big deal?” He spoke out loud to no one.

“I dunno, but talking to yourself probably won’t help.” Max responded, gazing out the window.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” Steve mumbled, running his hand through his hair. He just felt like something was off. A few days ago, you’d started acting strange. It started with your migraines. You had to take a day off work because of them at one point. Once, you’d called Steve half past midnight. You’d been sobbing hysterically, ranting to him about the nightmare you’d had about being captured by those Russians. It probably didn’t help that you’d run into Tommy and Carol the other day, too. That’s when you came to him with bruises. All he could do was just hold you in his arms. Rub your back, whisper sweet nothings into your ear. Assure you that he had not been killed by the Russians. That you and he were safe.

His thoughts were interrupted by the front door busting open.

“STEVE!” Dustin’s voice ripped through the air like a knife chopping through a vegetable. “STEVE, QUICK, COME ON!”

Steve almost thought he was going to pass out. He knew something had been wrong. He should have pushed more. He almost fell on his face scrambling out of his car, tears already forming. This couldn’t be happening. He hardly even registered Lucas and Max following. He bolted to the door, letting Dustin yank him inside and lead him to your room.

“What’s going on, Henderson?!” Steve shouted, but he had a feeling he already knew.

“They won’t open the damned door!” Dustin cried, trying to open the door and demonstrating that it was locked. “You gotta bust it down!”

“Goddamn it!” Steve tried opening the door. “Baby please open the door! Can you hear me?! It’s Steve! Please, you gotta snap out of it!” He begged, almost like a little kid.

“Don’t you think I tried that?!” Dustin yelled. “BUST DOWN THE DOOR!!”

Steve’s breathing increased. He couldn’t let Dustin down. He couldn’t let you down. Without arguing, Steve braced himself and slammed his body into the door. Adrenaline was pumping through his veins. He quickly repeated the action.

“COME ON!” Steve’s voice broke, ramming himself against the door. The door bust down at that exact moment, hinges going flying. Thank fuck for hysterical strength.

The sight he saw was horrifying. There was his baby. His sweetheart. They were standing in the middle of the room, eyes rolled to the back of their head. He should have known. It all made sense to him. The migraines, the spacing out, the nightmares. Why didn’t he figure it out sooner? Maybe he was too focused on saving Max.

“The Walkman! Where the hell is it?!” Steve shouted, legs moving him to his dear partner before he could even think.

“I don’t know!” Dustin shouted back, in tears at this point.

“Oh, shit…” Steve groaned. You had left it at his house. He remembered trying to get it back to you at work but always forgetting. “They don’t have it here, we need something else!”

“Here!” Max suddenly was at his side, shoving her Walkman into his hands. “Quick, what’s their favorite song?! You’re their boyfriend!”

“Ah, shit, shit!” Steve hissed out, taking the songs from Lucas and looking through them. What was your favorite? You had never outright told him. But he definitely knew it was none of these. “None of these!” He dropped them on the floor, tears escaping his eyes. “Come on, Harrington, think!!” He hissed to himself, the sight of Dustin full-on sobbing as he stared at his sibling in the middle of the room.

The ringing of the clock was deafening. No…this wasn’t happening.

“Steve?!” You called out, voice shaking. “Steve, where are you?! Dustin?!”

Then, a voice spoke.

“Aww…poor Henderson. All alone.”

You whipped around and saw Carol Perkins. Carol? What was she doing here?

“Where’s your little boyfriend Stevie? Oh, don’t tell me. Did he leave you too?” She mocked, her voice echoing throughout…wherever you were. “Or wait…those Russians got him, didn’t they?”

“What..? No, no, he’s okay.” Your voice was smaller than you’d expected.

“Is he? Why didn’t you do more to try and help him? Harrington got beat the hell up, and all you could do is beg. ‘No, please, stop!’” She mocked, a sadistic laugh coming from her throat as you backed up. “You take him for granted, don’t you know? You finally found someone who said he won’t leave and you are blindly trusting that, yeah? You just think he’ll shield you from everything? He’s gonna get tired of it, don’tcha know?” She giggled, blowing a bubble with her gum.

“Stop!” Was all you could yell, turning on your heel and leaving the room.

Carol’s maniacal cackling distorted into a low chuckling, and the clock only got louder. You slammed open the door to your bathroom only to see a grandfather clock chiming inside your bathroom wall. You went to leave, but the door slammed shut, leaving you trapped in the bathroom. Then you realized. You weren’t in the bathroom. You had run into the room you, Robin, and Steve were in when you were interrogated by the Russians.

“No no no!” You screamed, banging your fist on the door.

“Ah…you’re finally here.” A deep voice rumbled, and a chill shot up your spine. “It’s almost time, don’t you know? I’m sure you’ve known for a while.”

“Please, what did I do?” Your voice came spilling out like a frightened, little kid. “I just wanna go home. I wanna see my little brother.” You squeezed your eyes shut and started ramming into the door to try to get it to open.

“I think you know why you’re here. It’s time for your suffering to end.”

“No…I’m not gonna let you kill me!” After a while of ramming into the door, it suddenly just opened and you started running. You had no clue where you were running to. You just needed to get away.

Three children screaming at Steve to hurry really didn’t make it any easier for him to think.

“Shut up! I’m trying, okay?!” Steve cried out, gripping his hair.

The first song that came to mind was ‘Can’t Help Falling In Love’ by Elvis Presley, but he crossed it out pretty quick. You skipped that song too much. No, it was a Beatles song. You adored the Beatles. After all, there was a poster above your bed. He went through all the songs in his head.

‘Yellow Submarine’ ?

No, not that one.

‘Eleanor Rigby’ ?

No, he knew it wasn’t that.

‘Hey, Jude’ ?

No, you weren’t a fan of that one.

Then it finally clicked. A while back, you and Steve had gone on this date. It was one of Steve’s best experiences ever. The both of you needed a pick-me-up after the whole Starcourt battle. It wasn’t the dinner date that the both of you enjoyed. Someone had actually hit on you during that. It was after. You had gone to Steve’s house since his parents were away, and you guys ended up goofing off like teenagers do. You were sitting on the counter in his kitchen while he looked for something for the both of you to eat. The only light was the refrigerator, illuminating the room. You had suddenly run off. You came back with his record player and placed it on the counter, placing a record in and then taking his hand.

“Let’s dance.”

He was so confused, and then a song started playing. You pulled him into you and the both of you were suddenly dancing around in the kitchen in the refrigerator light. He remembered it perfectly. That was the night you told him what he’d been waiting to hear for so long.

“I love you.”

Steve instantly ran to your basket of tapes that was for your Walkman. He ransacked the entire basket like a wild animal, throwing tapes that weren’t what he was looking for. He accidentally hit Lucas, but he didn’t care.

“Shit, are you serious?! It’s not here!” He yelped, gripping his hair.

“We can’t just stand here!!” Max yelled, having left Lucas’ side and standing by Dustin instead.

Steve left the mess of a basket and stood in front of you again. “Please please, you gotta wake up!” He sobbed, shaking your shoulders even though he knew his attempts were fruitless. “I need you! Dustin needs you!”

“That won’t work, idiot!” Max shouted, panicked.

Steve rested his forehead against yours, bawling as he tried so hard to think of something. He must have been out of his mind to think just shouting would work.

Then, it finally clicked.

“Everybody shut up!!” Steve roared, the panicked shouting of Lucas and Max not helping. He took a deep breath, and opened his mouth.

You had found yourself in a place similar to what Max described in the car. Red, everywhere. It was really gross, especially the dead, broken corpses in the strange fleshy pillars.

“Stop. Running.”

You finally saw it. Vecna. Its body was so grotesque. It did sort of remind you of the texture of the Demogorgon and Demodogs. You really wanted it to put some fucking clothes on.

“Get away from me!!” You shrieked.

“It’s time.”

“No!!”

That’s when you heard. A soft, melodious voice echoed through the horrifying realm. It was a voice you recognized all too well.

Steve.

“Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away.

Now it looks as though they're here to stay.

Oh, I believe in yesterday.”

“Dude, are you singing?”

“Lucas, shut the hell up!” Max hissed.

Steve’s eyes were screwed shut, trying his hardest to block out the voices of the other kids. This was hella embarrassing, but Steve would do anything humiliating if it meant saving the person he planned on marrying.

“Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be.

There's a shadow hanging over me.

Oh, yesterday came suddenly.”

“Why she had to go?

I don't know, she wouldn't say.

I said something wrong.

Now I long for yesterday.”

“What?” Vecna growled as the beautiful voice sounded throughout the environment.

“Steve…” You whispered. He was singing to you. You faintly saw a hole begin to form far away, in the walls of the crimson dimension. You were in your room at home. Steve was holding your face in his hands. Max and Lucas were standing nervously near Dustin, who was bawling.

You instantly started running. As fast as your legs could take you. You tripped every so often, but by god you were going to get back to the people who mattered most to you.

You shrieked as something gross and slimy snaked around your ankle and pulled. You fell forward and were being dragged back towards Vecna.

“Let go!!” You begged, but of course, you just kept getting dragged.

Once you were back to the creature, you were instantly forced up against one of the disgusting, fleshy pillars. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw your body levitate into the air through the little portal.

Steve acted fast. He jumped up on your bed, and gently tugged your floating body toward him. His tears dropped down onto your bed. You’d probably be so pissed when you saw his dirty shoe prints on your bed. He chuckled just a little at the thought, but he kept singing.

“Yesterday love was such an easy game to play.

Now I need a place to hide away.

Oh, I believe in yesterday.”

All you could do was scream. You needed to get the fuck away. Vecna was talking to you, but all you heard was white noise. You finally kicked him the hell away, and you started running for your goddamn life.

As you ran and got closer to the vision of Steve, memories flashed through that made you run faster.

Memories of you and your little brother doing things together as children. Things like playing make-believe outside with sticks as swords and trash can lids as shields. Dustin would always win, of course.

Memories of your first day of middle school and your brother getting all sad, worried you wouldn’t hang out with him as much anymore. You had promised him you’d spend as much time as he wanted with him.

Memories of taking Dustin to that silly little dance, and Steve getting him all hyped up. He looked so precious that day, you had started crying.

Memories of Steve flashed through your mind. How he held you after Tommy and Carol publicly humiliated you in front of the entire lunchroom by dumping a milkshake all over you.

Memories of when you held him in your arms after Nancy broke it off with him. He’d cried into your chest. The first time anybody had ever seen him cry.

Memories of you and Steve dancing in the rain, tripping and falling over after he misstepped. When you two had your first kiss.

Memories of when the both of you were dancing in his kitchen. His hold felt so warm. You always felt like you were at home and safe with Steve Harrington.

“Why she had to go?

I don't know, she wouldn't say.

I said something wrong.

Now I long for yesterday.

Yesterday love was such an easy game to play.

Now I need a place to hide away.

Oh, I believe in yesterday.”

Your eyes shot open and you gasped for air. Gravity gave you zero time to react as you began falling from inside your bedroom, but a pair of large and warm hands tugged you forward and you fell onto the comforting frame of Steve Harrington. Air was being seized from your lungs by a seemingly invisible force. Your body jerked around as you blurted out incoherent, scared noises.

“Hey, hey, I gotcha, I gotcha-!” The same voice that had been singing to you whispered in your ear. “You’re here, okay? You’re safe, you’re okay…” his voice was breaking and trembling, tears falling onto your head.

Your head jerked into the direction of the voice and you were staring into the beautiful brown eyes of the one and only: Steve Harrington. Your throat tightened and only a relieved sob escaped your figure as your arms were thrown around him.

“I know, I know…” he choked out. “I’m so so sorry…but I’m here now, alright? You’re safe. I’ve got you, yeah?” You’d never heard his voice waver like that. “Don’t try to talk, yeah? Just lemme hold you.” He whispered, letting soft weeps fill the room.

The silence was deafening. All that bounced off the walls was the soft cries of Steve and loud sobs of your shaking frame. Steve pressed his lips to about every inch of your face, just savoring the fact you were here. You were okay. He saved you. He couldn’t and didn’t think he ever could describe the gross and ugly terror that consumed him when he saw Dustin exit the house in such a state, and even more so when he saw your frozen body in your room. Steve let his hands roam your body, not in a perverted way, but as a way to reassure him and yourself that he was there. Everything was okay.

It of course took the pair a moment to calm themselves by only a little. Small, broken crying emitted from you, but Steve was just breathing and muttering words of relief as he held. You curled up in his arms and he laughed softly as he held you.

“Wh-What’s so funny..?” Your tired voice whispered out.

“Nothing, dollface…I just…you’re okay.” He mumbled back. The kids had left the room at this point, wanting to get some food. They also figured you two needed a moment. He sniffled shakily and laid his forehead against yours, noses touching. “I…I thought I lost you.” His poor voice broke like fine China. “I thought you were going to die all because I couldn’t think of your favorite song or whatever. Because I didn’t notice the signs earlier.”

“No, Stevie…” You shook your head ever so slightly, your words hoarse. “I should have said something…this is all my fault and I know it. I just was scared. I didn’t want any of you to have to watch me die like Chrissy and Fred.”

Steve only held you tighter. “Shh…don’t blame yourself, yeah? I know you were thinking of us…that’s part of what I love so much about you.” He smiled, tears still slipping down his face.

“I’m really glad you didn’t give up on me.” You whispered.

“I would never dream of it. Now c’mere…”

Steve pulled you closer and finally, your lips met. A sense of pure bliss washed over you both. Was this what Heaven felt like? The kiss lasted for what seemed like hours, and when it stopped, it was quiet for about ten seconds.

“Steve Harrington, why are there shoe prints on my bed?!”

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The Consequences of Believing Demons

Chapter 2: Radio Killed the Video Star

Loona sat on a chair in the hotel lobby, scrolling absentmindedly on Sinstagram. It wasn’t weird to still be liking Vortex’s posts, right? Charlie was freaking out and they were talking about something, Loona really didn’t care enough to bother figuring out what. She heard a crash and her head whipped up- their wall had apparently blown up? Shit like this happened all the time at IMP, and Loona used her usual protocol for these situations- ignoring the problem for a few seconds while staying on her phone, and eventually checking it out if it wasn’t resolved by then.

It hadn’t been resolved by the time she next looked up. In fact, when she next looked up she saw a fucking warship through the hole in the wall. She’d admittedly seen worse but she still decided to check out the commotion. The sinner (probably) in the warship was yelling something about being a ‘villain extraordinaire’ and becoming one of the ‘almighty Vees,’ and Loona couldn’t hold back a laugh at that. Which got confused stares.

“What?” Loona asked.

“Loona, they’re overlords,” Vaggie pointed out.

“The princess of Hell is right here.” She rolled her eyes. “Nobody actually cares about overlords.”

Alastor’s smile widened uncomfortably without meeting his eyes- that seemed to get to him. “My dear, I think you’d do well to think twice about that statement.”

“Sure,” she replied sarcastically, pulling her phone back out. In her limited experience, overlords could be sensitive about the fact that they really weren’t as high up on Hell’s pyramid as they liked to believe they were.

She glanced up a few times to Alastor using his weird tentacle powers to shake around the warship. Admittedly, she hadn’t seen that coming, considering that the radio demon was a deer, not some kind of octopus. Hell worked in mysterious ways. She took a quick picture for Sinstagram.

Eventually, the warship was taken down or something, because Alastor had left a few sinners under his jurisdiction to repair the wall and fucked off to who-knows-where. Around that time, she got a message from blitz to clock in.

“Yeah, I’m gonna go too,” she’d told Charlie. “Work.” She created a portal a short walk away from the hotel, and sat down at her desk to half-ass her job as IMP’s receptionist.

“Loony!” Blitz had greeted her. “Any new recruits?”

“Nah. There’s, like, no one there.” She was as visibly disinterested as always.

“Did you see that broadcast from Vox?” Blitz asked. “Half of Pentagram City lost power because of that fucker’s shit with his ex or whatever.”

“Mhm,” Loona said, not paying attention to whatever Blitz was on about. He left her desk, probably going to his office? Throughout the day, business was as slow as always, with a grand total of two customers interested in IMP’s services. One couldn’t pay, so Loona got to scare him off. The other could and so she’d sent him into Blitz’s office, opened up the portal for the three of them, and got them out a couple hours later. They were all covered in sewage for some reason that they refused to talk about. Because of her enhanced sense of smell, Loona really didn’t want to be in a room with that. So, it was time to go back to the hotel, where she could watch a marginally nicer smelling trainwreck instead.

She entered the hotel just as Angel was saying something about Devil’s Dandruff? No wonder no sinners were signing up to be here- how was the hotel supposed to get big with this writing quality?

“Fuck’s up with him?” She asked, pointing to the snake.

“That’s Sir Pentious, our latest resident!” Charlie explained.

“Didn’t he fall out of that ship? Like, the one attacking the hotel earlier?” Loona paused, confused. “Also, why’s he wearing that stupid outfit?”

“Thank you!” Angel dust said emphatically, despite the fact that he was only wearing a slightly less stupid outfit.

“The outfits aren’t stupid,” Vaggie added defensively. One of the two probably designed them, probably Charlie since Vaggie usually came to Charlie’s defense.

“I have come to repent for my ssssins,” the snake explained.

Loona sniffed the air. The strongest scents were that of the wood, glue, and insulator from the new wall. If they weren’t in Hell, someone should’ve warned them about the formaldehyde in the glue. There were smells she’d come to expect, like the individual odors of the staff members (and Angel), a hint of sweat and tears, and even a little despair. What was odd, besides the recognizable scent of Sir Pentious, was the reek of Voxtech. “Who got a new phone?” She asked as she sat down on her usual chair.

“None of us?” Angel responded. “We’ve all been here all day.”

“Someone has brand new Voxtech.” She raised an eyebrow. “You had time to get a new phone between exploding and crawling back here?” She asked Sir Pentious. The confusion she was feeling was clear in her tone. Didn’t Alastor hate that guy?

“No?” The snake tried.

“Bullshit.”

He turned to Charlie. “I believe your hellhound iss lying to you,” he offered. She hadn’t really cared that much beyond a basic curiosity before, but now that she was just ‘the hellhound,’ it was on.

Loona’s ears were pinned back, and she growled, “I’m not their fucking hellhound,” as she lunged at him.

She caught the snake off-guard, and landed a hit on his face. He was slippery, though, and managed to get away- and then Vaggie grabbed her and held her back. She noticed Alastor’s body language looking more uncomfortable than usual- what was up with that? He was fine with a little fighting before.

“Sir Pentious, Loona is a fellow resident at the hotel, not a hellhound,” Charlie corrected. “Loona, please don’t start fights.”

She begrudgingly broke away from Vaggie’s grip. “Fine.” She was a little mad that Sir Pentious had started that in the first place, and a little confused because why would someone lie about getting a new phone? But this was above her pay grade, especially since Charlie wasn’t paying her. She pulled her phone back out and only half-listened to the skit. Apparently, Charlie was making Angel play a crack dealer? Seriously? She really didn’t care enough to say anything, but when the script had Sir Pentious brag about not having sex before marriage, she couldn’t help but wince- that must be rough to hear.

Hours later, she was woken up from some really good sleep by some other stunt with that stupid fucking snake. He and the porn star were yelling at each other about some kind of camera?

…That was what she’d detected earlier, wasn’t it? The whole interaction made a lot more sense now.

Loona didn’t care enough to leave her room, but her extra-sensitive hearing detected some kind of phone call after it was revealed that the snake had been spying, then some crying, and then some annoying fucking apology song. She rolled her eyes, pushing the pillow over her head. She’d heard so much better.

In the morning, on her way back to Imp City, Loona did leave a note under Sir Pentious’s door to watch his back. She was here first and foremost to fuck with people, and this snake was just begging to be messed with.

#hazbin #hazbin hotel #helluva #helluva boss #loona #helluva loona #radio killed the video star #sir pentious #fanfic #the consequences of believing demons

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ihhfhonao3 · 10 months

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Getting tired of ao3 being down, so I’ll post the link when it’s back up (since I was able to post it RIGHT before it went out), but I’m not letting it ruin my klapollo week!! Fic for klapollo week day 2: weakness is below the cut! And if you like my stuff, read my user, I’m ihhfh on ao3 :3

“Are you ready, Klavier?” Apollo asked as he straightened up his tie.

“Almost!” Klavier called from inside the bathroom. “Just finishing up with doing my hair!”

Apollo let out a cross between a chuckle and a sigh. “We’re gonna be late if you don’t hurry up.” He checked the clock. He wanted to leave in exactly five minutes. Knowing Klavier, however, this would probably end up being ten more. Apollo headed into the bathroom to find Klavier brushing and curling his hair into its signature spiral.

“Hallo!” Klavier said cheerfully as Apollo entered. “Come here often?”

Apollo smiled and sat on top of the closed toilet seat. “Could you try to hurry up please?”

“I’m trying, I’m trying,” said an exasperated Klavier. “But this takes time. My hair is delicate, ja? I don’t want to risk damaging it in any way.”

Apollo shook his head and got up, then went to put his shoes on. Klavier followed him out shortly after and did the same. They left Klavier’s apartment together and went to his car to drive to the district court. While they were driving, Apollo let out a quiet sigh that, unfortunately, Klavier ended up hearing.

“What’s up, mein lieber?” Klavier asked.

“I dunno,” Apollo mumbled. “I just…” he hesitated. “I was thinking.”

“Did it hurt? Klavier asked.

“Har har,” said Apollo, unamused. “But really I… Do you… do you think that we’ll ever get out of the dark age?”

“The dark age of what?”

“Of the law. This dark age that we’re in right now… lawyers getting their verdict by any means necessary, even if that means lying… Do you think we’ll ever get out of this?”

“Ah…” Klavier trailed off. “I mean, do you want the hopeful answer, or the realistic answer?”

“Realistic,” Apollo said.

“Well,” the blonde took a moment trying to figure out how to properly word what he was about to say. “I personally truly believe that we can. And while I do think that we can, it’s gonna take a lot of work and perseverance. It definitely won’t be a fight without loss, hardship, grief, and the like. But we’ll manage. We’ll keep fighting and we’ll find a way to end it all. We always do, ja?”

Apollo sighed and looked out the window at the passing trees and houses. “Sometimes… Sometimes I just get… really discouraged,” he mumbled.

“Hm?” Klavier asked.

“I get discouraged,” Apollo repeated. “And I sometimes worry that it’ll never get better. That all of the lies and the idea of winning your desired verdict come hell or high water will just become… the norm.”

“That isn’t an uncommon worry, forehead,” Klavier said. “But I mean, look at us. We’re a prosecutor and a defense attorney. Two opposing councils, that are somewhat intended to hate each other, that somehow ended up dating. We love each other. We’re boyfriends. We’re also prime examples of what could be- and what should be. Defense and prosecution alike working together for the truth. Us being together is the greatest rebellion there is.”

Apollo smiled. Klavier always knew how to motivate him. Eventually, Klavier pulled into the court parking lot, and the two exited the car, hand in hand. Before entering the courthouse, Apollo planted a kiss on Klavier’s cheek. Klavier blushed softly.

“Ach,” he said, not knowing what else to say. “Let’s go in there and… uh… give them the truth!”

Apollo snickered. “God, that’s awful. Leave the inspirational pre-court slogans to me, okay babe?”

Klavier nodded, and the two walked in together, ready to give the people what they deserved.

The truth.

#klapollo #apollo justice #klavier gavin #klapollo week 2023 #aa4 #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #tagging as ao3 so the sad little fangirls in my phone have something to read

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marvelwitchergilmore · 2 years

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Love In The Bureau 5/?

They hadn’t seen one another in 8 years until her boss decided to leave, leaving the position of Team Leader up for grabs. Kate wasn’t the happiest when she found out who it was, but maybe something can change this time round...

Enemies to friends to lovers. CM level violence. AU!

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"Eyes up, guys. He could be in here anywhere." Jess told them through comms.

For the last three hours, she had been planning everything with the team. Financial records had flagged on her computer from an old case. So, with the help of the BAU, she'd finally found a real identity of a person on the inner circle of a cartel in Virginia.

Spencer was sat in one of the booths with JJ, across from Rossi - to any passer by, they were just a couple meeting the parents, and the way they were talking, it was clearly JJ's stepdad introducing his daughter and son-in-law to his new girlfriend who was clearly late. Emily was sat by the bar, sipping on a martini, virgin obviously, and Luke sat at the other end of the bar, 'eyeing' Emily up.

And in the other corner of the bar, sat side by side, facing one another were Kate and Dean. Clearly, on a date. To anyone else's mind, anyway.

Dean's hand lay gently with care and affection on Kate's leg, leaning in a little. Her doing the same, keeping his eye contact.

Neither had spoken since that night. Not properly, anyhow.

~ ~ ~

Jess had given them their tasks. Their roles that they would be playing later tonight. And it was safe to say that Dean and Kate couldn't feel more awkward.

They were stood inside the locker rooms, the only thing between them being a block of lockers as they got dressed into their 'date' outfit.

Jess had said with them being close it would be the most believable. And everyone else agreed. Away from the feelings, simply when they stood by one another, they looked like a couple. Hell, a couple of cops had thought they were dating when they went to help out. One even thought they were married.

"Well, you bicker like it." They had told them when they found out they were just friends.

But now, here they stood, getting changed and the silence couldn't have been more defening.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Dean asked her eventually.

"Why wouldn't I be? I've gone undercover before."

"Kate."

Kate knew all too well what he was actually talking about.

"It's a job, Dean. We're co-workers, aren't we?"

"Is that all we are?" He asked, his voice a little on the harsher side.

"It's all we can be."

"Says who?"

"Why would we be anything different?" Kate asked him.

They were now both dressed. "Kate, we both know what happened-"

"Nothing happened."

"Is that what we're calling it?"

"Nothing. Happened." Kate reiterated. "Zip me up?"

Kate turned around, moving her hair out of the way, not once looking him in the eye. Dean was a little...confused? Disappointed?

They had been friends and now she couldn't even look him in the eye? Had it truely been that bad?

It took him a few seconds but he zipped her up. She moved her hair back, not once turning around. She continued walking, picking up her bag, closing her locker and making a B-line for the door ahead.

"Kate-"

Dean tried to call out after her but she didn't say much. Didn't say anything at all. Just kept walking.

~ ~ ~

"Got him." Luke said through comms as he lifted his drink.

Dean could see the door from where he was sat. "Eyes open. He's not alone."

"What?" Jess asked. She was across the street in a small apartment with Garcia and a couple other Agents.

"Don't look now, but our guy has clocked you."

Dean shifted his eyes to the second entrance of the resturant. He was looking around but there was that look in his eyes. He knew someone was here.

"Got him." Dean spoke in a low voice, never once making eye contact with anyone else other than Kate. "I'm gonna do something and you can yell at me later. Just follow my lead."

Kate nodded and quickly found Dean's hand on her cheek, pulling her in for a kiss. It was soft. It was more than a peck - it was a kiss. Part of it made Kate dizzy by the time he pulled away.

Dean took her hand in his, standing up. "Let's go home." He told her. Anyone could be watching them right now. And they were. He could feel their eyes on him and Kate.

Dean walked with Kate trailing a little behind him but only for a second because a second or two later, Dean bumped into someone.

"Oh, sorry, pal." Dean apologised.

The guy - Kate tried not to react. They guy was their guy. The guy who they had been looking for.

"Don't worry about it." He said, clearly supressing annoyance. After all, it had been an accident. Hadn't it?

Dean looked back to Kate, pulling her closer, an arm now around her as they continued walking until they got outside.

"Are you okay?" Kate played along as they walked away.

As they finally made it outside, they crossed over the road and circled the building until they found the back exit to the apartment building and found their way inside to Jess and Garcia.

"Garcia, track this chip." Dean told her, handing over a small piece of paper with it's coding on.

"You chipped him?" Kate asked, now understanding why Dean had 'bumped' into him.

Dean looked to her and nodded quickly before looking back to the screen, a hand on the desk whilst the other was at the back of Garcia's chair.

"They knew we were coming. He brought a friend. And-"

"Guys, who's got eyes on him?" Alvez asked.

"I don't know, he was here a second-" Emily began before JJ cut her off.

"Kitchen."

The following five minutes were filled with the evacuations and arrests.

"We don't have anything concrete to-" Jess now began as Alvez made the arrest of the second guy.

"What would you call that Prentiss?" Alvez asked, showing a bag of white powder.

"Well, I'd call that cocaine."

"Or maybe we do." Jess now said, hearing the conversation.

Meanwhile, Kate stood in the small bedroom behind a changing screen whilst Garcia sat on the bed, going through the black gym bag by her side that belonged to Kate, handing her her change of clothes.

"So what happened back there?" Garcia smiled.

Kate could hear her smile through her words.

"What do you think happened?"

Garcia still had a smile prominent on her face. "Well, I think our hunk of a team leader just kissed you in one of the most romantic ways possible. Well, romantic for being in the field."

"Penn."

"What? Hey, I saw it all through the security camera's. I'd call it romantic." Penelope told her, handing her a t-shirt. "So, what was it like?"

"Penelope!"

"Come on. Humor me. Please?"

Kate sighed. "It was...nice."

"Nice? He kisses you and all you can say is, it was nice?"

"Fine, more than nice. I don't know what else to say, Pen. He's...He's my Boss. I can't exactly call it the best kiss of my life."

Penelope stopped moving, her mind ticking over. And then Kate came out, now fully dressed.

"Oh my, god."

Kate stuffed her dress into the bag, not making eye contact with Penny.

"What?"

"You like him."

"What?" Kate asked again.

Penelope laughed. "Oh, you really like him."

"I've got to go."

"See you later. Say hi to lover boy for me."

Kate shut the door behind her, Garcia now turning back, talking to herself.

"Oh, she really, really likes him." Penny laughed to herself for a moment before it faded into a content smile.

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The pair laughed, their eyes landing on each others. They had been holding eye contact the entire conversation but something about this felt different. More...deeper. Deeper than just two co-workers talking in the dim lights of the empty office...

They kissed.

They were kissing.

It was soft. Slow. Meaningful, romantic, calm and a little scary all at once. But they were kissing.

And neither had ever had a kiss like it.

It was a kiss that was only ever in movies. Or read about in books.

Neither had any idea that it could exist in real life.

And as they pulled back, needing air, their heads rested together, both unable to open up their eyes.

Niether had realised their hands had landed together, either. Holding each other with a gentle yet firm grip. They were safe. And safer together.

However, after a content silence passed over them, they both heard a noise causing them to jump. Kate more so.

"It's okay, it's just the printer shutting off." Dean assured her.

Kate was now stood, her hand still in Dean's as he sat. And suddenly all her emotions began to overwhelm her.

"I-I shouldn't - I - I'm sorry."

Kate dropped Dean's hand, moving to grab her jacket, shoving it on. "I- I shouldn't have kissed you."

"Kate. It's okay. I kissed you. I - is everything okay?"

"What? Yeah. Yeah, fine. M' fine. I- I have to go."

"Wait, Kate-"

Dean reached out, taking her hand in his again. "Kate. What's wrong? Did I do something? I'm sorry if I-"

Kate shook her head. "No. It - I -- You're my...I need to go."

"Shouldn't we talk-"

"I'll see you in a few days." Kate cut him off, grabbing her bag and making her way to the elevator. But Dean seemed glued to the stop where he stood, watching her scurry away.

"Kate? Kate?!"

But no answer. Kate just hit the close door button and sped away as quick as she could.

Everything in her told her to go back to him. Everything in her wanted to go back to him. So why was she running? Everyone on the team thought they were together. Everyone who they met when stood by one another thought they were dating. Hell, she'd be kidding herself if she said she hadn't thought about it once or twice over the years. Especially in the last year or so.

And it hadn't seemed so bad. It didn't now. So, why was she running?

Dean called her every few hours over the following days they had off. She had gotten out of there so quickly, he didn't really know how to respond. So, he told her it was okay. And that they should talk. If she wanted to forget it, he would. All she would have to do is give him the word and it was done.

But he didn't. He didn't want to forget. He wanted to keep that memory forever. Hell, it kept him awake every night after.

But the longer time went on, the more awkward it got. They wouldn't stay in the room with one another more than five minutes. It was worse than when they hated each other. Mostly because every urge was making them want to yell from the rooftops to stay, but they wouldn't.

But that all changed the moment Jess came back into the picture with her mission.

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"The chip can only track him so many miles." Dean told Jess. "Once he's out of it - or changes clothes - we've lost him."

"How'd you know he'd be the one to get away?"

"Same way I know Kate hasn't killed me yet." Dean answered, Jess giving a small questioning look. "Luck."

"Ah."

Dean nodded and looked back to the screen.

It took a few hours but eventually they got a hold of him again. And, with luck, their target hadn't changed clothes as of yet.

"Where is he?" Dean asked, barging through Garcia's office door.

"National City Bank."

"Okay, text that location to the team. I'll call SWAT."

An hour later, they were stood outside the bank, their guy inside doing god-knows-what. All they knew was that people were inside and one of the tellers were locked in the managers room with him.

Meanwhile, outside SWAT was getting ready and Garcia was sat inside the van, hacking into the bank's security so they could get a good eye on what they were dealing with. However, as they were about to go in, Jess following Dean, he stuck his arm out stopping her in her tracks. As much as she had the field experience - he wasn't ready to see her go.

"Wha-"

"If this goes sideways, I don't want to be the one calling Sam." Dean told her.

"Dean, I'll be fine."

"No. Stay in the van with Garcia."

"Dean-"

"Jess-"

"Dean. No."

Dean shook his head. "Jess, I've already lost enough people. I'm not losing you, too."

It took a few moments, but with a reluctant sigh, Jess stepped back. Only, as she did, Kate came out from the van strapping on her vest.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Starbucks?"

Kate tightened her vest before checking her holster.

"Kate-"

Sighing, Kate looked up to Dean. "Look, you still need a secondary and Garcia needs Jess' help anyway. Look into all the financials. There's a reason he wanted the clerk and not the manager. If anyone can find it, it's you." Kate said, looking to Jess.

And, with a small smile, Jess looked to her brother-in-law and leaned in a little, her arms folded across her chest. "She's good for you."

Kate didn't hear this since she was too busy focusing on checking her gun.

As the van door shut behind Jess, Dean walked over to Kate.

"I'm not letting you go in there. Kate, if anything happens to you-"

Kate gave a small chuckle. "Aww, it's cute you think you've got a say in that."

"I do have a say in that. I'm your Team Leader."

Kate sighed, finishing tightening her gear, she looked up to Dean. Her eyes strong.

"Yeah, well, you still need a seocndary and Prentiss and Alvez are dealing with the public whilst JJ deals with the press since Garcia is stuck in the van and Rossi is helping out the cops. And you were the one that trained me."

"Yeah," Dean agreed. "For six months."

"You still trained me." Kate pointed out. "I'm your best option. Now, shall we get to it?"

It took a few moments longer than either of them liked but Dean eventually backed down. "Alright."

They finally made their way into the building, the pair stuck side by side, SWAT getting in and helping the hostages.

Three hours later everything had been sorted. Jess could charge him under fraudulent claims and he'd be going away for a lot longer than he would have liked. People were safe.

Except for one...

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