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arminsumi · 8 months

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can i get an eager, inexperienced gojo? he is probably so silly and loving during sexy time but he still acts like a horndog, not sure where to touch, kinda nerv but tryna cover it up bc he’s the strongest sorcerer, ofc he’s been with so many ladies before!!!! (he hasn’t but he doesn’t want YOU to know that)

love your works as always stay safe💗💗💗

AIN'T NEVER DID THIS BEFORE, NO.

𝐆. 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 — 五条悟

NOTE: this made me think of that j. cole song so i looped it while writing all 2.3k of this fic 🥴 i hope u like what i did!! mwaaa smooches!! hope ur well <3

🔞 mdni / 18+ content

SUMMARY — Gojo's saved up his virginity ever since he met you, savoring every wet dream through the years until he finally got the real thing in a hotel room in Okinawa.

WARNINGS — fem reader, n.sfw content, profanity, pre-established relationship

SMUT WARNINGS — virginity loss, light dirty talk, nicknames (good girl, sweet girl, daddy), Gojo's so nervous and inexperienced wheee😩💗, protected sex/condoms used, multiple rounds (2), kitty eating, giving him head, fluffy ending scene, lmk if i have missed smth and pls overlook errors i'm slepy asf it's 2am

Wordcount ≈ 2.3k

Playme ♪ wet dreamz

🍒 𝐉𝐚𝐲 — サクランボ ⋅ 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 !

You can’t miss the way his Addam’s apple shifts up and down when he swallows, or the way he gawks when you wiggle out of your clothes and toss them off the side of the hotel bed.

Where are my hands supposed to go?

He’s thinking that while haphazardly squeezing a large handful of your hips and hotly kissing your neck.

This has been his long-anticipated dream come true… see, Gojo Satoru met you in high school. And the first thing he thought to himself was I want her to take my virginity. So, he had promised himself that one day, when he was older, he was gonna give it to you.

All his cheeky flirting and dirty jokes got him here, in this room of some dreadfully expensive hotel in Okinawa. Yes, he’s cheesy, as cheesy as he was when he used to lean over his desk during high school to whisper dumb pickup lines into your ear; he requested rose petals and wine. He had the lights dimmed. He laid you down with kisses right on top of those strewn petals.

Crazed, feverish, eager, overwhelmed; he was bursting with a bunch of feelings – predominantly horniness. He’s always had that horny twang about him, he was unashamed about it around you – it’s what got you hot for him in the first place, the fact that he was so bold with his dirty jokes and naughty hints.

But now he’s struggling to find his words. Now that smart mouth is sparsely throwing out witty remarks. Now he was heavily relying on comedy to ease his nervousness and mask his inexperienced movements.

He let you roll on top and savored each kiss that you pressed down his chest – heaving, he was heaving and hot already and all the two of you had done so far was romantic French kissing and tentative touches across each other’s bare skin.

The heat of your flushed cheeks seared his lower abdomen.

How low is she gonna go – oh my god what do I do – play it cool – oh my god is she actually – wow this is really happening.

Such a mess of goofy thoughts passed through his mind when you pressed a testing kiss to his glistening cockhead. Giving the slit a lick made his shoulders scrunch up, and his voice shook a bit, “Shit, baby, you don’t have to do that if you don’t w – want to… oh fuck…”

“But I’ve wanted to suck it so bad, I’ve thought about it so much.” You batted your eyes at him.

His stomach flipped.

“O-okay… ” he breathed. In the back of his mind, he was self-conscious about sounding like a virgin… because he totally was. And he wasn’t masking it very well when you started kissing and licking on his cock.

Feling your tongue swirl circles around his bulbous head, then swiping the underside, nearly made him bust right there. It took every bit of this strong boy’s strength to hold it in. And there was a lot to hold in.

“Oh that’s so fucking good.” He moaned.

You lowered your lips down his slickened cock, the warmth and texture of it delighting your tongue. Taking in his scent, his taste, his sounds – when you hollowed out your cheeks and suctioned your lips around him, he let out an uneasy moan. He was really gonna bust right there in your mouth if he didn’t tell you to ease up.

“B-baby, you’re so good at that – but – but fuckkk – slow down f’me…” he pleaded, big hand coming to the back of your head as you slid off his cock – that also almost made him bust. Oh god, you unknowingly edged him. Maybe you knew that, because you giggled at the way his cock jumped and visibly twitched after popping your lips off of it.

“Sorry, you good?” you asked him sweetly. He looked at you through lust-glazed eyes, his lower lip glistening with a bit of drool.

“ ‘m okay – fuck come here and get on your back. ‘Wanna do that to you too.” He commanded you, eagerly shuffling positions.

He lowered his face between your legs, marvelling at the shiny wet sheen smeared across your inner thigh. A thin web of juice connected from your hole.

“Sorry, I know it’s rude to stare.” He chuckled, joking to lighten his nerves. But earning a laugh from you made his heart flutter before he dove right into it – now here’s where you realized something.

He was inexperienced. Totally. Sweetly so. His tongue flicked and darted around, swiping along your slit, gathering your juices like he was thirsty. The way he licked you up felt like he was some college boy giving his crush head in a lucid dream.

But if there’s one thing you know about Gojo Satoru, it’s that he can do anything he tries. You started out giggling and squirming on his face, and ended up squealing his name and arching your back. Switching between suckling at your clit and lapping at your folds and slipping his buttery tongue into your hole – he was having fun figuring it out.

And my god, he had the biggest, smuggest, most smackable grin on his face when he made you cum.

“W-wipe that grin off your face.” You panted, half-dazed from your orgasm.

His grin only grew wider. Now he was feeling a bit cocky, a little high on a sugar rush of confidence because he just made the girl of his dreams cum from a little amateur tongue-fucking.

“You musta really wanted it bad, huh?” he teased, crawling up to meet your face and pressing a few wet, sloppy kisses to your awaiting lips. You could taste yourself, and he was conscious of that – and it made him almost bust on your tummy. You felt his cock jumping and twitching and throbbing against your skin.

“Don’t get all smug now…” you muttered.

His plumped, flushed lips hovered over your face. “Thanks for the meal.” He whispered jokingly, wiping your juice off his cheek with his thumb and suckling it off.

“Hahaha what!” you broke out laughing. “You’re ridiculous!”

He ran his tongue over his lips to tease you, “Tasted better than in my dreams.”

Now that made you flush hotter underneath him. Because for some reason, it hadn’t occurred to you that he had wet dreams of you. But he did. And he was too embarrassed to admit the number – it was big. He dreamed of you a lot. Especially taking you from the back… so naturally

“Turn around f’me, please?” he asked, “I wanna see you from the back.”

Your lack of hesitation to switch positions for him made his heart thump.

“Good girl…” he muttered under his breath, unsure of how you’d take the nickname. But hearing your giggly hum and seeing your hips wiggle up to his pelvis reassured him that you liked it.

So he engulfed you from behind, “You like that?” he whispered into your ear, big hand smoothing over the curves of your body to get a good feel of it. “Want me to call you a good girl?”

You nodded into the plush pillow, “Yes please. I like it.” You mumbled into the fabric.

“Can’t hear you, speak up.” He smiled against the shell of your ear teasingly. “Daddy’s hard of hearing.” He joked.

You rolled your eyes at his dumb goofiness. For some reason you thought it would switch off in the bedroom, but no – he was just as much as a dumb good in and out of bed.

“ ‘call me your good girl, please. I like it.”

His cock twitched. He’d started rubbing and pressing his cock into you from the back. The way your thighs and plush little pussy hugged him was better than any dream – lucid or not. And he’s had a lot of lucid wet dreams of you. Of this, specifically; taking you from behind. In his dreams, he’s pounding into you so good that you cream and cream and cream all over him. He just hopes he can actually achieve that in reality.

When he lowers his hands and fists his cock a bit before running the head between your folds, a pang of nervousness strikes his chest. That feeling came over him – that realization that oh, I’m gonna have my first time.

“So pretty…” he compliments, one hand soothingly caressing around your pussy.

To you, it almost feels like he might have done this before – you’re not sure – with the way he lightly smacks his cock on your hole, and the way he tests your smallness by slipping his tip in and out, you think he’s probably got at least a bit of experience under his belt.

But no. No, not at all. Not even a little bit. In fact, before you, he only kissed two people – and the first didn’t count to him because he hated it, and the second also didn’t count apparently because he was just practicing with Suguru in anticipation of kissing you one day.

“Fuck me…” he hissed through his gritted teeth when he finally sunk more than his tip through your hole.

“Fucking didn’t expect it to feel this good…” he thought out loud. “Might bust right here… fuck.” He blurted, then proceeded to boyishly blush.

Little hole squeezing on his virgin cock, hips wiggling back to meet his pelvis and take him deeper, you pawed behind you to feel him. “Baby, I-I gotta tell you something.” He begins embarrassedly, the nervous twang in his voice is so unfamiliar that you look back at him. “I’ve never done this before…” after he said that he sucked in a breath through his teeth at the feeling of your hole tightening and untightening.

You blink at him, and he’s worried for a split second before you smile sheepishly and tell him that he’s your first, too. Well, that little fun fact is what made him snap his hips against your ass and start fucking into you like he was some sort of crazed animal. He felt dizzied with the rush of pleasure, so stirred by the feeling of your pussy sucking his cock – there was no comparable thing in the world to him right then. He was definitely gonna become a sex-crazed fiend after this night, he thought. Absolutely. How could he not?

“S’toruuu – right there right there!” you cried out his name with such a pretty, strained voice that it made him want to tell you he loves you.

“Here? You like it here?” he hit that spot harder and harder, the squelching sound so dirty that you almost felt ashamed for a second. “My good girl gonna cum like this? Yeah? F-fuck t-t-tell me when you’re close ‘cause I’m close – really fucking close – fuck fuck fuck ahhh ‘gonna cum!”

He’s driving into that sweet spot while he cums, spilling a warm creamy mess into the condom – completely falling to pieces. Gojo’s always been inclined to obsessing over things, and he knows right then – when he cums with your quivering pussy sucking him in – that he’s gonna be obsessing over sex with you after this.

“Keep goinggg ‘m gonna cum too, please!” you whimpered from underneath him. He heard you, he was attentive even though he was panting and dazed. His thrusts got sloppy and he weighted on your body more heavily, you could feel his heartbeat.

“Good girl – g-good girl, rub your pretty clit. Want me to do it for you? M’kay sweet thing, lemme get you there – ah yeah? That feel good? You like daddy’s fingers toying with this pretty pussy? Oh fuck you’re gonna cum aren’t you?” he breathed all that into your ear and it absolutely destroyed you, especially with how those intense blue eyes piercingly stared down at you from behind.

“Get that relief, pretty girl – cum all over me. Fuck, there we go – oh wow…” he hit another sweet spot, feeling you gush and writhe under his imposing frame got him close again. “Fuck, baby – just a second, j-just a second ‘m gonna get ‘nother condom, n-need to fucking cum in that pussy again.” He pulled out quick, fingers struggling to free his cock of his already filled lil’ rubber. Squeezing into another one was one of the fastest yet most frustrating things he’s done in a while – oh, you just know that he’s gonna ditch the condoms as soon as you give him the green light to do so. Patience, he thought. He’s gonna need patience and a lot of rubbers.

“Ah fuck me! Satoru!” you arched your back when he re-entered.

“ ‘m gonna cum again, baby – fuck – s-sorry is it too much?” he breathed into your neck. Sweat beaded down his torso, down his thighs – both your bodies pricked with just enough sweat to make it erotically uncomfortable.

You barely managed to tell him that it wasn’t too much because of the way he was sloppily hitting his cockhead into your pussy. Feverish, dazed, pussy-drunk and love-drunk, you felt his hot lips nibbling at your shoulder, then he unexpectedly sank his teeth into your skin. It wasn’t sore, but those canines were a bit sharp.

Muffled moans on your skin sent a shiver down your back, one that travelled to your ass and thighs.

Rolling off to the side, panting and laying exhausted and unmoving.

“Fuck.” He muttered as if to say that was mind-blowing.

“Fuck.” You agreed.

“And ya didn’t even tell me you were a virgin!”

“You didn’t tell me, either!” you giggled, rolling into his embrace.

“But it’s hot if the girl is a virgin!”

You laughed with him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked.

He stayed silent for a little while, pulling you closer and caressing your shoulder. The two of you stared up at the ceiling.

“It’s embarrassing.” He admitted. “There was a time I wanted to lose my virginity just so that when I finally got to you, I’d be able to please you better. But I’m glad I waited…”

“Mmm really?” you hummed, he felt your smile print on his chest.

“…yeah.” You could hear his little smile in his voice. “I’m glad I gave it to you.”

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eddiesghxst · 5 months

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PRICE OF FAME (PART 9/12)

HIIII HERE SHE IS!! i hope u enjoyyyy <3

18+ — MINORS DNI

pairing: rockstar!eddie x journalist!reader

summary: you have questions and eddie needs to get something off of his chest

contains: enemies to lovers trope, alcohol consumption, sexual themes, angst, feelings feelings feelings, and eddie going through a crisis <3

word count: 5.1k

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Eddie’s gonna be sick.

There’s a sweet smell of pancakes and coffee wafting through the air and a dizzying chatter dancing amongst the table, and Eddie’s going to be sick.

He’s not sure why because all he’s had was a cup of throat coat, half a French toast, and a cigarette, but he has a feeling it has something to do with the empty chair across from him. Or maybe it’s the guilt that’s been churning in his gut since the moment he stepped out of your room last night. Or maybe it’s the realization of the truth that Eddie was forced to admit when Richie found him at the studio early this morning.

Eddie’s not sure who told Richie or how much of the story Richie knows, but Eddie hates feeling like this— feeling out of control. It’s a sick feeling Eddie had been used to when growing up, but now that he’s older and has his career and money, Eddie does everything in his power to never get into situations like this— and nine times out of ten, these situations only come with things like the press.

And it’s upsetting— the way this has spun out— because Eddie knew this would be the result, and he was so desperate to avoid it in the beginning, but he’s not sure when that persistence vanished. Somewhere along the line, you managed to find the split in Eddie. The part that needed fixing the most. Eddie’s not sure where that split is, but he feels it, and the change— you— has seeped too deep into his skin to dig out, and Eddie is panicking.

He’s been panicking since yesterday— since he fucking pulled out of you, and you looked at him like he was the only person you’ve ever really seen. Like you were seeing him in color for the first time.

He couldn’t think because all that tossed around in his mind was you.

He couldn’t speak because all that would form on his tongue was your name.

He couldn’t breathe because all he would inhale and exhale was your scent.

He was drowning in you yesterday. Sinking like a stone, quicker than he’d ever intended to— because, believe it or not, Eddie was ready to take the plunge.

He was ready to try and figure out his path of redemption from being the asshole you (rightfully so) hate to someone you could maybe forgive and tolerate. The first step to that was supposed to be the song from the show, but fucking James ruined that.

It was all fucked. Everything was fucked. The way Eddie was going to apologize was flipped upside down, and you both moved too quick, and now Eddie’s in way over his head— because jesus christ, Richie grilled the shit out of him this morning.

Eddie’s going to be sick.

“Anyone know what’s up with Rich this morning?” One of the crew members asks. Jeff shrugs, tossing a grape into his mouth, “Beats me. He’s always upset about something, though.”

Eddie tries to muster through the rest of breakfast, but when Richie comes back into the room without you in tow, Eddie decides he can’t sit here a moment longer with that empty chair staring at him.

Although Eddie practically begs Richie to let him skip out of the group interview, he still finds himself walking down the hall of the hotel. The interview is being held in Richie’s suite and was originally planned to be a few days after the residency was over, but a change of plans with photoshoots in LA caused some last-minute alterations to the planned schedule.

Eddie spent the day holed up in a friend's studio. He hasn’t seen you since breakfast, and the day is almost over now, so it’s safe to say the initial shell-shock feeling of the sticky situation he’s tossed you both into has somewhat dissolved. Eddie didn’t record anything at the studio; he only wrote, and the change of scenery, with the added peace away from his friends/bandmates, gave him a more open space to figure his thoughts out.

So, when Eddie sees you walking out of your room, he immediately knows now is his chance to do what he’s been milling about in his head all day— because when Eddie said sorry and when he spent hours fucking you into your bed to show you just how sorry he was, he meant it— and he needs to tell you that before things get misconstrued as they always do.

You’re not paying attention, too focused on sorting through the questions you’ve prepared for the band, so you’re face is riddled with shock when Eddie places a hand on your shoulder.

“I think we should maybe talk…”

Eddie’s not sure what he expected you to say, but he sure as hell didn’t expect you to turn to him and nod, “Yeah, I think we should.” Eddie nods as well, taking a breath and opening his mouth to speak, but you’re cutting him off before he can even fully form his thoughts, “Where the fuck have you been?”

And that’s not what Eddie thought you would start with, but it’s better than he expected. “Um—”

“I’ve been signing papers all fucking day thanks to you,” You stress, “And the only person that has any answers to the millions of questions I have is you, but you’ve been missing in action all fucking day, so what the fuck?” You snap.

Eddie’s face pinches in confusion, “Signing papers? What papers?”

You scoff, sarcastically shrugging, “I don’t know, maybe the fucking NDAs Richie piled onto me, again, because of you,” You’re tone is dripping in irritation, and Eddie only finds your disgruntled look to be cute. “Thanks for that, by the way. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that I’m not here to ruin your life, but the last thing I want to do is tell the world all about how I was dumb enough to let you fuck me.”

You don’t exactly care that a cleaning maid is just a few doors down, but Eddie does because this is precisely how shit gets into the press. “Jesus Christ,” Eddie mutters, wrapping a hand around your arm and tugging you off into the small ice room off to the side. “Would you lower your fucking voice?” Eddie grumbles as he presses you into the open space beside the vending machine, creating some sense of secrecy from anyone passing by.

Your eyebrows furrow in annoyance as you glare at Eddie, “Why does it even matter when you’ve been practically screaming it from the rooftops?” You point out. Eddie waves a hand and squeezes his eyes shut, shaking his head in dismissal, “I didn’t tell Richie shit.” He argues.

And it’s the truth. Eddie didn’t tell Richie anything— he hasn’t told anyone anything aside from what little to the story Jeff and Gareth know. But they would never say something to Richie about it, right?

You snap Eddie from his train of thought, “Then where did you go last night, Eddie?” You ask.

And well, Eddie doesn’t think he’s ready to confess that he practically had a panic attack when he realized he likes you— like, really, really likes you. He’s not ready to admit that he spent the night at the studio, scribbling down words and mixing sounds, cutting clips of his voice, and perfecting it until he passed out from exhaustion. He’s not ready to admit that.

Eddie goes silent, gaze dark and filled with hesitance. His jaw ticks, and he replies with a snap, “It doesn’t matter.” He shifts to turn around and leave— because that’s what he does best— but you reach out to wrap a warm hand around his wrist, and Eddie— god, Eddie’s heart skips a few beats.

“If I had to sign a goddamn NDA, the least you can do is tell me where you went.”

And you’re right. God, isn’t this precisely what Eddie was just writing about?

It’s not difficult, Eddie says to himself. Just tell her you went to the studio— maybe even offer to show her what you were working on.

Eddie thinks he would rather chew bricks.

Before Eddie can fully prepare a response, Gareth pokes his head into the room, glancing between the two of you as you quickly drop Eddie’s hand. Gareth fails to hold back a grin at the scene before him, and Eddie’s shoulders stiffen from the tense situation between you that Gareth fails to catch onto. Gareth points over his shoulder, “Unless you want Richie to start flipping out from wasted time, I suggest you guys head back to the room so we can start.”

“It’s chaotic.”

“Your known sound or the new sound?”

“Both.”

You laugh, shifting in your seat as you twirl your pen between your fingers. Jeff expands on Gareth’s comment, “I would say our past music is chaotic in general, but the newer stuff we have coming is more of an… orchestrated chaos.”

Gareth snorts at Jeff’s answer and mumbles something along the lines of melodrama before Eddie pitches in, “There’s more of a structure to this record. Our past albums have been like… multiple stories in one, and it can be overwhelming, but it’s also exciting because you never know where you’re going next,” Eddie talks with his hands, jewelry clinking with each wave as he glances at you, “And I think this album still has that type of excitement, but it’s more… interconnected. Like there’s bits and pieces of every track within the next one, and it’s just… it’s a fuller experience.”

It’s beautiful— how Eddie thinks and speaks and forms his thoughts about music. It’s so captivating that you could spend forever listening to him talk about music. Gareth is saying something, but you’re hardly listening because you can feel Eddie’s gaze on you, and it makes every hair on your body stand.

When you finish writing a note, you clear your throat before glancing back up at the boys as if your heart isn’t beating out of your chest. “In relation to this topic, do any of you have a specific idea or sound you’d like to explore in the future, maybe?”

Jeff hums, “I grew up listening to a ton of Janis Joplin— and shit like Jimi Hendrix— so I've always had a love for that kind of clash between rock and blues. So, maybe something along those lines." It's utterly off-track from what Corroded Coffin sings, but Jeff, you've come to learn, is the most mellow of the group, so you're not as surprised as most would be.

The boys each answer the question, eventually blending into each other to create one extensive conversation. You ask them what they plan to do when they’re old enough to retire. Gareth wants to venture into the art world; unbeknownst to you, he’s had a knack for art since middle school. Jeff wants to do something with producing, and right before Eddie gets the chance to answer, Richie steps in, clearing his throat and reminding you of the time.

You seem to have lost track of time in your conversation. The boys have a line of press interviews today, but you have more than enough content to complete the article. You thank the boys for giving their time and being compliant, and as you file out of the room, Gareth turns to you, “Are you coming to the dinner tonight?” He asks. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, “Dinner?”

Jeff steps up beside you, slinging an arm over your shoulder as you all step into the hallway, “Of course, she’s coming to the dinner, dumbass; it’s for the entire crew.” He flicks at Gareth’s shoulder. Gareth bats at Jeff’s hand, “Sorry, I didn’t know if that included journalists.” He bites back with a light shove to Jeff’s shoulder.

“I’m afraid I don’t know this dinner you’re talking about.” You chip in. Gareth and Jeff glance at each other before Jeff clears his throat, “Uh— Eddie didn’t tell you?”

Of fucking course, it reflects to Eddie. You shake your head, glancing around the hall, only to see that Eddie is nowhere to be seen. Jeff nods, removing his arm from your shoulder and shrugging, “Well, there’s a dinner tonight, and we have some family and friends coming in from Hawkins, so you’re obviously invited regardless of Eddie’s lack of communication skills.” Jeff jokingly concludes. You nod with a small smile, “I’ll most likely be working through this,” You raise your journal, “But I hope all goes well.”

You don’t stick around to see the looks Gareth and Jeff exchange because you’re too busy trying not to be bothered by the fact that Eddie purposely didn’t tell you about the dinner. But then again, can you blame Eddie? You’ve only known each other for a month, and that entire month has been full of mixed feelings, arguments, and selfish kisses.

Still, you find yourself feeling estranged and saddened— because, despite your complicated relationship, if the roles were reversed, you know you would’ve extended the invitation.

Eddie glances over himself in the mirror for what seems like the millionth time.

It’s stupid, the nerves coursing through his veins, but then again, what Eddie’s about to do could potentially put him on his ass if it goes wrong. Wrong, meaning you say no, curse him out, and tell him to fuck off for the rest of his life. He’d deserve it, sure, but that doesn’t mean it would lessen the sting either way.

There’s a cassette tape in his hand as he walks up to your room, 403, the numbers that seem to be engraved in his mind at this point. He taps the thick band of his ring against the clear case of the tape, teeth digging into his cheek as he knocks on your door.

The silence is deafening as he waits, and Eddie debates if he should just make a run for it before he makes a fool of himself, but then you open the door. And you’re so pretty, and Eddie’s fingers tighten around the tape for a split moment to ground himself because— fuck, what does he say? Why is he here again?

You’re staring at him with a blank gaze, bored and intimidating enough to have Eddie wishing the floor would open up and swallow him whole.

Eddie clears his throat and shifts in his spot, “Are you busy?” You blink, glancing down at the tape in his hand before looking back at him. “Why?”

Well, there’s no going back, Eddie thinks. He raises the tape into your view, “I just need an hour. Just one hour so I can explain.”

You raise an eyebrow, leaning against the door, and boredly blink, “Explain what?”

Eddie shrugs, heart racing in his chest as he subtly shakes his head, “Everything.”

Eddie didn’t think you would say yes.

Honestly speaking, Eddie thinks you’re slightly insane for saying yes, but he doesn’t take it for granted— because now, Eddie is walking down Barclay St with you right beside him. It’s busy now that everybody’s 9-5 shift has ended, and there’s a slight breeze kicking in as you trek through the sea of people.

You’re dressed in sneakers, jeans, and a light sweater to keep you warm— and Eddie thinks it’s adorable how the sleeves drape over your hands and how you fuss over it occasionally.

Transit is quicker to where Eddie is taking you, and the subway is always crowded and hectic, so Eddie doesn’t think about it when he grabs your hand as you trot down the subway steps. Your hand is warm and soft beneath his palm, and it feels so natural when you shift your thumb across the back of his hand, trying to keep up with his far strides.

Somebody bumps into you, and Eddie instinctively pulls you closer to him, gazing down at you as he asks if you’re okay. You nod, and Eddie squeezes your hand before continuing on the path to the train.

When you and Eddie get settled on the train, Eddie thinks you might hold onto his hand for the entire ride, but he’s sadly mistaken when you slip from his hold to fold your hands in your lap.

Eddie ignores the pang in his chest.

Eddie has dragged you all the way to Manhattan to stick you in a booth near the back of an old diner called Keens Steakhouse. You’ve never been here, but you’ve heard of it in passing; however, you wish Eddie had told you to wear something nicer instead of this oversized blanket of a sweater you have on.

Eddie is wearing jeans, a shirt, and a leather jacket, so you didn’t think much about what to wear— but that’s Eddie. Eddie Munson, the famous rockstar. Why would he care about the clothes he wears to some diner he’s probably eaten at a million times before?

The diner has dim lighting, but the tables are well-lit with a candle. Your waiter hands you two menus and a bottle before leaving you both to scan over the food items. You don’t bother to open your menu, watching Eddie fill your glasses with a rich wine. Eddie glances at you before clearing his throat, “The chef makes a mean filet mignon, by the way,” He begins as he sets the bottle aside, “And I’m not a big seafood person, but the shrimp is good.”

You say nothing, waiting for Eddie to stop beating around the bush and tell you why he made you trek across the city for wine. He glances at you, faltering for a split moment as he speaks, “We can change tables if you—” You shake your head with a wave of your hand, “It’s not that, Eddie, it’s just—” You huff, “Why are we here? Like, why did you bring me here?”

Eddie shifts in his seat and clears his throat, tapping his finger against the table once before taking a slow breath, “I think… I think it’s best if I explain my side of things before shit spins out of control.” He’s struggling to start, but the words slip from you before you can stop it, “You don’t think it’s too late for that?”

Eddie’s eyes are soft and pleading when he glances at you, pretty lips tucking between his lips as he shrugs, “I was hoping not…”

God, it’s weird seeing Eddie like this— teetering on the edge of vulnerability as he practically begs you to hear him out— if you weren’t so keen on hearing if he has something genuine to say, then you would’ve left a long time ago for the sake of his sanity.

Because you’re selfish and hope to hear something good, you nod, encouraging him to continue.

Eddie fidgets with the rings on his fingers as he begins to speak, “First things first, I just wanna get this out of the way,” He gazes at you, “I didn’t tell Richie anything. If anything, my guess would be someone from the crew told him, but I won’t list off any names.” He waves off.

You know he means James because who else would Eddie be talking about? But even though you strongly feel it wasn’t James, you don’t counteract Eddie’s silent claim. However, you’re not strong enough to hold back a quick roll of your eyes.

“And secondly… about last night.” He falters, and you take a deep breath before shifting in your seat. “It’s fine if you regret it, Eddie. You didn’t need to drag me here to say that; we can just forget it ever happened.”

You’re unsure if that’s what Eddie wanted to say, but you would rather be the first to call it out to save whatever dignity you have left. But Eddie quickly shakes his head, brown eyes wide and soft as he squashes that idea, “No! No, I don’t regret last night at all. I— that’s not why I brought you here.” And Eddie looks at you like he won’t ever get a chance to fix what he destroyed.

A steady exhale and the curling of his fingers into his palm, and you wish you were closer to him, even if he’s done nothing but push you away. You want to feel him. And sure, the flicker of his gaze down to your hand might imply that he wants the same, but you drop your hands to lay in your lap instead of the table, willing him to continue talking.

He clears his throat, “I shouldn’t have left— and honestly, I didn’t even want to leave,” His admission has your head ticking in confusion, “I wanted to stay with you, and I wanted—” He takes a breath, earth soaked eyes locking onto yours, “I left because I knew I didn’t deserve to stay.”

Well fuck, your heart is practically the wings of a hummingbird in your chest. It’s the most open Eddie has ever been with you aside from the time you shared alone in the dressing room, except now you are finally facing the truth of what is unfolding between you.

Wayne’s words spin in your mind for a split moment, “Eddie doesn’t know what to do with nice… He hasn’t had much of that in his life.”

And you wonder why? What happened to create the beautiful mess sitting before you, waving his torn and stained white flag, calling off his troops to meet you in no man's land? And there’s a vast field behind Eddie that you have yet to discover, and there’s the same behind you, patiently waiting for whoever is willing to take the time and map out the intricate paths and valleys. You selfishly want it to be the man in front of you.

“I don’t know how to treat the people who selflessly care for me. I never got that, and it’s weird and new to me, and I didn’t understand how you could do that for— not just me, but practically everyone you meet. But I want to learn how to.”

It’s dizzying, really. The complete 180 Eddie has seemingly made— and is it wrong for you to hesitate to believe him? Is it wrong that you’re still unsure even though Eddie looks like he wants to practically crawl out of his skin? Because Eddie is so far from home, and it doesn’t even take years of knowing him to see that.

You shift your gaze to the table, sinking further into your seat as you tilt your head, and there’s an echo of how you felt last night that rings in your chest as you ask, “Where did you go, Eddie?”

Eddie is so pretty under candlelight. He’s defined and soft, and his hair looks like a golden mane when it catches the light. His eyes, always big and brown with honey-soaked pools of curiosity, they’re softer than they’ve ever been before. His bottom lip is tucked between his teeth and tortured with the jagged crowns of his teeth as he silently stresses.

“I went to the studio.” He finally admits.

And you can’t seem to think of a single reason why Eddie would ever be this nervous to tell you he went to the studio— that’s his job, is it not?

Eddie shifts in his seat to reach into his jacket pocket to pull something out. “I brought you here so I could—” “Excuse me, Mr. Munson.” A waiter interrupts.

Eddie pauses, both of you turning your attention to the pristine man in black. The waiter clasps their hands behind their back, leaning forward as they speak, “Sorry to interrupt, but there’s a group up front claiming to be a part of your reservations. I didn’t see any more seats on the list, but they insisted I check with you.”

Eddie shoves whatever is in his hand back into his pocket as he looks over his shoulder, your gaze following his eyes as he curses. You can’t see much from your seat, so you’re riddled with confusion when Eddie grumbles something to himself as he turns back to the waiter, “Yeah, they’re my friends; send them over.”

The waiter nods and walks off as you send a look of confusion towards Eddie, “I thought there was a dinner tonight? Which, speaking of, why aren’t you there?” Eddie freezes at the question, “You know about the dinner?”

You nod, “Jeff and Gareth told me. Thanks for the invitation, by the way.” You grumble as Eddie stands up. Eddie curses, turning to you and holding an index finger, “To be fair, I wasn’t planning on going.” You raise an unconvinced eyebrow as Eddie turns around and cheers, stepping forward to hug who had expected to be Jeff or Gareth.

However, neither Jeff nor Gareth have light brown, wavy, shoulder-length hair.

It’s a woman, a pretty one with sunkissed freckles dotted all around her face. Behind her, and next to hug Eddie, is a man; soft, brown wisps of healthy hair long enough to kiss the tips of his ears. He catches your eyes over Eddie’s shoulder, and you find that he and Eddie share the same eye color.

Last to hug Eddie is another woman, kind-looking and just as pretty as the first, and with the curly strands that bounce along her shoulders, you might’ve guessed she and Eddie were related somehow.

The first girl peeks over Eddie’s shoulder and smiles, “Who’s this?” She squeaks, “Oh fuck, are we interrupting something? Steve— god, I told Steve we should’ve just waited to see you at the hotel.” The boy, Steve, you suppose, turns to the girl with an annoyed look as they start to bicker lightly. Eddie waves his hands to disperse the small moment, “As happy as I am to see you assholes, we actually were in the middle of something.” Eddie sarcastically smiles.

You roll your eyes and smile as you stand from the booth, “No, no, don’t worry about it.” You assure her as you step forward, placing a hand on Eddie’s shoulder to make room for yourself as you extend a hand in greeting. You tell her your name, and she smiles, “I’m Robin!” She responds. She gestures to the man, “This is Steve,” Steve waves, “And this is Nancy.” Nancy waves and smiles.

“We’re old friends from high school.” Nancy clears up the confusion.

And then it suddenly makes sense. Eddie had mentioned something about his tight-knit group of friends from Hawkins. He didn’t go in-depth on who was who, but you now realize why Robin had sounded like such a familiar name.

You beam at them as the pieces come together, “Oh! Nice to meet you; Eddie’s mentioned you all before,” You respond, “It’s nice to put faces to the names finally.”

Steve awes at that and slaps a hand onto Eddie’s shoulder, “You’ve been talking about us? How sweet of you.” He jokingly teases, squeezing at the dip of Eddie’s shoulder and neck. Eddie bats him away with a ghost of a smile, and you smile, enjoying the look of familiar joy on Eddie’s face.

Eddie ushers you all to sit in the booth— and you don’t ignore the fact that he slides in right beside you. Robin and Nancy sit on the other side, and Steve squeezes in last despite Robin’s protests and grumbles about him having wide shoulders. Eddie sighs, hands fidgeting on the table as he speaks, “What are you guys doing here? I thought you were going to the dinner with the band.” He asks.

Steve scoffs as Nancy snickers, and Robin rolls her eyes, “Yeah, that was the plan,” Robin responds. “But these two,” She gestures between Nancy and Steve, “Didn’t want to dress for it. Jeff told us where you were, by the way.”

Eddie rolls his eyes at the mention of Jeff and his traitorous behavior.

Steve glances around the restaurant, and you catch Nancy’s eyes, sharing a quick, welcoming smile with one another. “Yeah, so can we, like, get out of here?” Steve asks in a bored manner before reaching over to grasp Eddie’s forgotten glass of wine. Eddie flicks Steve’s hand, and Nancy speaks up from the corner of the booth, “Do either of you know a place with good drinks?”

Eddie looks beyond bothered by how his friends crashed your short-lived dinner, so you answer, “There’s a karaoke bar down the street; they have a good happy hour, too.” You shrug. Steve and Robin perk up at the mention of karaoke, and Nancy groans, “God, don’t get these two started on karaoke. They don’t stop.” She complains.

Steve shrugs and slides out of the booth, “Too bad, we’re going.” He tugs his friends out of the booth. With the small window of no attention on you or Eddie, Eddie turns to you, “I’m sorry.” He motions toward his friends. You smile and shake your head, “That’s okay.”

Eddie leans in, and your heart skips a beat. You’re shocked when Eddie’s cool fingers brush against yours beneath the table and slip something into your hand, “This is what I brought you here for.” He softly says.

You glance beneath the table to see the clear cassette tape that Eddie had when you opened your door. You glance back at him, confusion riddled on your features, “What’s this?” You ask. Eddie’s gaze flickers to your lips before locking back on your eyes, “My apology.”

His apology?

Your mind reels for a few moments until you remember what Eddie had said yesterday, “I said sorry. An actual apology, I did it, and you weren’t fucking there to hear it.”

Before you can respond, Steve clasps a hand over Eddie’s shoulder, grabbing both of your attention, “Let’s go, man; I’m gonna battle you in a sing-off.” Behind Steve, Nancy and Robin stand hand in hand, Robin impatiently waving for you and Eddie to get up.

Mind reeling with a mix of emotions; you barely have enough time to shove the tape in your bag before Eddie drags you out of the booth.

With the tape practically burning a hole through your side and your mind telling you to slow down, your heart flutters in your chest as you allow yourself to weave your fingers through Eddie’s.

And when you see the small smile that grazes across Eddie’s lips, you decide to let yourself have this moment, even if you’re still wary of Eddie’s true intentions.

And once again, for the second night in a row, you find yourself in Eddie’s trap.

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part ten

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erwinsvow · 21 days

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not to derail at all but i see your kook!reader (cause I love it, and how catty she is) at midsummers and raise you, pogue!reader having to choose between jj and rafe, when the gang decide to ditch the party. she’s there as kie’s +1 and when the whole thing goes tits up reader is stuck between the guy she’s been crushing on for years or the kook king who clearly has the hots for her which she not against.

also, you are genuinely one of my fave writers on this hellsite 😍😍😍 notifications on and every thing

baby i am gonna sob you are SOOO nice. notifs on? i am so beyond flattered. i love u <33 this idea is GOLDEN oh my god the brainrot im having rn. im gonna try to write a little for you but i cant even put it into words

kiara said you'd make the whole thing a lot more bearable. plus, out of your little pogue group, you were her parents' unspoken favorite, so it just seemed natural for you to tag along to midsummers as her plus one.

and as much you loved your best friend and thought the world of her for inviting you, your heart was pounding your chest while you got ready in kie's bedroom, applying make up and curling your hair and putting on your best (and one of your only nice clothes) dress.

dolled up like this, you even looked the part of the kook princess that you were sure was rafe cameron's type.

even the idea of thinking about him, and impressing him or him seeing you like this, felt guilty. it made a painfully acrid taste shoot into your mouth and run through your blood—there was no one your friends hated more than the boy you'd had a crush on for as long as you can remember.

it was stupid, ever even talking to him, getting involved and sneaking off for late night drives in his truck and meeting up in hidden corners where no one else could see. that's all it was though, secret encounters and a few kisses.

you hadn't let it progress further, knowing how your friends would react, knowing how rafe is. you keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, for him to tell you you're just like your pogue friends that he hates so much. he doesn't, though, that's what makes this so much harder.

out of all your friends, the idea of one in particular finding out there was or had been or was going to be something between you and rafe made you feel dizzy and uncomfortable all over. jj was always your closest friend, always the one you relied on for everything—he had helped you countless heartbreaks and emotions and moments of doubt.

a small part of you had always thought the two of you would end up together. everyone joked about it, pope and john digging into him for carrying you home when you get too drunk or lost your shoes on the beach, kiara teasing you when she finds out jj slept over your place again.

the idea of either finding out about your attachment for the other made you feel queasy. walking into midsummers with kie, the hem of your yellow dress rustling near your thighs, you thought you were safe since only rafe would be there tonight. you thought wrong.

rafe is talking to you when jj shows up.

"y'look nice." you stare up at him, unsure of what to say. "what? now i can't say somethin' nice?"

"when do you ever say something nice?" you ask, but your smile reveals itself before you can hold it back. rafe looks at you like he could get used to seeing you like this.

"m'always nice to you. i don't know, kid, this is nice. y'should come to the club with me some time." you laugh, looking down at your shoes.

"i don't know about all that-"

"hey, you. mandatory power hour at rixon's. c'mon, princess." you turn to see jj, face bruised and knuckles bleedng. you look back at rafe, and he looks smug, it's only then you notice his messed up hair.

"jayj? what's going on?"

"rafe, i mean this in the most disrespectful way possible, go away. tryna have a talk with my girl here, so-" your face burns.

"m'sorry, your girl?"

"apology not accepted. so if you could direct yourself over there to fuck off, that would be fantas-"

"j, wha- what's going on? how long have you been here?"

"long enough for cameron over here to set his little lap dogs on me. c'mon, i'm getting kie and pope and then we gotta go-"

"but, i, i-" you stop yourself, to think about what to say, when rafe cuts you off again.

"she's not going anywhere, we're having a conversation that you interrupted, fuckin' pogue."

"botherin' pretty girls, yeah, that sounds about right. get it through your thick skull, bud, she's not interested-"

"um, guys-" rafe shrugs, staring back at jj.

"that's not what she said last night. or the night before. so how about you do yourself a favor-"

"fuck's he talking about, princess?" jj looks at you, and you look at him, and then rafe, head spinning.

"yeah, kid, the fuck is he talkin' about?"

the glass in your hand drops and shatters when you faint and fall over.

#hahah she had to faint to get out of this mess yall !!!#this was so fun to write i adore u so much <3 #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #jj maybank

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dracowars · 1 year

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if i may, i would like to request cuddling with draco. you two facing each other. and then as he's babbling ab something u just admire him and put ur sweaterpaw hand (cuz you're wearing his sweater and its big on u) on his cheek and he goes silent bcz he finds it so cute 🥺🥺🥺and then probably smooches u and crush u in a big hug for hours 👉👈 OR maybe some soft draco thoughts (as many as you can 😂)

if not it's fine totally

sweaterpaw | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x reader

word count: 0,6k

summary: where y/n admires draco while he is passionately talking

a/n: this warms my heart and i hope it has the same effect on you <3 feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

warnings: mentions of body shape (reader is small)

universe: harry potter

Looking deeply into each other's eyes, your limbs entangled on the soft sheets, you are completely immersed in your own little world, hidden from the outside to see. Moments like these are what makes your relationship so much more valueable. In a world so cruel and unforgiving, you have found your safe place where you can be yourself and do not have to worry about anything.

The sun outside is slowly setting as you still have not moved from the mattress, too focused on Draco who has been very talkative throughout the whole day. When you think back to the boy you first met, you can't believe it was the same boy as the one before you right now. He has finally found his safe place in you, being able to open up and talk about everything that is on his mind.

Draco loves having you so close to him, if not even closer, side by side, facing each other with your heads on the pillow, the tips of your noses almost touching. He loves how your eyes switch between his every so often, listening and actually hearing everything he is saying like it is the most important thing in the world. He loves how you have made it a habit of yours to always steal his green sweaters, making them your own even though they are a bit too big on your frame. With his right hand, he twirls your hair around his finger as he continues to talk about his day.

"I think we will actually win the game on the weekend. We have been training so hard these past few weeks", Draco explains, confident about his skills as a seeker in the Slytherin Quidditch team. At the thought of seeing him in his cute green Quidditch jersey, a smile crosses your lips that you can't hold back. Draco notices this, huffing out a laugh as he is looking right into your mind, ruffling your hair.

"The Quidditch league is coming to an end soon as well. If Puddlemere United doesn't bring the cup home this time, I swear I'm gonna-"

At this, Draco suddenly stops himself because you put your sweaterpaw onto his cheek, cupping it with the most affectionate smile he has ever seen. You couldn't stop yourself. Hearing him talk so passionately about his favorite things made something in your chest bloom, increasing the beat of your heart and making you admire him even more.

In Draco's eyes, seeing you in his big sweater, laying your soft sweaterpaw on his cheeks with so much love in your eyes, is the cutest sight he has ever laid eyes on. And he sees you everyday.

Before you can tell him to go on so you can listen to his voice until the middle of the night, brushing the soft fabric along his cheek carefully, he puts one hand on top of yours, pulling you closer with the other so he can kiss you straight away. You lean into him, enjoying the feeling of his lips against yours even though you have not seen it coming.

Draco can't help himself. He finds you so cute and adorable that he wants to shower you with all the affection you deserve and more. Leaving your lips and trailing kisses along your neck, you slightly giggle which he takes as an invitation to place a lot more kisses all over your face - nose, cheeks, forehead, he does not miss a spot. Beneath him, you are squirling with laughter, trying to stop him from smooching you everywhere.

After he decides he has covered every single spot on your face, he pulls you into the softest hug, breathing out contenly when you find a comfortable position in his arms.

"I don't tell you this enough but I love you, Y/N. With all my heart", he gently whispers, smoothing down your hair.

"I love you too, Draco."

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psychedelic-ink · 1 year

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𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑨𝑩𝑰𝑫𝑬

** gif by the amazing @inklore who made this for me, love u bby thank you so much!!!

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

genre: smut, hurt/comfort

word count: 3.5k

summary: a retelling of the third episode but with you in it. Starts with Ellie reading Bill's letter.

warnings: spoilers for episode three, oral (giving), shower sex, piv, lots of emotions, hugging joel because he needs it, soft!joel

a/n: i'm still fucking crying tbh

“August 29, 2023,”

“If you find this please do not come into the bedroom. We left the window open so the house wouldn't smell. It will probably be a sight. I’m guessing you found this Joel. Because anyone else would’ve been electrocuted or blown up by one of my traps hehehehehehe Take anything you need. The bunker code is the same as the gate code but in reverse. Anyway, I never liked you. But still, it's like we're friends. Almost. And I respect you. So I’m gonna tell you something because you’re probably the only person who will understand. I used to hate the world and I was happy when everyone died. But I was wrong because there was one person worth saving. That’s what I did. I saved him. Then I protected him. That’s why men like you and me are here, we have a job to do. And god help any motherfuckers who stand in our way. I leave you all of my weapons and equipment. Use them to keep—”

Ellie’s voice trails off, making you look up from the corner of the wall your eyes were digging a hole in. She presses her lips together, eyes moving away from the heartbreaking letter. Joel’s eyes snap up, and without saying a word he snatches the letter from her hands and reads it for himself. You have the urge to come close and peer at the words as well, but you don’t dare. You zero in on his expression; the crease between his brows deepens, the corner of his lips pulling down. He swallows.

“Stay here,” he croaks, heading to the door.

It slams shut. Leaving you and Ellie inside, you turn to her, “What did it say?” you ask despite having a solid guess of what the answer might be.

Ellie doesn’t look up. Her stance is relaxed but the tension tolling over her shoulders is visible. She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth and answers, “Tess,” she says. “Bill was telling Joel to keep her safe,”

“Oh shit,” you whisper instinctively. Ellie nods.

“My thoughts exactly,”

You drop your bag, the sudden relief of it being gone making you feel lighter than ever. You know he’ll be mad if you try to talk about it. But you also don’t have it in you to leave him to wallow in his own self-pity. Joel is a protector. And from what you’ve heard, Bill was also one. Protector to protector. The message was abundantly clear and Joel had failed again and again. You hate to word it like that, but you know that’s what he’s thinking. He’s thinking about Sarah, about Tess. About Tommy who might be already dead. Now, he has to deal with you and Ellie. You, he found in Boston with Tess, covered in bruises and cuts, ration cards stolen and beaten to a pulp.

You turn to Ellie one last time, she’s already staring at you, it’s slightly unnerving. “Wait here, don’t touch anything that might kill you. Stock up,”

“Aye Aye Captain.”

And you leave.

The sun is shining, not a single cloud in the sky. Your eyes lock onto Joel as soon as you step over the threshold; his back turned, letter in hand, shoulders slumped. He looks around the neighborhood, then back down to the letter. He repeats the motion a couple of times as if he can’t believe what’s happening around him. You follow the path his eyes draw, looking around and back at him. You wonder if this neighborhood is similar to the one he used to live in.

“Hey,” you finally call out, your voice sounding scratchy. Joel flinches, he crumples the piece of paper and stuffs it in his pocket. “Are you okay?”

“We need to get out of here,” he answers, fingers tightening around the key, he heads to the garage. You follow.

When the two of you are inside, you see his resolve finally starting to crack. He pops the hood open, looks inside, and slams it shut. Pressing his palms into the smooth surface, his head falls, body shaking with his every breath. Your steps are silent as you approach him, your eyes trail over the roundness of his shoulders, the dip of his shirt.

You bite down the inside of your cheek, not stopping until you feel a sharp sting. Holding your breath, you place a hand over his shoulder, gently squeezing.

He flinches, it’s the most minimal reaction, something you only felt because you were physically touching him. “Is this okay?” you ask.

Joel nods, his swallow audible. “Yeah, it’s fine,”

“Can I hug you?”

He tenses under your fingertips. You don’t make a move until you feel the small nod he makes. “Sure,” his voice cracks. “If you want to,”

Some part of you wants to ask ‘do you?’ but of course, you don’t. Of all the months you’ve known him, he’s never once verbally asked anyone for anything. If you give it, he’ll take it. Your hand smooths a path down his arm, the other rounding his waist. You take a deep breath as you press your forehead between his shoulder blades, you feel the steadiness of his heartbeat.

Joel is still tense but less than before. Your fingers curl around his wrist, and your other hand lays right above his heart, nails softly biting into the fabric of his shirt.

Much to your surprise, his hand covers your own, thick fingers lacing into yours. It gives you courage. It gives you hope. You press further into him, hug him with your entire body hoping that the warmth you provide is enough to soothe him, even for a second.

“Sorry,” he grunts out, squeezing your hand, he brings it to his lips. His mustache tickles your skin, and he eases his lips into you, something between a kiss and a press of skin. “I don’t know what to do. I’m so angry all the time, there’s a weight on my chest that never leaves. You understand?” you nod and he continues. “I’m not like Bill. Not in the way he thought that I was. I’ve always been afraid—Even after…”

You feel him shaking his head, and your grip around him tightens. You do understand. You’ve felt it too, but he made it easier, help you lift that weight despite not being a man of many words, his presence gave you strength.

You want to stay like this forever. Holding him, feeling him. He’s incredibly warm.

“I’m not strong enough,” he lastly says, whispering your name right after. “I can’t keep you or Ellie safe,”

You feel the brush of lips over your knuckles. He allows you to cradle his scruffy cheek. It feels like a dream almost, which makes you acutely aware of how much he must be hurting right now. Your heart breaks.

“You are,” you whisper, fingers moving along his beard. “We’re going to stock up, find Tommy, and get Ellie to the fireflies. Then we’re done. Maybe we can even come back here,”

He scoffs, “How are you always like this?”

“Like what?”

“Hopeful,”

“It’s because I have you.”

You know he’s confused. You can feel it simmering under his skin, face heating up under your hand. He’s confused as to how something positive could be spurred from his existence. But it’s the truth. And he needs to hear it. He needs to know that it’s not only grief, and sadness, that follow his every footstep like a shadow. His strength gives those around him a chance to grow, a chance to be more human. Allowing them to live and relax while he carries the burden.

His methods might be brutal, and the words he says might cut deeper than a knife ever could, but it comes from a place of a twisted sense of love.

“We should head back inside,” he murmurs and pulls at your hand. “I’ll make the truck battery and we grab what we can while it charges,”

“Okay,” you take a step back, already feeling the ache of not feeling him against your person. “I’ll go check on Ellie.”

Joel doesn’t say a word, nor looks at you, he only nods.

You still can’t fucking believe it.

Hot fucking water.

You’re impatiently sitting in one of the guest bedrooms, Ellie is downstairs, already taken her shower and Joel is still inside, a soft slow of steam slithering its way out of the cracks of the door.

You sitting there and waiting for Joel to get out isn’t probably the most efficient thing to do but you can’t help it, you feel giddy. Your leg bobs up and down as you wait. The mere thought of having warm water rolling down your tattered skin makes your heart leap to your throat—

The running water stops and your eyes fly to the door. A couple of minutes later it opens. A wet, clothed, Joel makes his way through the steam. It looks mystical, almost.

He stops when he sees you.

“What are you doin’ here?”

“Waiting to use the shower,” you grin, not shying away from openly raking your eyes up and down his body. “Looking good, Miller,”

He rolls his eyes and pushes his hair back, your pussy bottoms out at the way his biceps bulge from underneath the flannel. “Well, I’m done now. Have fun,”

Joel moves towards the door and you jump up barely in time to catch his wrist. He raises an eyebrow, eyes dropping to meet yours. His skin is still damp, if you were a cat you’d be purring by now.

“Sit down,” you choke out. “I—fuck—This is hard. I want to—”

“Don’t hurt yourself tryin’ to come up with words,” he teases and you look at him completely flabbergasted. Joel Miller actually sounds amused. It’s a goddamn miracle. He twists his hand so it’s him holding you instead, locking the door, he moves towards the bed, urging you to follow him as if this was his idea from the get-go.

“What do you want?” he asks, sitting on the edge of the bed. You’re standing between his spread-out legs, a chill runs up your spine. He reaches out and touches your chin. “Tell me,”

Instead of telling, you slowly sink down to your knees, fingers moving to unbutton his jeans. He spreads his legs wider as you tug them down, you trail your fingers up his thighs, feeling the soft hairs tickling the pads of your fingers. Joel’s breath hitches, muscles tensing under your touch. He’s semi-hard when you take him into your mouth. His hips buck up as you swallow, swirling your tongue around the head.

He grows harder with every lick. Your chin strains as you attempt to swallow him whole. You manage to take only half of him, your eyes squeezing shut at the pressure. Pulling up, you gasp for air. You kiss the side and flatten your tongue against it. Joel cradles your head, thumbs drawing slow circles, he guides you back down to his cock, pushing you further down.

“That’s it,” he breathes out heavily. “Just a bit more, always so fuckin’ good to me,”

He forces your gaze up, and his cock twitches above your tongue. You whimper at the way he caresses your skin, so tender, so gentle. “You are too good to me,” he repeats his words from before. “I want you to know that. I ain’t the best with words but…yeah. I’ll try to make right by you,”

If it wasn’t for his cock in your mouth, you would’ve smiled. Your heart feels so full that it overflows, the muscles of your stomach taut as you sink down, taking him until you feel the soft curls against the base of your nose. Joel holds you there, flush against his pelvis, heavily breathing as you swallow around him again and again. Spit trails down the corner of your lips, nostrils flaring as it gets harder to breathe.

When he releases you, you pull away with a pop, your lungs burning at the sudden influx of oxygen. You wrap your fingers around the shaft and start stroking him, he moans loudly, hips thrusting into your hand.

“I want you to cum down my throat, Joel,” you purr. “Use me,”

And he does.

The more desperate he becomes, the more stifled his groans get. He thrusts into your mouth, the tip of his cock nudging the back of your throat. You can’t breathe, you can’t think. Joel fucks deeper into your mouth, balls heavy on your chin as his thrusts become shallow. Your eyes roll back, your consciousness teetering on the edge of blacking out completely.

With a moment of desperation, you cup your mound, rubbing at your clothed clit. The friction isn’t nearly enough and you let out a moan around his length, the reverberations making his hips stutter.

Joel spills down your throat with a grunt, he presses his molars together, rolling his hips into your mouth. You swallow greedily. He tastes bitter, but that doesn’t stop you from lifting yourself on your knees to push him deeper down. He hisses, cock pulsing between your lips.

“Jesus Christ,” he slurs, head falling back. “Jesus fuckin’ christ,”

He pulls you off with a sharp tug, looking down at you between heavy lids. “You good darlin’?”

You slowly nod, lips parting with a soft sigh. Your mind is in a deep haze of lust, your body aching to be touched, to be filled. You want to say something, anything, but you’re lost for words.

“Shit, alright come on— Up,” he grabs you by the arm, helping you to stand on your feet. You shoot him a confused look, which he answers promptly. “Let’s get you cleaned up. Is it alright if I help?”

It takes you a moment to understand the question and answer, “S-Sure.”

You stand in the bathroom naked with your arms crossed in front of your chest. Joel wraps his arms around you slowly, still hesitant to touch you. He rests his chin above your shoulder, his torso bare, you sigh blissfully at the skin-on-skin contact.

“What’s wrong?” he murmurs, moving his hand down your stomach. “I thought you were excited,”

“I am,” you shudder when he drags his nose up the column of your neck, his lips following the path back down.

“Do you want me to go?”

You shake your head, “No.”

He murmurs an ‘okay’ into your skin and gently nudges you forward so you get in. The tiles are cool and slippery. It feels absurd being in such a homey-feeling bathroom after so long. It smells like lavender.

You stand there, too stunned to move until Joel joins you. He stands behind you, leaning over, naked body pressing into yours, he turns on the faucet, playing with the degree of the water until it pours warm over your skin.

“How’s that?” he mutters.

“Good,” a giggle falls from your lips. “It feels so fucking good. Unbelievable,”

Joel starts washing your body, the touch of his hands has fear behind them. A fear that you might vanish at any second. His fingers trail over every inch of your skin, exploring every curve and valley. You close your eyes, relishing in the sensation of having him this close. He washes your hair, taking his time, massaging your scalp. He moves down to your back, running his hands over your spine, kneading out the tension from your muscles.

His hands move to your front, lingering over your breasts, sending shivers down your spine. He takes his time, leaving no spot untouched. The water cascades over your bodies, swallowing you and hiding you both from the tainted world outside. Wet lips trail the slope of your shoulders, fingers slipping between your folds. He drags them between your slit, circles your aching clit, and repeats. Your head falls over his shoulder, your soft moans drowned by the sound of water.

Joel holds your chin and turns you until you’re facing him, he closes the distance, molding his lips into yours. His wet tongue follows the seam of your lips and you open up for him, he moves his tongue over yours, licking the inside of your mouth. He swallows your moans and whines as you start to grind down against his palm.

His tongue presses deeper, and your legs tremble. He grinds the heel of his palm into the sensitive bundle of nerves, groaning into your mouth when slick gushes into his hand. His cock lays above the curve of your ass, hot and hard.

He grinds into you, his cock pressing insistently between your cheeks. His hands grab your hips, pulling you closer to him, and his mouth moves across your shoulder and neck. His lips find your ear.

“Is this okay?” he asks, his breath heavy and hot against your neck.

“It is. I want to feel you Joel, every inch of you,”

His hands reach up, cupping your breasts, massaging gently. His thumbs circle your nipples and they harden beneath his touch, your breath catching in your throat. You roll back into him, your body craving more of his touch— of him.

Joel’s hands move down your body, his fingers tracing every inch. “Turn around for me,”

You move without hesitation. He takes a step back, letting his hands trail over you. You take a step forward, closing the gap between you and he takes you in his arms, his mouth finding yours. His tongue slips between your lips and you moan into his mouth, lost in him.

You allow your own hands to explore his body as well. He’s firm, arms strong and thick, hips narrowing as your fingers trace a path down within the water droplets that cling to his skin.

Affectionately, you caress his stomach. You gently press the pads of your fingers into the soft flesh, loving the way his chest heaves.

The water continues to pour down, creating a soothing background noise. He pushes his cock between your legs, moving through the slickness and sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

You move together, bodies entwined and breaths mingling. He lets out a low moan as you press your hips against his. His hands move to your back, his fingers tracing the line of your spine. He pulls you closer, his lips claiming yours again and again and again— He moans as he fucks your thighs. The bulbous head of his cock catching against your clit, the corners of your vision fade to black. Your head buzzes.

Joel continues to roll and grind, cock slipping between your legs with ease. During it, he slips into you, stretching you enough that the pain easily bleeds into the pleasure. He holds you, cock twitching as your flutter around him. You’re dripping and making a mess of him, he feels it. You know that he does by the way he bites into your skin, his growl vibrating across your body.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet,” he says, licking the water off your skin. “Feels so good inside—Your pussy feels so fuckin’ good. I don’t think it’ll ever be enough,”

“S-Shit Joel,”

Your breath hitches in your throat, your hips meeting his with each thrust. He holds your gaze, fucking himself deeper, harder into you. Pleasure licks the bottom of your spine, heat rolling in your stomach. The water washes away the sweat but you still burn. Joel’s hand moves up to the back of your neck, his hand big enough to press his fingers into both sides of your throat.

You nearly go limp at his hold, knees bucking at the pressure. But you trust him, and you aren’t at all surprised when he keeps you up, pounding into you as his lips slither down your neck.

He moves his hand lower, skimming down your stomach and cupping your sex. His thumb circles your clit, and you gasp as wave after wave of pleasure wash over you.

You’re teetering on the edge, ready to come undone, when Joel suddenly pulls out. His fingers don’t stop, pinching your clit. You cry out his name as your orgasm rips through you, he holds you close as your body jolts. Your body is left confused, empty, yet still clenching as if Joel’s cock is still inside.

It’s so intense that tears roll down your cheeks, pleasure ripples over your skin, unfiltered whimpers falling from your lips. Your gaze drops to his cock, your eagerness to please loud in your mind. You notice that he’d already came, seed mixing with the water.

“I got you don’t worry,” he mutters, lips brushing your forehead. “You’re alright, you’re with me,”

You blink up, eyes finding Joel’s. A lazy smile spreads across your face, the water beating over your skin now cold. “Was that good?” you ask, kissing the bald spot on his chin.

“You know it was,” when you give him a knowing look, he sighs. “It was good, thank you, darlin’”

“I’m glad to hear that,” you grin, hands moving up his arms. “Now let’s get cleaned up one last time and get the hell out of here.”

#joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller #tlou fanfiction #tlou fanfic #hbo the last of us #the last of us hbo #the last of us #the last of us fanfiction #joel miller x f!reader

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chrissv4mp · 1 month

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tornado warnings 🌪⚠️

warnings: vulgar language, maybe gets a little sexual but not real smut, getting back with an ex (don't do this seriously its the WORST decision you'll ever make)

author's note: GUYS i am so obsessed with sabrina carpenter so i js HADDDDD to make a matt oneshot based on one of her songs!!

edit: yall are getting this early bc i couldn't wait to post it & i also just hate having stuff in my drafts!!

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"matt," you laughed, stumbling over your own feet as you tried to make your way to him.

"c'mon, just a few more steps. don't fall now, darling." he joked, and you swear you felt nauseous at the thought of it.

your eyes glanced to the ground, and you forgot how high up you were. was the alcohol just making it seem higher?

you took the last few steps with caution, and right at the last one, you stepped on your shoelace, causing you to stumble forward.

"shit," matt gasped, grabbing your forearm tight but gentle enough that it wouldn't hurt. he pulled you back, the both of you falling on your asses on the roof.

matt laughed at your shocked expression, acting as if you hadn't almost broken bones. he was always like this, never feeling anything. and even if he did, he would just find it funny.

"what the fuck?" you gasped, and before you could even yell at him, you started to laugh. his laughter was contagious, everyone would agree.

his hold on you didn't last long, quickly pushing you out of his arms and getting to his feet.

your smile faded as you watches him crawl back into the house through the window, leaving you by yourself.

what kind of boyfriend does that?

you shook your head, fending off the bad thoughts and quickly thinking of how many other guys were worse. matt wasn't even a bad boyfriend.

he just... was a little scared of relationships. it was the commitment, he always said.

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sighing, you stared up at the ceiling of the office, the only sound in the room being a pen writing on paper and your quiet breaths.

"so, back to what we talked about last session, your boyfriend?--"

"ex." you corrected, looking back in your therapists direction.

"oh, i'm sorry ms. y/l/n. uhm, you said you felt unwanted, but that you still believed he had a good heart, is that correct?" the man asked, looking down at the paper in his clipboard.

"yeah, yes, that's right." you breathed, fidgeting with your hands as you looked around the room.

"you also said that you planned to breakup with him, cut off all communication. have you spoken to him since said breakup?" he tilted his head, looking up from his clipboard.

shit.

"no, no i haven't. never saw him. never kissed him." you said, your voice growing quiet as you said the last words.

if he didn't see it, it doesn't exist. he doesn't have to know.

the man sighed, taking his glasses off before placing them on a table to the side, "ms. y/l/n, this is a safe space, you know that. we've been doing these sessions for a little over 7 months now, and i'm sure that you know everything you tell me in here is private and is never spoken of outside this office."

"i know, i do feel that this is a safe space. and i swear to you i'm telling the truth. im over that son of a bitch. he's the worst." your lips curved into a reassuring smile, and unsurprisingly it hadn't helped your case.

"okay," he sighed.

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you glanced at the clock on the wall, sitting at the island in your kitchen as you finished up some work on your computer.

your phone was left untouched next to your mouse pad and you silently prayed that it remained silent.

the screen lit up, and an array of messages suddenly blew up your phone.

great, just what you wanted!

you didn't take your eyes off the computer screen, but as soon as you saw matts contact name in the corner of your eye, you couldn't help but grab the phone.

matt🫀: 'can i come over???'

matt🫀: 'nvm im already On my way!'

matt🫀: 'bringing snacks btw, we should watch a movie if ur down'

matt🫀: 'was gonna ask what u wanted but u take centuries to reply soooo coke and kit-kats it is :)

"what?" you whispered, chuckling quietly at his texts.

no, you can't laugh. none of this was funny, and he knows that he's crossing your boundaries right now. why does he always do this?

you: you js keep gaining red flags every day, we're not playing capture the flag, ykw that right?🚩

matt🫀: we're always playing capture the flag, the only flags i collect r green tho!💋

he couldn't be serious. was he even real?

you: sassy man apocalypse has started yet again😱

matt🫀: you take the man out of the sassy apocalypse, not the sassy out the man🤷‍♀️

you: your the worst

matt🫀: you're*

your thumb hit the power button, and not even a minute later, the doorbell rung.

having forgotten about your laptop, you quickly jumped to your feet and ran to the door. a smile was plastered on your lips, and you couldn't seem to get rid of it.

why must you always fall for his tricks. he's such a dick.

"hey, darling," he smiled, his backpack hanging off one shoulder and a plastic grocery bag hanging off the other.

his pet name caught you off guard, and you swore your knees almost gave out. no man has ever made you as weak as matt has.

who does he think he is?

"hi, matt." you smiled, and he didn't hesitate when he leaned down to kiss you.

your hand went to his chest, pushing him back and moving your head to the side even if your hand kept him back.

he scoffed in fake offense, pulling away, "you're no fun, y'know?"

"i'm fully aware." you laughed before moving to the side to let him in.

he went straight to your room, having known your house so well since he had been living with you for a while before.

all doubtful thoughts were thrown out the window as you made your way to the bedroom. you caught matts eye as you made you walked in.

"c'mere," he smiled, gesturing you over with a wave of his hand, "what movie should we watch?"

you couldn't help but smile, almost forgetting all the prominent red flags that he had. he was the worst.

or maybe he wasn't as bad as you thought. maybe it was just you.

he was good for you. he kept you on your feet, kept you grounded.

"baby." he said, his voice breaking you out of your thoughts, "come here,"

matt smiled as he patted the empty spot next to him, and you wasted no time in getting on the bed and situating yourself beside him.

his hand grazes your thigh as he reaches over you for the remote, turning the TV on before scrolling through endless amounts of movies.

"superhero movie?" he asked quietly, looking over at you as you shook your head.

"wow, surprising." he joked, clicking through some more movies that didn't catch either of your eyes.

matt ditched the remote on what used to be his nightstand before he rolled over to face you.

his eyes were still that deep blue that you loved, and the smirk on his face didn't help as you tried to look away.

"i missed you," matt muttered, his voice soft as his fingers danced along the skin of your arm.

your breath hitched as his hand found the hem of your shirt and went under it, that stupid smirk on his face making it impossible for you to deny him.

"matt, we can't--"

"shh," his lips were dangerously close to yours now, and you didn't even want to question how he got so close to you in just a few seconds.

"there's not a rule that we can't, and we both know you need this. just let me relieve your stress, yeah?"

what the fuck is matthew sturniolos secret.

his hand traveled further up your shirt until it landed on your breast, and you couldn't help the gasp that escapes your lips as he squeezed it.

with his free hand, he propped himself on top of you, knees on either side of your body as he leaned down to your lips.

you couldn't resist him, not now that he was corrupting all your senses. all you knew was him now.

"no, matt." you muttered against his lips, your hand gentle against his chest as you tried but failed to push him away.

you couldn't do this anymore. it was killing you. he didn't want anything more than just a fuck-buddy and you both knew that.

so why was it so hard to push him away?

"matt," you gasped as you felt his lips on your neck, his smell intoxicating as your eyes fluttered shut.

no, you wouldn't do this anymore.

"matt, get off." your gentleness was gone now as you pushed him with real strength, he didn't give a single fuck about you, really.

the boy didn't hesitate to stop, quickly climbing off you before plopping right back next to you on the bed.

"shit, i'm sorry, baby." he muttered, real worry in his voice.

you shook your head, sitting up as you covered you face with your hands.

"please, just leave. we can't do this anymore. seriously." you sighed, tears pricking in your eyes.

"but--" matt tried, but you cut him off just as he was about to start begging.

"get out, matt." your hands went back to your sides, but you didn't dare look at him.

he would only reel you back in.

the boy sighed, frowning as he collected his stuff slowly.

he stopped when he reached the doorway of your bedroom, turning back to look at you, and this time you looked back.

"i do love you, y/n." he said quietly before leaving, shutting the door gently.

your lips parted as you took in the words that had just left his mouth.

no, it was a lie. it always was.

it wasn't true, right?

this was just another red flag to add to the list. all the lies he'd say.

fuck, he drives you crazy.

. . .

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo imagine #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo angst #sturniolo #sturniolo imagine #the sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fanfic

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havocskies · 2 years

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Hi! How you doing? Idk if u write yandere (If u don't feel free to delete this!!) if yes could u write some soft yandere hcs for Vance? Have a nice day!

👻- anon

OVERPROTECTIVE VANCE HOPPER HEADCANONS

hi hi hello !!! i do not write yandere things but i will write overprotective/protective ! thank you so much for the request !

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vance isn't very good at handling his emotions in general so sometimes he's not exactly sure on how protective he should be , he just knows he wants to protect you

he cares abt you a lot which means nothing's happening to you. like at all

he's the toughest kid at school so most people don't even try

if they do though they're paying for it in the worst ways imaginable

someone says something even slightly rude to you? yea he's gonna make them fear for their life

he tried his best to keep his anger under control especially for you so most of the time he doesn't actually do much. they might get grabbed by the shoulders or thrown a bit but that's the least of what he usually does so it's better than the other option

when they test him however he's SERIOUS

pretty sure brady confirmed him to be a sociopath and that if you mess w him he comes back worse

so yea you're basically safe from pretty much everything

other than being an absolute menace to everyone around that he thinks might cause you an ounce of any kind of harm he's genuinely really sweet towards you

maybe not exactly romantic simply bc he's a little awkward (he doesn't get into many romantic relationships due to his habits of threatening people daily) but it'll be clear he favors you over others

he'll let you wear his jacket every once in a while just bc the happiness it gives you makes him even happier than you are (even if the scowl on his face doesn't show it)

he'd be hesitant to let you wear his choker since his mom made it for him but after a while he'd probably let you wear it while he could make sure it didn't get ruined or anything

anyway back to the protective stuff

he occasionally (often) misjudges when he's actually needed

someone bumped into you in the hall? they're now bumped against the lockers by their shoulders and being yelled at

very awkward conversation afterwards bc he'd try his best to defend his behavior

would make it up to you in some subtle way. might buy you a bag of chips a week later when you've already forgotten abt the whole ordeal

he's not good at apologizing like AT ALL simply bc he just doesn't do it often. the most apologizing he does is to his mom when he's at the police station again

his definition of apologizing after a fight between him and someone he thought was a threat to you would be him buying you something tbh

not many apologies through words

dude is horrible at communicating in general honestly

he would NOT be abusive in the slightest. honestly he'd be the absolute opposite

he looks very intimidating (and he is) but he loves being close to you and sharing moments when no one else is around

he's not too big on pda unless someone is flirting w you

then you get an arm around you and the other person gets a fist to their face

most romantic gesture you'd ever get from him honestly

if you ever had any bullies before you started dating you definitely don't anymore

even if you kept it a secret from him he'd find out somehow one way or another

he'd likely be a little upset w you for not telling him but he wouldn't take it out on you in the slightest

honestly it's all gonna be taken out on the bullies

he's definitely been dragged away by cops a couple of times because he wanted to protect you

even though he's not that good at communication from his side if you ever stated his overprotective behavior bothered you he'd try his best to fix it

of course he'd still let his anger control him every once in a while but most of the time he'd ask you for permission to beat them up before he actually does

vance has a dude hanging from the collar of his shirt and just casually looks to you for permission to knock him out

very satisfied when you say yes

whenever you say no though he huffs in a disappointed matter but drops him n just walks away grumbling

probably abt how you shouldn't let people walk all over you n he could've helped

still not necessarily upset w you though

vance would probably leave in order to calm himself down and take you w him bc you're one of the number 1 people to calm him down, his mom being the only other one

he genuinely just loves you so much

dude cannot stand to see you upset in any way

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cas-skz · 1 year

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COMFORT ZONE

Five years down the drain. You couldn't believe what you had walked in on, and you didn't bother to stay and find out. You quickly found comfort in your best friend.

18+!! MDNI plz n thx

warnings/quick rundown: talk of cheating, fluffff mainly, best friends to lovers, slow burn.

SKZ/BTS FIC REQUESTS: OPEN

yeshello

my brain has been mush but i did this and i hoep you like it

okokok love u

cas

Your car had finally come to a stop in front of your best friend's house, tears streaming endlessly down your face as the music blasted. Your mind couldn’t help but flash back to you catching your fiancé in bed with another woman. You didn’t bother wasting your energy on him, simply throwing your ring in his direction and leaving before he could even get up.

Now, sitting in front of Chan’s house, you finally broke, letting your emotions out in waves of screams and palm hits to the steering wheel. You felt betrayed, heartbroken, and just about every emotion that came along with the situation. Bringing your knees to your chest, you wrapped your arms around them, calming slightly as you sobbed into your knees. You didn’t even notice Chan running over to the car until the door beside you opened. His face and voice were filled with concern. “Hey…hey, what’s going on?” He said softly, his hand brushing some hair from your face.

You couldn’t manage to get any words out as you tried to calm yourself. Before you got a chance to speak, Chan quickly lifted you out of the car in his arms, carrying you bridal style in his home. He sat you both on the couch, holding you close and rubbing your back. You had been best friends with him since the age of 14. He was truly the one person who had always been there for you.

“He’s cheating…” you finally managed to get out, using your sleeve to clean your face off. “Five years. Wasted five years of my fucking life on this idiot and this is what he does?” Chan frowned at your words, pulling you closer as he placed gentle kisses on your head. “He’s a waste of energy. I think you’re better off without him.” He comforted.

You sat in Chan’s arms for a while, calming slowly as he quietly sang your favorite song to you. Chan was always your safe space, a friend who would drop everything to be there for you. “Can I crash here for the night?” You ask quietly, sliding off his lap and curling up tightly next to him. Chan kept his arm wrapped around you, “of course, for as long as you need.” He held you close for a while longer before deciding to order a pizza for you both and offered you a bottle of wine. “Got anything stronger?” You question, forcing a small smile.

You sat in the kitchen, a bottle of whiskey on the counter next to you. You down the bit left in your glass, trying your best to hold back from making a face. You were about 4 glasses in when Chan took the bottle away, “okay, easy on the whiskey. You know you hate how you feel in the morning” He said, leaning against the island opposite of you. “I don’t care how I’ll feel in the morning.” You laughed, your eyes falling to the ground. “I don’t want feel anything ever again.” You let your words trail as a single tear fell, which you quickly brushed away.

“Don’t say that…” Chan started, closing the gap between you. He lifted your chin with his finger, making you look directly at him. “Remember what my grandma told us when we were younger? Life lessons make you a stronger person, and that’s what this is. You deserve the best. You always have.” His words made your heart skip.

It was true, even if you didn’t want to believe it right now. You looked into his eyes for a long moment, feelings warmth and comfort take over as he softly smiled at you. “I think I’m ready for bed.” You say, eyes dropping as you jumped off the counter and skipped towards the stairs. “I’m gonna raid your dresser for a shirt to sleep in.” You quickly made your way up the stairs, hoping Chan hadn’t noticed the deep red blush starting to take over your face. The thought of kissing your best friend popped into your head, something you didn’t expect to ever happen.

After finding a band tee to throw on and saying your goodnights, you sunk under the covers of the spare bed, trying to calm your mind from going a million miles a second. It was a mix of leaving the life you had known for five years, and why you suddenly felt the attraction towards your best friend.

You fell asleep at some point, drifting into a bad dream. You woke up a bunch of times, tossing and turning in an attempt to get comfy. You gave up once you felt your bladder calling, quietly making your way to the bathroom. On your way back, you heard a low audio and as you approached Chan’s door, which was slightly opened, you saw his face illuminated by his phone screen.

“Are you gonna come in or just keep standing there like a creep?” He joked, eyes moving to you. “Sorry…” you say quietly, slipping into his room and over to his bedside. “I can’t sleep.” You pout, plopping your chin on his chest as you looked at the screen. Chan flipped through a couple of reels on YouTube, laughing at different little clips. “Why don’t you get on the bed” he laughed, motioning to the spot beside him.

You hesitated for a moment, but walked around and climbed in. You grab a pillow to cuddle as you laid next to Chan. His arm wrapped around you, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder, his fingers moved softly against your skin. Chan switched from watching his phone to putting the tv on, just a background show to fall asleep to.

Chan slid down a bit in the bed, just so he was able to see your face illuminated by the tv. You gazed into his eyes, gently poking his nose. “Thank you.” You say softly, finding his hand and playing with his fingers. “You don’t need to thank me.” He said, leaning forward to place a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll always take care of you.”

You moved the pillow from between you and Chan, scooting closer to him. He was so warm and pulled you in close as he quietly sang to you. Your eyes glanced up at him, and you felt your heart skip a beat. He giggled as his eyes looked down at you, “why are you staring at me?” He asked, his fingers drawing circles on your back. You rested your hand on his chest, shyly smiling as your eyes fell. “Just thinking.”

Chan wiggled down in the bed, making himself eye level with you. “What are you thinking about?” He questioned. You were silent for a long bit, thinking back to high school when you chose to keep Chan as a close friend rather than dating. Instead, you ended up starting a relationship with your now ex.

“I was stupid for picking him.” You said quietly, “you wouldn’t have hurt me like this.” A small laugh escaped your lips as your eyes met his again. “You’re right, I wouldn’t. Never will either.” Your eyes moved to his lips, the perfect shade of pink, beautifully plump. You wondered why you hadn’t noticed it before.

Chan’s hand slowly crept onto your waist, giving you goosebumps throughout your body. Your hand rested gently on his jaw line as you brought your lips to his, pressing the smallest kiss upon them. Chan pulled you into him as you shared another kiss, deep and slow. It felt like fireworks were exploding. Your body was electric as your lips moved in sync.

“I waited five years to kiss you.” Chan said against your lips, barely pulling away as you both took a moment to catch your breath. Everything felt right at this moment, just the two of you sharing soft pecks as you fell asleep in his arms.

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the-1n0nly · 1 year

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~ᴘʟᴀɴᴇ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇs~

*ɢɪғ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍɪɴᴇ :)*

•MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLS AND TY•

LEMME KNOW IF I SHOULD DO A PART TWO

WORD COUNT: 841

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader some Aaron hotchner x fem!reader

Rating: Smutish, lemon

Category: smut, Its suggestive but there’s no actual smut except for lap sitting

Tags: lap sitting, smut, Exhibitionism dom-Spencer lemme know if I missed any :)

Summary: you Spencer Derek and Aaron boarded the plane only to find there weren’t enough Seats so you sat on somebody’s lap only for it to get steamy later

A/N: THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT OK IF U HAVE ANY TIPS COMMENT THEM OR IF U HAVE REQUESTS SEND THEM

(Unedited)

BUT THE SMUT IS UNDER THE CUT OK

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You Spencer and all the boys where getting ready to board a plane to your next case and you realized that there weren’t enough seats

“You’ve got to be kidding me right now “ you said as they all sat down seeing there where no seats left

You and Reid didn’t have the best friendship but you guys tolerated each other

“Ok!” You said “whose lap am I sitting on because I’m not Standing for 2 hours”

Spencer chimed with his little attitude that the rest of the boys had barley ever heard

“that sucks because it’s not gonna be mine”

You opted for sitting in the ground so u did

You where looking through case files for maybe 15 minutes before hotch chimed in

“Ok get up it’s gotta be uncomfortable down there he said while he patted his lap and leaned back”

You held eye contact as he talked, you where thinking about giving him “fuck me eyes” but u decided to play it safe for now

You sat on his lap all pretty and perfectly you where receiving glares from Spencer

There happened to be some turbulence

“Welp thats great” u sarcastically thought

You shifted in his lap finding it hard to keep still and your eyes on the case files

When u thought it was over u found hotch putting his arms on your waist as he began to talk quietly “your moving to much” Spencer seemed to overhear the words said by him

As you shifted in his lap once more to lean back and say sorry for a second you thought you heard him groan

(You did)

Every couple seconds you decided to grind down on him a little bit

You found that he was gripping your waist tighter then before and his breathing became unsteady you then found that he may have been turned on in this situation, a million thoughts running through your head

You gave a experimental shift while sitting in his lap and that’s when you knew he was turned on

Spencer seemed to take notice of what was happening right before his eyes

You looked at him to find that he had a shit eating grin on his face

“Fuck me sideways he cannot know what’s going on right now” you thought

5 minutes later you excused yourself to use the bathroom

As you got up you could see the tent in hotchs pants and his face looked so fucked out

As you were in the bathroom all the thoughts came to your head “hotch is turned on and Spencer knows and Derek is just.. being Derek”

As you came out of the bathroom with a blush on your face you locked eyes with Spencer

“Come on get over here “ Spencer said as he patted his lap

You decided just to get the flight over with and sit on his lap

You could feel Spencer breath on your neck and you just couldn’t keep still

“It seems that you’ve given hotch a problem in his pants and your about to give me one to if you keep it up”

Your breath hitched at his words and he seemed to take notice in it

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re getting at, your not subtle in any ways”

he was gripping your hips and slowly rocking your hips back and forth every couple seconds

You could feel the heat stirring in your panties

It ended just as soon as it started as the plane landed

You quickly got up just to see there was now a tent in Spencer pants

You and Spencer happend to be the last to get off the plane hotch quickly got off avoiding eye contact

As you where grabbing your stuff you happend to bend over to get your Go bag

Spencer comes up behind you, grabs your hips and dry humps you while he does he slowly comes down to ur ear and says “I guess I’m not very subtle either, you don’t know how bad I want to be inside of you right now”

You whined as his words and he quietly tells you to meet him in his hotel room if you’re interested

Half an hour later you all laid down except you and Spencer

You where thinking about what to do and you decided to play it safe because Spencer has never done anything like this, hell you guys where friends but you weren’t enemies either

You could say It was a situationship, but again u played it safe and just decided to… touch yourself to the thought of what happened…

A couple minutes go by and you are already a moaning mess you found yourself moaning his name

Soon there was a knock on your door

You decided that if it was Spencer you where already in panties and a oversized shirt so with what happend on the plane he wouldn’t mind what u where wearing

“I can hear u moaning through the walls, like I said on the plane you aren’t very subtle”

SHOULD I MAKE A PART TWO GIVE ME IDEAS FOR THE SECOND PART 😭😭💀

ME WHILE REREADING THIS:

#spencer reid #spencer reid smut #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner smut #fanfiction #criminal minds

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pastriibunz · 2 months

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ok!! It's kinda like a character study during the moments with Paul in the Starlight Theatre. Here u go!!! (starts after the "~~~")

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Welp, Kai thought, there it is.

"The old Starlight Theatre," Paul says. "There it is. The meteor."

It's weird, calling him "Paul". Kai has come to think of him more as "Dad" now.

(For now, she won't call him anything at all).

"So that’s it?" she says. The meteor is nothing pretty to look at. It's boring as a rock (probably because it is a rock) and the theatre, usually so alive, is anything but.

"Mhm." Paul responds.

"Welp."

Kai thinks back to her earlier thoughts, to her relationship with Paul (Dad?)

She always had a habit for finding any adult who she could trust and immediately imagining herself as their kid.

In her defense, her own parents abandoned her and mistreated her for the first 9 years of her life, so–

No, you can't think about that.

She cracks her knuckles. "Someone's gotta save the world," Kai says. Why her? Why does it have to be her every single time?

"I guess so," Dad (no wait, Paul– what?) responds.

If anyone were to look at him, they wouldn't be able to see the determination on his face, the fact that he really wants to blow up this meteor. And he will protect Kai.

He'll protect me? No–

Kai realizes a few things, then. One, Dad is Paul, and Paul is Dad, and nothing will change that. Paul is Dad and Emma is Mom and they will try to keep Kai safe forever.

Two, well– Kai's not stupid. She knows someone has to give up their life to blow up the meteor.

Three, it's not gonna be Dad.

Kai pulls him into a sudden, big, tight hug. She isn't expecting him to reciprocate, but to her surprise, he does.

"…thank you," Kai says. She has to let him know that he and Emma meant everything to her, before–

"Wha- You’re welcome?" Paul half asks, confused.

He's not getting it.

"I’ve honestly never felt accepted anywhere." Kai states, because that's what it is– a statement, a fact.

"Like, even where I was happiest, I’ve always just- been the outcast." She thinks back to Unigton, to her hometown. To the weird looks she always got when she was just being herself.

"But– but you…you made me feel like- for the first time in my life– you made me feel like I belonged somewhere."

She starts stuttering.

Fuck.

She continues.

"Not– not many people can do that for me. So, um, thank you for that."

"…You’re very welcome, Kai. I’m glad to make you feel like that." Paul Dad says after a moment.

"Y’know," Kai starts, "the- the apocalypse may have been one of the worst things to ever have happened to me, but- but it’s also one of the best! Because- because if it didn’t happen, I would’ve never met you. And- and I don’t wanna live in a universe where I never meet you."

As soon as the words come out of her mouth, the self doubt creeps in. She's being annoying. Paul's not gonna like her anymore. She's being annoying. She's being annoying. She's being–

"The feeling’s mutual, Kai. I’m really happy I got to meet you."

She's not being annoying.

And the moment comes and goes, and she has to do it. She has to. Dad loves her too much.

"…and that is why I am so sorry it had to happen this way."

She takes the grenade belt off of Dad and puts it on herself, then takes her headphones and put them around Dad's neck.

(Her headphones are one of her most prizes possessions. She won't be needing them anymore.)

"What? Kai, what are you-"

"Do me a favor, and keep on living for me, okay?" Kai pleads. Her voice is shaky.

"…Okay?"

Paul is so confused. Why can't he understand?

"And tell Em-"

Emma? No, that's not right.

"Tell mom I love her. And that I’m sorry."

That's better.

"...I will," Paul promises, "but why are you telling me this? What are you sorry for?" His hands move wildly. He is scared.

He has to know–

"I love you, dad." Kai says to him, and chuckles sadly. She hadn't even realized she'd stopped referring to him as "Paul" in her head.

"Dad. That’s got a nice ring to it, don’t it?"

Her Unigton accent is coming through, but that's okay.

It has to be okay.

"…Yeah. Yeah it does." Paul says, as if taking a title he knew he'd earn for a while, and yet is still surprised.

"I love you." Kai says. "I love you more than words could ever express. And I’m so, so, sorry that it had to come down to this."

"What-"

Kai looks up at Paul, memorizing every detail of that face she'd never see again. She wishes Mom was here, but she'll have to make do with what she's got.

"Stay safe for me, okay?"

Before Paul can respond, Kai pushes Dad out of the Starlight Theatre, barricading the door with a nearby chair so he can't get in.

"What?! Wait, no! KAI!!!" Paul yells from outside, but she won't can't hear him.

Her eyes are blurry, and she realizes she is crying. Tsk, tsk, tsk, that won't do.

She wipes the tears away.

"C’mon. Kai," she mumbles to herself. "Save the world. Like you always do."

FUCKING

GOD.

DUDE

listen, not many pieces of media make me audibly groan in pain

THIS DID

hOLY FUCK YOU DID YOUR HOMEWORK

gOOOOOOD DAMN

im gonna be thinking about this for a while

holy shit

SHOUTOUT TO YOU FIC ANON GODDAMNNNN

#kai drew #oc #tkwdlm #tgwdlm #the guy who didn't like musicals #the kai who didn’t like musicals #hatchetfield #kai in hatchetfield #emma perkins #paul matthews #fanfic #oc fanfiction #answering anons #answering asks #holy shit holy shit #i like showered after i read this and im still thinking about it

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phantomenby · 2 years

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And you call yourselves vampires

Don’t know if you’ve ever watched the originals or vampire diaries, but what about poly!lost boys with a vampire!s/o that’s like the original vampires? Like regular stakes don’t kill them, sun doesn’t burn them, and they can use compulsion?

Thank u para la anon <3 I hope u like it

It would be interesting

They're definitely isolated under Max's influence

and I think it shows by the fact they don't fully understand the thread of the Emersons and the hunter heritage

You would be a welcome treat and I'm sure they'll welcome you to their pack

But first, a little fun

You were a traveler, ever since your sire had gotten sick of keeping you by his side you had traveled all over the world in your two hundred years of freedom.

The best part about being a vampire was the ability to keep going no matter how much the world around you changed.

You had been born in 1654 to a noble family that was respected for its large farmland and wealth from ruling over the town your father's lineage had passed down through the generations.

When you were nineteen years of age you were in your second season of courting after being too ill to complete the first, you were quite the frail little human.

Your sire had found you not long after your birthday, when you were walking through the extravagant gardens on your family's land, he hadn't wasted a moment before hypnotizing you and convincing you to come home with him.

Within a few days, you had completed your turning and were now destined to live with him for eternity.

Or so he had thought, not expecting you to be so defiant considering the environment you were raised in, being taught to respect a man's word above all else.

Now it was nearing the end of the twentieth century and the new millennia would soon be upon you.

Only now you were in a much better place, having met your true mates after the first world war. You had traveled over to the new world in the mid-nineteenth century but had never gone further than Texas, once you entered the West coast you had felt a pull in your chest leading you closer to the sea where you met them.

Your four precious boys.

"God, I hate this fucking shithole, I swear all it's good for is the sun," you kicked the bathroom wall, hissing as your nail hit the cold tile, it wouldn't leave any damage but it always stung.

You had moved to a town on the edge of the West Coast of the US, wanting to find somewhere known for its sunny weather that you could blend in to, when your friend John had recommended this place to you you had thought it would be like living in a movie. Instead, you were calling out plumbers most days to fix the ancient water system of your beach house.

"That boardwalk better be worth it or John's gonna lose his head for this," muttering angrily to yourself as your shower finally turned on, icy water spraying you and making you jump back with a yelp, "fucking shit!"

Huffing angrily you glared at the steady stream of water now flowing from the tap, steam rising as it warmed up. Stepping in you let it run over you, soothing your muscles. Rubbing your flesh with sweet-smelling soap you began to hum, since you woke there was a funny feeling in your chest, but not knowing what was causing it you decided to just ignore it. It wasn't a sign of danger so you were safe and free to relax. Grabbing a bottle of two in one shampoo and conditioner you had stolen from a hotel you stopped at you began to lather it in, enjoying the scent of cocoa butter coming from it.

Your shower had set you in a better mood, washing away any anxiety about a new place you had yet to explore. When you arrived at three in the morning, driving along the front til you reached your new home, you were surprised to see so many people still out and about in the early hours of the morning.

Regardless it would mean being out late when you went hunting wouldn't be seen as too odd.

Good thing I don't have any neighbors, you thought wrapping your fluffy blue robe around you and heading to the suitcase you had packed full of clothing. Unzipping it and reaching in looking for your yellow bathing suit, pulling out some loose pants and a cropped shirt. The heat didn't affect you the same as humans but it would certainly look odd if you dressed like you did back at home in Scotland.

You spun in front of your mirror, admiring yourself, "ah! You're a star babe, now for the shoes-" you looked around the room for your heeled boots, picking them up from beside the door and sliding them on after some thick white socks with pale yellow flowers on them.

"Now I just need my bag- fucks sake dude you left it in your car," forget about neighbours, good thing no one lived with you, they'd think you mad with how often you talked to yourself. Though that's how it was for most nomads, even when they settled down like you did.

Waltzing outside you let the sun warm your skin, hopping into your convertible and smiling in glee at the sight of your wallet still there even after being exposed overnight.

The sun was low in the sky, signaling the end of your first day in the town, you had spent most of it unpacking and looking at maps to decide what you wanted to do. Santa Carla was full of cliffs and woodlands and would be perfect for hunting and exploring in your free time. So far you hadn't met any others like you but you could sure as hell sense them, they weren't the same as you but they held an air of familiarity.

As you drove down you took in all the shops, there were more as you got to a central part of the coastline, the boardwalk, as it began to light up your eyes took it in with awe. It certainly boasted a lot of fun things to try, you could tell your favorite would be the Ferris wheel, the view must be amazing from that height.

Parking in a large lot besides some houses you made sure to lift the roof back up, taking note of all the delinquents standing by the wire fences, watching people coming and going with dark looks. At least if they did do any damage you could justify eating them, you had a feeling food would be in abundance here.

The night was lively, crowds were growing the darker it got as people flocked to the vibrant beacon in front of them, you were becoming immersed in the scents of fried food from various stalls and it was then your stomach decided to let out a large rumble.

Well when in Rome you thought, usually avoided anything too greasy, yes you could digest it but it always made you a little bloated in the morning. But looking around at the stalls before you it seemed there was little else to choose from, so you decided to walk towards a hotdog stand and grab two, scarfing them down as you headed towards the end of the boardwalk.

Climbing into a lone rider seat on the Ferris wheel you gazed around at the sight before you, the higher you got the smaller the humans below looked and the more peaceful it became as their chatter droned out to a dull buzz.

The ocean was even better, dark and imposing, like a deadly abyss surrounding the town. If you stared into the sky long enough you could see distant stars glowing above, unfortunately, the light pollution from modern technology made it much harder to appreciate the sky at night.

Once it began to descend you decided to look towards the opposite end of the boardwalk, feeling an odd tug in your chest. Expecting it was coming from another supernatural being you let your eyes rake over the crowd, skirting along the edges of the various buildings when you assumed they might be lurking in the shadows, perhaps having also sensed you.

Instead, you noticed nothing, the only ones looking devious enough were the gangs gathering and glaring at each other, there was the group of 'surf-nazis' you had already had been warned about by John and his partner Jay who were known to harass innocent beach goers if they so much as breathed near the water when a good wave was rising.

Moving on your eyes flickered over to a video store, in front were a group of bikers who were-

Wait

They were staring at you, well two of them were, a platinum blonde man who was smirking like he knew a joke you weren't in on as he took another drag of his cigarette and a stony brunette with the glossiest hair you had ever seen on a man. There was no way they should have been able to lock on to you from this far away, it was easy to tell that they were something non-human, nothing like you but something nonetheless.

You let your eyes leave them as the ride reached the ground, no longer able to see them over the large crowd between you.

Shoulda worn heels...

You kept talking to yourself in your mind, pushing through the humans waiting at the bottom of the ride and sliding your way through all the other tourists, heading towards the edge of the pier. If they were something other than human, the last thing you needed was for them to have an advantage over you. Stalking from the sidelines was always easy.

But walking through awful, smelly, grabby humans was not.

It was easier to go behind the stalls, where walls and sellers separated you from the rest of them, and you were well hidden.

When you reached the final stall you kept yourself behind it, pressing your chest to the wooden wall and leaning around it slightly, hoping to be subtle. You could see where they were, the tall lodge-like building that music and drunk tourists were slipping out of.

But they were gone. Their bikes were still there. With a huff you stepped forward, planning on getting a whiff of their scent before disappearing back to your home.

You were unable to take more than a few steps before a long pale arm reached forward and yanked you back, finding yourself pressed against a wall?

"What the hell man-" when you looked up you met milky blue eyes, followed by a dark smile, like you were being mocked.

"Well well, what do we have here boys?"

"Looks like a fan David," you looked to your left to see a brunette, god he's hot. They all were, like sirens reborn with legs, made to pull you in. "Smells pretty tasty too."

"Uh-" you tried moving away, only to realise there were two firm hands on your hips keeping you still. It was another blonde. Only with wild sandy hair that had been teased to the high heavens.

"Awe don't cha wanna stay and have fun with us?" he'd be cute if he didn't reek of weed, maybe he bathed in it like catnip.

"N-no! Let go of me!"

They laughed, and it echoed. The sound like a warning bell ringing in your mind. You stilled, tense and a growing irritation bubbling in your chest.

Your mind grew foggy and you could feel yourself being pulled away from your small hiding spot, the two blondes you had been sandwiched between wrapping around you, taking you in the direction of a ramp that led down to the dark beach.

"Mmmm you smell like cherries," what the hell.

Ok. Ok. This was fine, it's not like they could actually do any damage to you. You had existed for centuries there was no way four- wait what are they.

You let yourself go limp, now being supported by the sandy blonde who laughed, squeezing you to his chest.

And oh my god, you could hear it. Well, you couldn't hear anything. Not a bead, not a thump, none of the tha-dump you heard from the heart of a human.

Well, this ought to be interesting.

You were quite far down the beach now, feet leaving slight imprints in the ground.

Finding yourself suddenly free was confusing, stood with your back to the ocean, the four men in front of you.

"They're weird." We're they inspecting you?

"You're weird," you took a step back, and their smiles widened, "why-"

Just breath.

"What are you?" just cut to the chase idiot, if they're a threat just, like, fly away.

The four of them shared a look, and you had some idea that they must be using a mind link of sorts, something you were used to from your brothers and sisters. T

aking the chance to inspect them up close you raked over their clothing, it was odd, you really couldn't pinpoint what they were. Though that was more of your friend, Rhea's specialty, a rather intelligent witch who picked you out within minutes even while you were using a protection rune.

When your eyes met the bare chiseled chest and abs of the brunette you paused, truly appreciating the view.

He smirked when he noticed, uncrossing his arms to give you a better look. You were going to die soon anyway, so why not let you boost his ego a little.

"We can be anything you want us to be babe, why, got something in mind?" tall-dumb-and-sandy-blonde was watching you gawk at his friend, kinda bummed your attention was no longer on him.

They felt kinda nice in my arms...

David sent Paul a look, turning his milky blues back to you.

"Wanna know?" he grinned when you nodded, watching you step back a little, "Well, you asked for it."

His eyes began to glow, his face changing in front of your eyes.

Oh my god. "Oh my god," his friends followed, bones jutting out, eyes turning the same firey orange and yellow combination. "OH MY GOD"

They laughed, enjoying your reaction. Though they quickly stopped when you snorted, Dwayne and David shared similar frowns on their demonic faces.

"What's so funny, huh?"

You waved them off, laughter erupting from your mouth, soon you were hunched over as the mocking sounds grew in volume.

Now they were angry, humans tended to behave oddly in the face of danger but this was still odd to them, I mean, you were practically barking in their faces.

Marko huffed, hands on his hips, "what's so funny asshole?"

You looked back up at them, taking in the boy's stances which resembled a disappointed mother more than the vile creatures they were supposed to be.

Taking a deep breath you straightened your back, wiping away your tears and fighting to control your laughter as your cheeks kept themselves in a tight grin, teeth flashing.

"S-sorry it's just-" you choked, a giggle slipping through, "you're one of those kinds of vamps y'know? Can't expect me not to find it funny, never met one who can make their face all pointy- hey!"

You jumped away in time to miss the second tallest form lunging at you, his teeth bared in a snarl as his long arms reached for you, talons just missing your shoulder.

Holding your hands up you began to shuffle back, shoes filling with sand as you fought to calm your chest, "geez dude-", you spun again, the smaller blonde whizzing past you in an array of reds and blues, "hey! Hey! We're on the same team-"

It went on for a while until you noticed that they were trying to spin you until you were dizzy, feet rising off the ground longer than you thought vampires were able to. Though it was obvious from the small changes they had demonstrated that you were vastly different.

David huffed, finishing the cig he had lit on the way down the beach, "enough."

Paul and Marko stopped, flashing their teeth and moving the stand a meter away from you, keeping your sides flanked.

Cold eyes met yours and you began examining the face that framed them. He was sharp, nose thin and pointed with a slight upturn and thin soft lips. Cute but less like a man and more like a, well a hedgehog. The spiky blonde hair didn't help.

"Our turn to ask," you smoothed your face over, crossing your arms and jutting your hip in a way you thought would make you look cool, "what are you?"

You chewed your lip, thinking on it, "I'm god."

His brunette friend blanched, fists curling and shoulders slumping.

David tilted his head, "oh", nodding he crossed his hands behind his back meeting your gaze, "well, god, what are you doing in our home?"

"Uh," you relaxed, thinking for a moment, "technically I am everywhere."

He grinned, presenting his sharp canines to you and walking over to place a hand on your shoulder, "come with us then, god."

They had warmed up to you pretty quickly after that

Marko and Paul kept toying with you but now you were in David's hands and it was more jesting than pushing you about and trying to get their claws into you

Once you had gotten on the same page "species-wise" they were more curious than anything.

Though you kind of wish you had let them try and eat you when they tried to push you onto the Church ground to see if you would set on fire

"Ok so let me get this straight," you were swinging upside down, body hanging over the edge of the bridge while Paul floated beside you, his long mane circling his head, "you can fly, you sleep, but you can't go in the sun no matter what-"

He nodded, humming and reaching for your hand to play with the rings adorning your hands, his own flashing in the pale moonlight.

Marko was beside you, and his soft curls drifted in the wind and kept tickling your arms, "but you can go faster than us, and go out in the sun", he was still pretty pouty about that.

It hadn't taken them long to warm up to you when they finally found out what you were. Honestly, it was their first time properly meeting another of their kind who wasn't one of Max's weird business friends.

Dwayne had asked you about your jewelry, most of it enchanted in some way and one being the reason you were free to roam during the daytime.

It was the start of a beautiful friendship

And eventually something more

They never got over just how different they were to you, but not that they minded.

It was only when you kept on going out during the day that they got antsy, I mean, the sun wouldn't burn you

But what if

Eventually, you started sleeping in the cave with them, though you didn't have the weird pointy bat feet and at one point they dragged a mattress into their hidden nest

Now you spent each day lounging beneath them, often waking up in their arms

Unfortunately you couldn't get past their faces, it took months for you to be able to hunt alongside them without laughing too much at their pointy faces

#the lost boys #the lost boys imagines #marko the lost boys #tlb #the lost boys x reader #marko tlb #poly lost boys x reader #dwayne tlb #david tlb #the lost boys fic #the lost boys 1987

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lizzie-is-here · 1 year

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like the dawn

part xix- the endgame

“just because you are soft doesn’t mean you are not a force. honey and wildfire are both the color gold.” - victoria erickson

summary: you’re in the endgame now, and you’re making it out alive. even if you have to take on an army.

wordcount: 4.2k

warnings: violence, cussing, angst, endgame events, um idk what else

taglist: @whelvedfeelingsstuff @sebsgirl71479 @rebloggingmyrecs @babyblublossom @local-mr-frog @thenyxsky @capsiclesdoll @moonlightreader649 @saranghaey @almosttoopizza @itsprashimusic @yourfavunsub

a/n: one more part left! i’ve really enjoyed writing this series and i’m very sad to see it end, but i’m excited to see what’s next. hope you all enjoy, and i love u so much 🫶

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When everyone arrives back on the platform and safely in 2023, you’re more than excited.

You haven’t been so close to your boys in five years. But now there’s a glowing cube in your hand that you haven’t seen since the 40s and everyone’s here-

“Where’s Natasha?” you ask, watching Clint fall to his knees.

He says nothing, staring into the ground.

And that’s answer enough.

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The funeral is the next day. Just you, Tony, Thor, Bruce, and Clint.

Tony is just more determined to bring everyone back. Thor’s convinced you can bring her back. Bruce is… angry in a way that’s more human than Hulk.

Barton is heartbroken.

The grief rolls away from him in waves, and it’s impossible to ignore.

After the service at the compound lake, you head back to your old room, sitting down and staring at the blank walls.

A knock comes from the door.

The archer himself, still in the outfit from the funeral and tear stains still streaking down his face.

He sits next to you, looking around the room. The bed that’s larger than needed, the three pillows. The way you keep glancing at the walls for pictures that don’t hang there anymore.

Or maybe you’re looking around for people. For ghosts.

“How do you do it?” he asks. Live with the ghosts, he means.

“You’ve been doing it, too.”

Clint knows you’re right. He lost his entire family, and now his best friend. But he had Nat for those five years, and even then he went berserk.

He killed with no morals, just crude vigilantism for five long years. All over the world, he left dead bodies and power vacuums waiting to be filled by the next person corrupt enough to take on the role. He was a plague, sweeping through gangs and mobs and cutting them off at the knees with bloody tactics better left in foggy memory.

You hid in a cabin in Romania and adopted chickens.

And you were completely alone.

You shrug, mouth opening and closing a few times as you struggle for the words.

Swallowing, you take a deep breath. “I don’t. The pain hasn’t gone away.” He nods. “I think of them every second, every day. Even if I don’t want to admit it.”

“Do you know I dream of them?”

Clint pauses. “What do you mean?”

“Of our life before the war. Sometimes it’s memories, sometimes it’s all made up.” You chuckle a bit. “I dreamt that we were back- back then, one time. And I woke up convinced I was back in that little apartment.”

He can’t relate. Clint wishes he could have dreamt of his family, but he never saw them other than in pictures.

“I think those dreams were worse than the nightmares,” you finally say.

The hole Natasha Romanoff is leaving proves to be bigger than can ever be filled. For now, it feels bottomless. But one day, the hole won’t be so deep. Until then, you have to keep your head above water, even if you’re barely treading.

The two of you sit in silence, waiting for something that doesn’t come.

———————————————————————

“All right, the glove’s ready.”

Tony and Rocket carefully lift the new gauntlet. It’s Stark tech, hot-rod red as usual.

“Question is, who’s gonna snap their freakin’ fingers?” the raccoon asks. You go to speak, but Thor beats you to it.

“I’ll do it,” he says, hands shaking. In one hand, he’s clinging to Mjolnir, retrieved from the past. You’ve never touched the weapon. Ever since you learned how the hammer works, you’ve avoided it. You don’t need Asgardian magic to remind you of your crimes.

Despite Thor’s gumption, it’s clear to everyone that he’s in no state to even be awake, much less wielding the most powerful things in the universe.

“It’s okay.”

He hurries towards the glove, but you and Tony stop him before he can snatch it up.

“Thor, just wait,” you say. “We haven’t decided who’s gonna put the glove on yet.” The god laughs.

“Oh, I’m sorry. What, we’re all just sitting around and waiting for the right opportunity?”

“We should at least discuss it,” Scott agrees. Thor doesn’t relent, growing desperate as he rambles.

“I’m the strongest Avenger, okay?” he says. “So, this responsibility falls upon me. It’s my duty.”

When Tony steps in to talk him down, you turn your gaze back to the gauntlet. Just like in Wakanda, power flows off of it in waves. Without a wielder, however, its power is more of an ambient thrum than an overwhelming force.

If anyone else snaps, they’d be left with permanent damage. It could kill someone. Another friend, gone. Just like that.

The gauntlet is in your hands faster than you can blink.

“(Y/N)?” Tony’s voice is muffled.

You know that your healing would save you from any injuries.

You could bring everyone back.

Your boys.

“What are you talking about?” Scott asks. You didn’t even realize you were talking out loud.

Tony carefully grabs the gauntlet. “(Y/N), put the glove down.”

And you snap out of it, letting him take the stones away. Your fingertips pulse with power.

“I would survive,” you mutter. “I’d heal faster than I’d die.”

“Healing isn’t gonna do much for you,” Bruce says before nodding to Thor. “And neither will lightning. It’s gotta be me.”

“You saw what those stones did to Thanos. They almost killed him,” he continues. “The radiation coming off the stones is mostly gamma, though. It’s like… I was made for this.”

Everyone glances at each other. He makes a good point. Finally, Tony sighs and relents.

With everyone in place, Bruce picks up the gauntlet.

“Good to go, yeah?” Tony asks. When Bruce nods, the genius finalizes the plan. “Remember, everyone Thanos snapped away five years ago, you’re just bringing them back to now, today. Don’t change anything from the last five years.”

“Got it.”

The room begins to go on lockdown, and you summon a shield of light in one hand, while readying your healing with the other.

“Everyone comes home.”

The glove expands to fit Bruce’s hand, and as soon as it’s locked on, that endless power returns. The doctor screams in pain, falling to one knee as his skin starts singeing under the heat.

“Take it off! Take it off!” Thor shouts, but you hold a hand out.

“Bruce, are you okay?” you ask. Eventually, he nods, lifting his hand.

And he snaps.

…then immediately collapses on the floor.

You start healing his arm as soon as possible, struggling to contain the damage. There are so many burnt nerves, so many blisters.

It takes a few minutes, and even then he’s still passed out.

You stand up as the team hovers around him, watching the doors open again. Your heart feels lighter.

Clint’s phone starts ringing, and everything starts to feel right again. From the windows, Scott pipes up.

“Guys… I think it worked.”

You smile, before the hairs on your neck rise.

A quick glance up is all you need to spot Thanos’s ship, giant and covering the compound.

You barely manage to throw a shield over yourself when the missile hits. When the rubble stops, you’re the only one atop the ruined building.

Flinging a hand to your earpiece, you take a shaky gasp. “Guys? Anyone, please. Are you all okay?”

All you get in response is vague screaming, so you huff, shake out your hands, and get ready for the fight of your life.

From your hiding spot, you watch Nebula, definitely not your Nebula, head towards a returned Thanos. Whatever happened on her excursion to the past, it brought them here.

The Mad Titan sits, sword planted in the ground, and waits.

Rage boils under your skin as you watch him. He’s nonchalant, calm, and confident. Maybe he’s not the same Thanos, but he took the loves of your life. You want nothing more than to kill him again.

However, as far as your rage will carry you, you know you’ll need help.

You take your place on a hill, shortly followed by Tony and Thor.

“What’s he been doing?” the former asks.

Thor shakes his head. “Absolutely nothing.”

“And the stones?” you ask. Tony points to the ground.

“Somewhere under all this. All I know is he doesn’t have ‘em.”

When you suggest fighting him, the god of Thunder sighs again. “You know it’s a trap, right?”

“Yeah. I just don’t care all that much.”

“Good. As long as we’re all in agreement.”

Thunder crackles as the clouds begin to spiral and Thor reaches out each hand. With the lightning come Mjolnir and Stormbreaker, flying into his hands. He doesn’t even flinch as the electricity dances across his body.

“Let’s kill him properly this time.”

The three of you descend, slowly approaching Thanos.

“You could not live with your own failure. Where did that bring you?” He nods, smirking. “Back to me.”

“I thought by eliminating half of life, the other half would thrive. But you’ve shown me that that’s impossible. As long as there are those who remember what was, there will always be those that are unable to accept what can be. They will resist.”

“We certainly will,” you say.

“I’m thankful. Because now I know what I must do. I will shred this universe down to its last atom. And then, with the stones you’ve collected for me… create a new one, teeming with life, that knows not of what it has lost but only what it has been given.” He grabs his sword. “A grateful universe.”

You shrug your bow into your hands. “Born out of blood.”

“They’ll never know it. Because you won’t be alive to tell them.”

You, Tony, and Thor all strike at once. Flashes of electricity, light, and repulsors flicker in time to clangs of metal.

Even if Thanos is huge, the three of you are nimble. You dart and weave around his blade, firing at weak spots as the other two sink everything into their strikes.

Thor charges up Tony, who attacks and in turn gives you an opening. But then Tony’s knocked out and tossed to the rubble. The god rushes in to help, but gets pinned and Thanos starts sinking Thor’s own axe into his chest.

You have to hold the line.

Tossing the bow to the side, you charge the titan. A flash of light in his eyes distracts him, and something pulls your hand.

An instinct? No, that’s not the right word. The action isn’t familiar, or a usual response.

It’s an intuition.

The unfamiliar tug extends your palm, and something comes flying to your outstretched hand. Closer, closer, until you don’t have to look over to know what lands in your grip.

Mjolnir.

The hammer crackles to life and you feel like you’ve just been injected with pure caffeine. It’s a high like no other. Absolutely euphoric.

In the reflection of the weapon, you can see your eyes glowing in gold and blue.

The rest of the universe falls away. It feels selfish to admit, but you don’t give a damn right now about what happens to the rest of the galaxies. You’re doing this for Earth. For your friends.

For Natasha. For Wanda, and Sam, and T’Challa. For Steven Grant Rogers and James Bucky Barnes.

You fly up, watching Thanos ready his sword. Your powers combined with Thor’s are too much to even contain, and residual energy starts escaping your hands and seeping into the hammer.

You bring down Mjolnir on Thanos with such force that it knocks his sword from his hands and drives him into the dirt.

With a twirl of the wrist, you strike him across the jaw, flipping away as he jumps up.

It’s a careful dance as you fight the man destined on destroying this entire universe. Not just you, not just the Avengers. Everyone. And you’re standing between him and his goal.

Gold light and light blue electricity dance around your body as you move, radiating from you like a deadly whirlwind.

With a flying blow that knocks him onto his back again, you set a foot on his chest.

“I killed you once. I dragged it out that time.” You shoot a pulse of electricity through your planted foot that you can feel shock his nerves. “That was before I had five years to think about it. Alone,” you snap.

“I won’t take so long this time.” When you flash a smirk, you think you can see a bit of fear in his eyes.

One hand flies down to Thanos’s forehead and you unleash the pent-up energy.

His head starts overheating and he screams, clawing at your hand. It doesn’t do much, seeing as every time his fingers touch you, lighting burns his hands. But then he manages to grab his sword and slam it against you, sending you flying back.

Your wings take the brunt of the landing, but you stand anyway. It’s not like you have any other option.

Now that Thanos has his sword again, you’re on even footing. Blows are parried and your hands are lightning-quick, literally and figuratively.

But you’re human beneath everything.

And you’re tiring.

He sneaks in a blow that cuts your arm and lays you out in the dirt yards away, Mjolnir flying from your hands as you cough.

You gasp for air as he slowly stalks toward you. Fighting to get up proves harder than ever.

So instead, you roll onto your side, healing the gushing wound.

“In all my years of conquest, violence, slaughter… it was never personal.”

You lift your head to glare at the titan.

“But I’ll tell you now, what I’m about to do to your stubborn, annoying little planet? I’m gonna enjoy it very, very much.”

Behind him, an army descends from his ships. Thousands of soldiers.

Tony isn’t getting up. Neither is Thor. For all you know, the rest of the team is dead under your feet.

You rise, reaching your freshly-healed arm down to your side and feeling the familiar thrum of your powers.

You extend your wings to their full reach, casting a soft shadow behind you. For once, you appreciate their darkness.

The neverending enemy in front of you is an omen of death.

But so are you.

For once, the Angel of Death doesn’t seem like such a horrible title.

You only hope your boys will be okay when you’re gone.

With a long-suffering sigh, you slowly start your way towards the enemy line, when the silent comm in your ear crackles to life.

“I thought you knew better than to do anything stupid until we got back?”

When you whip your head back to where a soft glow is growing, that adrenaline rush is back all over again.

The first to emerge from the portal are T’Challa, Shuri, and Okoye. The king nods to you, and you can spot the full Wakandan army behind them.

Sam flies out as dozens more portals emerge, dotting the sky.

Dr. Strange, the family of Rocket. Peter’s with them, smiling as if he’d never died.

You watch in awe. Some of the people emerging from the rings, you don’t even recognize. But you’re all here for the same reason. You held the line.

And then you see them.

Up until that point, you’d stayed calm. You’re tired, bruised, and relieved beyond imagination.

But as soon as you make eye contact with Steve and Bucky you’re running towards them.

When you finally reach them, they catch you with open arms.

“Welcome back,” you whisper, clinging on and never intending on letting go. You pull away anyway.

“I’m sorry,” Steve asks. Bucky agrees, still holding your hand.

You laugh, tears spilling over. “What for? Your back!”

“We’re sorry you had to be alone,” Bucky presses. Nodding, you turn back to the army that you quite honestly forgot was there.

“All that matters now is that you’re here,” you conclude, reaching out a hand. That same tug, and Mjolnir returns just like before.

You gesture to Steve, who’s gaping at the weapon in your grasp.

“Go on. You do it better anyways.”

He nods, shouting over the noises of both sides.

“Avengers…”

“…assemble.”

Everyone surges forward at once, the two sides colliding in a mess of yelling and blasts. You spot Tony and Pepper in complimentary suits, destroying Thanos’s smaller ships.

Thor takes out waves of aliens with lightning strikes, and the Dora Milaje take down enemies with strategic precision.

You join the god, catching his ax when it comes towards you instead of the hammer.

He frowns. “No, no, give me that. You have the little one.” You oblige, swapping weapons and taking to the sky as lightning trails behind you.

A Leviathan veers in your direction, sharp teeth glinting as you speed up. You toss Mjolnir down its throat, conjuring lightning that explodes the whole creature from the inside.

You reach out for the hammer to return to your hand, but just as it reaches you, it flies away.

“Dammit, I was using that, Thor,” you mutter, watching it sail to his hand.

You summon an arrow, tossing it into the fray and manipulating it from the ground. It cuts through the air faster than energy blasts, and you send it straight through a larger ship that crashes to the ground.

“You need to keep up with this, it’s vintage.” You whirl around to see Steve holding up your bow. He smiles. “C’mon, I’m more of a shield guy, myself.”

You roll your eyes, smirking and taking it.

“We’re vintage, Stevie. Where is Buck, anyway?”

The blond points a bit away, where your other lover is furiously struggling to tie his hair up in a half-bun.

“Cap!” Clint shouts over comms. “What do you want me to do with this damn thing?” The glove.

You block an alien charging you two, holding it off as Steve responds.

“Get those stones as far away as possible!”

You fire a blast down its throat as Bruce yells from nearby.

“No! We need to get ‘em back where they came from,” he says.

You grunt, shoving more enemies back. “We can’t do that. Thanos destroyed the machine.”

“Hold on!” Scott towers above the battlefield, but shrinks down as soon as he talks. “That wasn’t our only time machine.”

A distant melody plays.

You press your earpiece. “Anyone see an ugly brown van out here?”

An unfamiliar voice responds. “Yes, but you’re not gonna like where it’s parked!”

Scott and Tony start talking, hashing out a plan to reactivate the tunnel. Meanwhile, you hurry towards Bucky.

He ducks long enough for you to shoot an arrow at a hoverbike flying at you both.

“You’re bleeding,” you scold. He willingly offers up his flesh arm, letting you mend the skin with ease.

“You look the same,” he whispers. You glance up in confusion. “Everyone else looks older. Stark. Barton.”

In the midst of the battlefield, he kisses your forehead.

“You haven’t changed one bit.”

You shrug. “Well, at least that serum’s worth something.”

Across the field, you see a red glow. Thanos rises in the air by Wanda’s magic, and he starts screaming in pain almost immediately.

He shouts out, and you can see the main ship above readying its guns.

“Steve!” you yell, beckoning the blond over. You throw up a shield just as fire rains down on both sides, explosions racking the ground.

Suddenly, the guns turn to the sky.

A beam of lights shoots through the main ship, exploding the inside.

A saving grace.

“Danvers,” you pant into the comm. “Welcome back.”

“Good to be back, Agent.”

Steve and Bucky both raise an eyebrow.

“‘Agent’?” the former teases. You push him, running to where Carol landed.

You gently help Peter to his feet as he passes the gauntlet off to the veteran, healing his scratches.

“I don’t know how you’re gonna get through all of that.” He winces as you heal his nose.

“Don’t worry,” Wanda says as she lands beside him. On a winged horse, a woman descends as well.

“She’s got help,” Okoye finishes. Along comes Pepper, Hope, and Shuri. You grin and turn back to the teen.

“Stay safe, okay? You’ve done a great job, now let us finish this up,” you tell him as he nods. “Steve and Buck are over there, keep an eye on them for me?”

He dutifully runs off and you tap your earpiece to speak just to your boys.

“I sent Peter over to you two. Keep an eye on him, please.”

They respond in the affirmative, and you return your focus on the task at hand.

As the group charges forward at the titan, you all attack at once. You and Wanda sling twin blasts, gold and scarlet colliding against the enemy line before Gamora and Okoye go in with a sword and spear.

The valkyrie slices down the side of a leviathan as Carol blasts through the explosions. She collided with Thanos, and the resulting explosion rocks the ground.

The gauntlet is on the ground. Tony and Thanos both run for it, and when the genius is tossed to the side, Thor takes his place. Even the god is shrugged off.

Steve and Bucky are beside you in an instant. The shield, the gun, the bow.

Just like before.

You don’t have to speak to move in tandem.

Steve tosses the shield and you blast it forward. Bucky throws a knife that you retrieve. Steve distracts Thanos long enough for Bucky to kick the gauntlet further away.

It’s a triad of blows, and you manage to fight the titan to a standstill for a while.

But the moment you slip up, he takes the advantage again. Bucky is tossed at least 20 feet, and Steve is punted into the ground and punched in the face.

With a swing of the arm, you push the titan back before shooting out a hand.

Alien anatomy may be strange, but it’s not hard to locate a knee.

You focus your powers on the bone, and you pull.

The bone pops out of the socket with a sickening pop, and Thanos screams. Before you can give the other knee the same treatment, he grabs one of your wings and throws you.

You shout out as you hit the ground, rolling to a stop a few feet away. Cussing and groaning under your breath, you try to blink away the tears.

As you lay on the ground, you fire random bursts of light in hope to keep the gauntlet away from Thanos.

Tony takes over when you can’t anymore. You watch the man, more human than any of the rest of you, wrestle with the titan. He gets flung away, but you see him cradling something in his hands.

Thanos raises his arm, but you can see the back of his hand. The stones are missing.

“I am inevitable,” he hisses.

When he snaps, all that comes is an empty clang.

Tony sits up, and the Infinity Stones take their places on his hand in a gauntlet of his own.

“And I…” he pauses to gasp for breath. “…Am Iron Man.”

All around you, Thanos’s army starts dissolving to dust, just as half of the universe did five years ago. The titan sits down, but your focus is on the billionaire.

He stumbles towards you and you guide him to a nearby rock. Tony sits down, or rather, collapses on the ground as you kneel beside him.

You’re tired, but you push through the fatigue.

“What’re you doing, kid?” he whispers. If not for your enhanced hearing, you wouldn’t have been able to make out the words.

“You saved me.” You wince as your wing, still broken, twinges. “So I’m saving you.”

The damage on his right arm is too much. You can heal the worst of the injuries, but the damage in the arm is too great to save. And he’s too human.

The burns on his face are healing, and his pulse is weak, but you’re confident that it’s not stopping any time soon.

“Tony? Oh, thank fuck.” Rhodey, Pepper, and Peter come running as you step away, stumbling slightly.

You turn around to meet the gaze of Steve and Bucky. It’s a sigh of relief every time you see them. They both pull you into a hug, pausing when you wince.

“Are you hurt?” the former asks.

You nod, head resting against this chest. “Big purple bitch broke my wing.” It's fully healed by now, but the soreness will last.

The brunet chuckles, carefully running a hand up and down your back.

“You poor thing,” he chides.

You shrug. “I’ll be alright. Plus, I’m going to be using it to get breakfast in bed for at least two weeks.”

“You were alone for so long,” Steve says, tone growing serious before he laughs. “I think breakfast in bed is guaranteed for the next two months.”

You both slyly glance at Bucky, who’s still fussing over your non-injured wing.

“I’ll make as many pancakes as you two want,” he says.

Thor and Rhodey help Tony limp to a jet, and the rest of the massive army disperses in kind. Peter waves to you three from the quinjet.

“Come on! We’re gonna head to the tower.”

You and your boys link pinkies, and head towards the jet.

Hand in hand, heading home.

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op. op pls i devoured your fic rec list. do you have. perchance. more to share. pls. (if you want ofc) jason requires All the hugs. esp when he gets to be Safe in bruce or dick's arms again like they're protecting him even though hes all grown up now and doesn't need protecting but that's his Family and they Love Him op im having emotions (tone lighthearted i just think you have good taste in fics and am wondering if you would want to rec some more? no pressure LOL)

anon, this has to be one of the best compliments ive ever received in my life lmao thank u for saying i have good taste in fics 😂

ive got 10 more recs for ya! i tried to centre it on jason with bruce and/or dick but there are a couple that have an even focus on other siblings too. those will still have the good jason stuff in it tho. 😌😌

also this time not all of them are h/c lol soz some of them are just fluff 🙏 but they do all have good family feels!!! and im pretty sure jason gets hugs in most of them too haha.

anyways, onto some (more) good jason todd family feels gen fic! once again: word count rounded to the nearest thousand, and listed in no particular order.

The Cave by lurkinglurkerwholurks | 4k

jason and dick get stranded on an island and dick is injured so jay goes to explore the island on his own and finds a sketchy cave he goes to explore. shit happens. as a younger sibling myself, i found it pretty accurately captures the complexity and the depth of sibling feelings and relationships (esp dick's older brother-ness) in a situation thats been dialed to 11.

through the valley of the shadow by Goldmonger | 10k

jason gets captured and tortured and inadvisably makes his way out of the building even though he's exacerbating his wounds bc he doesnt want to risk waiting for a father bat that will never come. bruce does get there in time and jay recovers at the manor, to his great annoyance and reluctant warmth.

Ornaments by haunt_the_stars | 2k

it's the holidays & bruce is counting kids (checking in on them) when he finds jason crying by the christmas tree bc bruce buys them all a new ornament every year and jason doesnt have any after his death and it's not fair he missed out on so much of his youth. i cried reading this but it was also cute. (tbf, literally any time jason contemplates the teenage years he missed out on due to his death etc., i cry lol.)

and if only i could make a deal with god by foreverstudent | 21k

one of the ones with a more even focus on everyone. id actually say it's about bruce. feels are good tho, and jason does get a hug. the bat boys get sent back in time and find a bruce that just started being batman standing in front of his parents' graves and wondering if he should stop being batman to find happiness in marriage. the boys unanimously decide to convince bruce to give up the bat so he can be happy, even though it majorly risks their own futures (and in dami's case, his actual life).

Tap Out by coyote_nebula | 8k

jay's at a gala and gets poisoned and as he struggles to breathe (and his family panics), he contemplates all the other times he felt like he was gonna die. focuses heavily on the concept of tapping out as a way to practice boundaries, esp in his relationship w bruce.

You, Me, and the Humanity in Between by JUBE514 | 66k

this is kind of fantasy realism? and this is another fic that focuses more evenly on everyone. bruce keeps finding these kids that arent really human, adopting them and giving them a childhood (and family!) anyways. it's sweet and my favourite thing about it is that the boys all pass around bruce's gotham knights sweater for comfort clothing. also there's a part where john constantine is like "h o w do you keep finding them?!?!" it's good lol. ah and i just love when stories explore what it means to be human.

The 70 Days After Groundhog Day by Ptelea | 44k

this is a dick pov fic that goes through the aftermath of a time loop only jason remembers. it's not often you get to read about the after effects instead of the time loop itself, which i thought was cool, and it goes into the way jason and his relationship to the family has changed bc of this thing only he remembers. focuses most heavily on dick & jay.

Commencement by ivy_and_ivory | 3k

jason invites bruce to his uni graduation :') what i like the most is that jason's not just thinking of how he feels now, he's thinking about how he'll feel in the future. he might still feel weird about bruce now but in the future he thinks he'll have wanted b to be there. it makes me so soft to read about this jason that's looking toward the future again, instead of focusing on his death and his past.

The Bedtime Chronicles by SillySunshine | 5k (series)

the rule is, as long as bruce can pick you up, he can still ground you. 😤 the first fic is robin jason and it's all v fluffy and adorable. the second fic is red hood jason so it's angsty and then hilarious (obvs b can still pick him up) and then fluffy. we love sappy father & son fic in this house!

pantry by envysparkler | 4k

one by one, jason's siblings congregate in his apartment to get away from bruce/seek refuge after a hard day/generally annoy him. jay-centric, tho all the siblings + bruce star pretty equally. fluff & humour! spoiler alert: eventually he escapes to the manor lmao.

#rei replies #jason todd #fic recs #batfamily #it took me a hot second to pick 10 that fit the criteria u mentioned anon lol #jason is now officially my number one most bookmarked character 🥲#'you me and the humanity in between' has my whole heart lol it's so INTERESTING #dick is this wooden doll that gains sentience after years of being cherished by the grayson family #jay is part of the soul of gotham come alive from the city's stone #tim is a statue that was part of a grave of a boy that died a long time ago.#his parents found the grave and the statue boy on a dig and brought him home as an artefact to be admired from behind a glass case #and dami is completely human.#anyways clark gets kinda freaked out cuz the first three robins dont have heartbeats lol #it's good stuff!!!!!!

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Okay okay, but what about a part 3 for the yandere king darkiplier and Antisepticeye fic? :)

This one focuses more on Dark, but if people want me to continue this there will be more Anti in the next chapter :3

Over time, their yandereness and kingship will be shown more as well!

Word Count: 1,011

Over time, you came to enjoy the company of Dark and Anti. You saw Dark more, seeing as you were staying in his castle, but Anti visited often.

You refused to sleep anywhere other than your cell. But…

You awoke with a start, completely winded by the nightmare you just had. It was awful…you didn’t know you could even have such dark nightmares.

After that…you wanted company.

You paced around in your cell for a good while, but eventually the memories of the nightmare crept in and you made your decision.

It was a short walk to Dark’s room…and you saw light seeping out from under the door. He must still be awake.

You worked yourself up to it, and finally knocked.

“Go away Wilford.” Was the response you heard.

“U-uh it’s y/n…”

You heard something drop and scurrying, and Dark opened the door in an instant.

“Y/n?!” He seemed so genuinely shocked. He took a glance at your expression, “What’s wrong? Has someone here upset you?” He looked livid, and you had to stop that train of thought quickly in fear of the safety of anyone who might have bothered you.

“No! I…this is gonna sound stupid…” You all but mumbled the last part, looking down at your feet.

A soft touch of a finger under your chin made your eyes snap up to Dark.

“Darling…if it is bothering you it’s far from stupid.” He looked genuinely concerned, and your heart melted ever so slightly at the expression.

“Well…” You started, “I…had a nightmare.” And you looked away once again, only for that same hand to pull your gaze back to him.

Dark gave you a comforting smile, and opened the door further, “Come in. We can talk about your nightmare.” He led you to the bed, and sat you down at the end of it while he pulled the chair over from his work desk.

That chair had been lying on the ground, and papers scattered as if he had fallen out of his chair. Was he THAT caught off guard by you coming to see him?

He smiled, “Would you like something to drink perhaps?” And you shook your head.

“No…not right now.”

He nodded, “In your own time darling. I have all night.” He glanced back at his work desk, accidentally letting you know he had more important things to be doing. Or at least you thought they were more important.

You sighed, and slowly opened up about your nightmare. You told him everything, even explaining some things further, such as a phobia of yours that was present during the nightmare.

After you had finished explaining, you looked at Dark for a moment. His eyes looked sympathetic, and remembering his power just now, you looked away from his eyes.

He saw this and chuckled, “It’s only when I’m trying to make you obedient. It doesn’t work if I’m not trying.” And you blushed, embarrassed that you got caught.

“I’m sorry…” Was all you could get out. You were feeling particularly vulnerable after sharing your story of the nightmare, and didn’t want to make him upset or think it was his fault you were having nightmares.

In fact…you felt relatively safe with Dark. But you wouldn’t tell him that just yet.

A yawn escaped your mouth before you could help it.

This made Dark smile, “Get some rest darling. Would you…like to sleep in my bed tonight? It is far more comfortable than that of the cell.” The kind expression on his face inviting you in.

Despite being kidnapped by this demon…you let out a small “Yes please.”

He seemed happy with this answer, and pulled back the covers for you, grabbing your hand to lead you over to the other side of the bed. Dark tucked you in once you had gotten comfortable, and he turned off the main light, leaving the only light in the room being the small desk lamp.

He walked back to his work desk, and got back to work.

Another yawn from you, but you watched Dark work for a good while.

“Dark?” You questioned.

“Yes darling?” He replied, not yet looking up from his work.

You were afraid to ask the question…but you didn’t want to feel alone. He wasn’t close enough. You couldn’t touch him. That’s what you wanted…to be held while you fell asleep.

“Um…” You sat up, and looked at him. He turned at the sound of you moving around in bed, and tilted his head ever so slightly in questioning.

“What is it darling? Something wrong? Can you not sleep with this light on?” He fumbled a bit, “I can work in my office if-”

And you cut him off “No! I mean…I just…” You gulped, and questioned if you really wanted to ask this of the demon.

Your inner voice told you that you wanted him close, and you listened to that inner voice. “C-could you…sleep in bed…with me…?” It came out feeble and fragile, and you winced at the sound of your own voice.

If you didn’t have his attention before, you definitely had it now. He immediately got up, and walked over to the other side of the bed. He pulled the covers back and gave you an ‘are you sure’ look.

You nodded and he slowly climbed into bed.

At first, you slept on one side and him on the other. But you could see he was still wide awake.

Ever so slowly, you crept closer to him.

This made him smile, and you rested your head on his chest.

He wrapped his arms around you, and softly whispered “Is this okay?” The amount of care he was showing you spoke volumes. He was making sure in every possible way that you were safe and happy.

And you fell asleep like that. Who knew if demons even slept, but he held you all through the night. It was comfortable. And after seeing this soft side of Dark, you wanted to get even closer to him if possible.

The next morning however…

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wings wouldn't help you down

summary: "he isn’t one to believe in a higher power. he isn’t a religious man. but in this moment, he asks the universe to please, just be kind to him. just this once.

and the universe laughs."

(or: the 5 times you wake up, and the one time you don't).

pairing: levi ackerman x reader

word count: 4k

tags/warnings: major character death, a loose little 5+1 idea, the poor captain is whipped for u, many fluffy moments, some lowkey hurt/comfort, but some MAJOR angst too sorry not sorry, for the sake of the argument the end of this is loosely based around the 57th expedition

a/n: hi loves. this is crossposted from ao3 and i wanted to give her a home on here. enjoy!

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It’s the oddest feeling, you think.

The realizing. That you are going to die.

The realizing that no matter how hard you pushed, no matter how hard you fought, no matter how much it took of you to survive everyday, it would never come to fruition.

That you, too, would die. Alone, cold, in this hole under the ground of Mitras. Safe indeed within the walls, but not safe enough.

When you were young, you dreamed of being a bird. A small, quick little thing that breezed through the air without so much as a thought. You would glide on the wind and feel it tickle under your feathers. You would fly right past those stairs that lead above ground, and nobody would even give you a second glance. Because if you were simply a bird, nobody would try to stop your flight.

You would feel the sun. You would bask in that.

You would move. You would fly. You wouldn’t sit here, waiting to rot, waiting to become a corpse in the street. You would break the legacy of dying here, waiting for hope to come.

Suddenly, your eyes are heavy. When did that happen? Hmm , you think idly. It’s finally come.

You’re waiting now.

Until you’re not.

The world is all bright colors and harsh lights as someone shakes you with a “wake up! Move. You have to move.” It’s jarring, to be sure. This is the first movement you’ve felt in…hours? Days? It’s hard to say now. Everything is so bright. You blearily take in the person who shook you awake. Dark hair, slate grey eyes, and he’s glaring at you, scrutinizing you ever so slightly. His hands are on your shoulders. He gently shakes your shoulders again.

“Get up now. If you stay here like this, you’re gonna die. You have to move.”

There’s another boy with him, blonde hair and slight figure. He nods to the dark haired boy in front of you, and he helps you, slowly, rise from the ground. It’s dizzying, tiring, and you feel the need to pass out. But he’s shaking you again, and your shoulder is supported by his small frame.

One step. Two steps.

You’re awake again. And you’re walking. He huffs quietly next to you, and you’re going with him, they’re taking you with them, him and the blonde man.

You don’t necessarily understand it, not then, maybe in time. But it feels like a second chance to fly.

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You’re going to die in the street.

You’re going to die here. Alone. And scared. And hungry.

Levi never came. He never came to save you. You laid there, in the wide open, and he never came. You stayed there, like so many others before you, and you never got a second chance. There is no flight. There is no escape.

And because you never got saved, there is no going home to the small house the four of you share. No Isabel, Furlan, or Levi. There are no rowdy nights around the dinner table, the four of you, Isabel laughing so hard that her drink comes out her nose. There are no more early morning discussions with Furlan that come so easily as you talk about the future. Your fears and what you want with your life. Your hopes and aspirations that there could be so much more than ODM flying through the city for thug jobs.

And there’s no more Levi. Levi, who has always been so oddly protective over you since the first day that you met. Levi, who has always had an eye out for you. Levi, who always seemed cold, cunning, and methodical, until you broke him down to his very basics. Levi, who had to grow up too fast for his own good. Levi, who never believed he could have anything good because it would always be taken away from him.

Levi, the only person you ever knew in this life that you loved.

Levi, the one who loved you back. Who gave you your first kiss, first everything, shared a bed with you and held you in the night. Levi, who always made sure you were safe, who let his guard down to let himself be soft with you. Levi, who cradled you when you cried. The singular person the universe gave you to cope in a world that was so beyond cruel.

There was none of that. And with the lack of that, there was no escaping the Underground, the four of you.

Because he never came for you, you don’t ever see Isabel’s glee when she finally sees the sun beyond the walls as a scout. You never see Furlan underneath the stars convincing Levi to let them all go on this expedition with him.

But then, yet again, you never have to see Isabel crushed between two titans. You don’t ever see Furlan eaten. You don’t ever see these things, because you don’t know these people, he never saved you, he never came-

You sit upright in bed as arms grab you by the shoulders, shaking you awake. You struggle to put breath in your lungs as you shake. A bad dream, all just a nightmare. You are here. You are okay. You ground yourself as you recognize the small room you lay in, a provision from Levi’s new title of Captain.

Your breathing slows into ease once again as you feel the weight of aforementioned captain’s arms on your shoulders and he squeezes, just like that day years ago. When he did save you. There is no exhaustion in his voice when he asks you what’s wrong.

He’s been awake. He’s been awake this whole time.

Tears are quick to well in your eyes as you explain, speech coming out erratically as you describe the frantic fear you felt, scared of this dream world where he never came when he did. Something in his eyes, those slate grey eyes that most would usually akin to daggers, softened. There’s a kiss to your temple, a hand cradling your cheek, and a whisper.

“I’m here, you know. Right here. It was only a nightmare. And I’m not going anywhere.” It’s slow, but the Captain of the Scout Regiment of all people did not always have a way with soft words. He’s always been more than that, though. Quiet Levi. Quiet Levi who often couldn’t find the words. You huff at this, heart still beating fast, but the previous anxiety seems to all but flood out of you. You are the only one who sees him like this, soft eyes and heart on his sleeve.

“You better not be. Who else would I annoy everyday? You’re all I got.” You smirk, and he feigns annoyance with a huff at this, but the glint of laughter in his eyes gives him away.

He hums an agreement and brushes a hair behind your ear, and adds “I’ll hold you. If you want to try and sleep again. I’m not going anywhere.” And you know if anything could keep you safe, if anyone could make you feel safe, it's him. When it's you and him, nothing will ever come near you.

When you wake the next morning, he is passed out beside you, a rare sight indeed. His arms, though, stay steadfast around your waist.

You’re safe.

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Levi hasn’t always known you to be the most deft on your feet.

One of his favorite memories of your time together in the Underground before being brought to the Survey Corps was your attempts at using ODM gear. If it took Isabel a while to get it, it took you even longer. You ended up either hanging upside or flat on your ass more times than he could really count. Smiles tended to be a rare thing from him, but seeing you twisted up in your gear like an idiot always earned you a huff or two. After that, though, he adamantly refused you’re using the ODM gear unless he could be with you to supervise and ensure your safety.

But this time, he’s not laughing.

It’s a simple training course. But you’re just not getting the hang of it. He sees it in slow motion, and it almost makes his heart stop.

The green of the forest whirls around you both as you swiftly zip through the trees. You’re in front of him, just barely. He’s giving chase, and cadets beneath you are doing standard training exercises, moving wooden titan decoys in and out of your way. He sees it before you do, and he’s yelling at you to watch out. You hear him, but only a minute too late. You fumble to swing at the nape, as your foot catches the shoulder of the decoy.

You’re merely inches off, but you miss.

You miss the nape.

Your foot catching on the titan decoy sends you spiraling to the ground and you have no time to break the fall before you hit the ground, your head hitting the ground with a smack.

His heart stops at the sound, and the training exercise is forgotten as he drops to the forest floor, rolling to take you into his arms. There’s a gash on your head from where it made contact with the ground, and your breathing is shallow. His heart lurches, but his mind is quicker, and he almost turns around to call for help when another voice does it for him.

“Someone help! We have a cadet down!” Levi whips around, and his eyes widen as a brown haired person with glasses calls out for help, other cadets moving around them. Hange, if he remembers correctly, goes to move and grab you. Levi instinctively tightens his grip, and Hange moves back only slightly.

“She’s not the first to drop like that in a training exercise,” They say easily, trying to provide some comfort. “I don’t know where you guys came from, but she’s safe here. We just need to go patch up that gash on her head. She’ll be alright.” They say that last part softly, moving slowly to grab you from Levi, who loosens his grip on you. You slip from his arms into theirs and they're off, down the small path carved into the forest floor back towards their base.

He can only watch as they take you, moving with a couple other cadets to run you to the infirmary.

It’s been hours, he thinks, as he paces outside the infirmary doors. The sound of his footsteps, tapping on the floor as he walks wall to wall, allows him a cadence to his thoughts. He hasn’t felt this kind of fear since Isabel and Furlan. The sheer panic he felt watching you fall to the ground so perfectly mirrored that same panic he felt watching Isabel crushed, and Furlan dropped into a titan’s jaws. That same helpless panic. It’s been hours now. And you’re still not awake.

He is not one to easily become scared. He knows this. With every loss he’s acquired, it adds a new brick to his wall, a wall he’s built so high so as to not let himself be hurt. So that nobody could get close enough. He doesn’t scare easily because his wall has become so high, so guarded.

But you managed to get through that.

You managed to get through it, and now every time he sees you smile, hears you laugh, feels your arms around his shoulders, it steels him to be strong. He promised you a long time ago, when you were both young and naive, that he would give you as much of the world as he could. He would try to show you as much of it as he could, that he would be your wings. He promised that as long as he was living, he would protect you. Not only that, he would give you a future together, at the end of all of this madness, if you wanted it. He wanted to spend his life with you. He promised if you wanted that, he would give it to you.

He wants so badly to fulfill that promise. He wants so badly to give you that life, because he’s known you for years and yet every time he sees you, his heart skips a beat. Every morning he gets to wake up next to you, he knows he is home. He can’t lose you to a simple training accident.

He can’t lose you because you stumbled and missed. Something that was so you in its nature. One mistake can’t be what does you in.

The door of the infirmary squeaks open, and it breaks Levi from his reverie. Hange leans out, smiling.

“Loverboy! She’s awake!”

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“Hey, sleepyhead. Wake up.”

The sound of his voice rouses you awake. It really could never get old to you. You’ve always been the one to oversleep, exhaustion coming easily to you, causing him to be the one to wake you most of the time. He was quite the insomniac, after all.

This morning was a little different. A kiss to your hairline roused you into wakefulness, and he sheepishly requested you to clear any plans you may have had, apologizing that he didn’t warn you earlier. A surprise, he claimed it was under the guise of. Luckily, today was an off day from training, and you had no plans other than a nice day of staying in your room and finishing some reading. Thus, the two of you set off on horseback, Levi telling you to close your eyes on the way there.

This wasn’t too hard for you. The rhythmic pace of the horse and the sun warming your skin ever so slightly were a deadly mixture, and it didn’t take you too long to be completely consumed by sleep. Eventually, he awakens you (quite rudely with the name calling, you think), and you open your eyes.

And then open them wider; for what a sight there is before you.

Soft green grass spanning so far the wall ahead of you is almost a blur. The sky is blue, so blue, and clouds sparsely dot the sky. But even better (and you think you see Levi smile at this, just flittingly), birds, as far as the eye can see. Wings out, leisurely gliding wherever the wind took them. Your smile is enormous. You have loved birds ever since being a child in the Underground. You so badly wanted to fly like them. When Isabel had first joined your little group, you remember, you had bonded over the sentiment. The want, the need, to fly.

“How did you find this?” You turned around, the wonder prominent in your voice.

His eyes widen ever so slightly, taking you in, then soften. Beautiful, like this, he thinks. But he shrugs nonchalantly. “Had to ride through here on an expedition a couple weeks ago. There were lots of birds that day too. I just…figured you would enjoy it.”

You grab his hand, and move to sit the two of you down on the grass. He hesitates briefly (“the grass is gonna stain my pants, you idiot”), but eventually assents and moves to let you lay your head on his chest. “You’ve gone soft,” you murmur, and he squeezes your hand. This is a way only the two of you can be. Laying in the grass on a bright and beautiful day, watching the birds fly overhead. His hand in yours, legs intertwined, his lips to your temple, forehead, jaw. Feather-light kisses, the tickle making you laugh. The sunlight on his skin, you think, makes him look so beautiful.

You wish you could stay that way, forever, the two of you. Live in these small moments, however fleeting they are. Your eyelids are heavy as he shifts and carries you back to the horse, placing you in front of him to sleep on the way home. Once in place, he places a chaste kiss to your head.

He speaks honeyed words whispered in your ear, reserved only for you. You sleep peacefully the entirety of the ride home.

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Soft rain hits the window gently, a quiet metronome as you open your eyes. Your lids are heavy as you blink them. Once. Twice. Once again. The room is dark save for the almost unnatural gray glow streaming through the window, the dawn giving way to stormy morning skies. You grumble quietly.

Not great weather for an expedition day, huh?

The sheets are still warm, heat trapped in by the sturdy arms wrapped tightly around your waist. That, at least, gives you a semblance of peace. The morning feels…odd. You can’t quite place your finger on it. Perhaps, it’s the weather. Perhaps a gut feeling. You’re shaken by your reverie from a shift and a groan as the figure beside you starts to wake.

The rain continues its onslaught, picking up only slightly as he leans his head into your shoulder.

You feel his breath in the crook of your neck as he whispers “be safe today, please.”

The very nature of it, this morning, at least, takes you aback. It feels like a plea from him, tumbling from his lips. It feels wrong, misplaced. Humanity’s Strongest begging something of you.

Perhaps he could see it in you as he blinks his eyes into wakefulness. See through you, like he normally does. Perhaps he can sense the fear you have, radiating through the sheets you two currently share. Something feels different today. You’re taking your room in, this feeling in, this morning moment in, like it’s a snapshot. Trying to commit it all to memory.

It was an abnormal assignment, you think, to be placed right flank as a scout. You were far more used to being placed closer to the center of the formation. It’s not as if you’ve never done this before.

It feels different today. The very air you breathe feels heavy.

“You know me well enough by now, Levi. I will be alright. You worry too much.” You feel him scrunch his nose slightly at this, the grip from behind you tightening. “I know you better than you know yourself by now,” he retorts, brows tightening a bit. You laugh lightly at this.

“That you do,” you quip back easily, flipping around to kiss between his brow. He tries to swat you away, feigning annoyance at not being fully awake enough yet, but he doesn’t fight back.

“You have to be vigilant of your surroundings,” he mutters, “Promise me? Look at me and promise me. You rely on the people around you, don’t take on anything alone if you don’t have to. Just, be safe . Please.”

This feels wrong.

The pleas. This feels wrong.

You muster up a smile, trying to look convincing. “I’m not stupid. I’ll be aware of my surroundings. It’ll be fine.” You try to be convincing. To him and you. He looks at you a second longer, scrutinizing. And then, with a light kiss to your temple, and then your jaw, he moves to ready himself for the day ahead.

Perhaps, you’re not convincing enough. You couldn’t convince yourself. And try as you might, you couldn’t shake the feeling. All you really wanted was to stay in bed, to stay warm, with him beside you and not a care in the world beyond the small room you shared.

Maybe you should have just stayed in bed, you thought.

Yeah. Maybe you should have just stayed in bed.

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Maybe you should have just stayed in bed, he thinks.

It’s all coming back to him now. In this moment, desperate like he’s never been desperate before, it comes back to him.

The moment the report comes to him that almost the entirety of the right flank was wiped out, he is already moving. He doesn’t know exactly when he employed his ODM gear, but he’s soaring through the sky now, and his eyes are scanning the ground, scanning the trees, every possible surface he could find.

You couldn’t be too far off, right? You were in the inner right flank, at that, shouldn’t he have heard something? Seen a signal flare? Anything?

He lands, and the ground is more red than it is green. His eyes narrow, and he breaths a shaky breath.

He isn’t one to believe in a higher power. He isn’t a religious man. But in this moment, he asks the universe to please, just be kind to him. Just this once.

And the universe laughs.

Because there you are. He almost slides to you, the ground being so slick with blood and earlier rainfall. His pants are stained. He briefly thinks to himself in this haze he’s in if those stains will ever come out. He’s pulled your head into his lap and you blink and manage to smile. It's a miracle you're still alive, but you thank whatever higher power may be that the last thing you get to see is his face. Those beautiful grey eyes, reflecting the skies above you. You think if the day were nicer, maybe you would see birds in the sky. You know now, all these years later, you finally got your shot to fly. Levi. He’s still saved you, every day.

“I fought..like an idiot. I missed.” You sigh out. You see Levi swallow hard. A stupid mistake and this is the cost. Just like that time in training, when he was so scared he might lose you. It’s not just a gash on your head this time, though. The ground contains more of your blood now than your own body. You cough, red flecks coating Levi’s face, and his eyes are wide. He knows, and you know. There isn’t much time now.

“I’ve loved you since that first day. Since that day you saved my life.” He makes a choked sound at this. He holds back his pleas of asking you to just stop talking, that you'll be alright, that he'll get you help. His unspoken 'I can still save you' dies on his tongue as you continue. “And all I’ve wanted since that day was to give you my everything. I’m sorry…I’m sure I didn’t tell you enough.” You breath in, out, in. The sound is becoming more flighty by the minute.

Maybe now. Maybe now you can actually fly. Like the birds you so desperately wanted to imitate in your youth.

“Listen to me. Stop it. Stay.” He’s begging now. “I promised you so much more than this. I promised you…” His voice breaks, and he’s sobbing now. “Why didn’t you listen to me!” This morning, when he had told you to not act like an idiot, to be safe. You had laughed him off, told him it would be alright. Now you’re bleeding out in his arms, the sound of your breathing turning into nothing more than raspy wheezing.

In. Out. In. Out. Nothing.

The rise and fall of your chest ceases.

And the world stops, just for a moment.

And suddenly you’re out of his lap, and he’s desperately, frantically trying to put your heartbeat back in your chest, where it belongs. With every compression, he’s pleading with the universe to give you back, and he’s pleading with you to just wake up. He knows it’s foolish. He knows that you’re gone now, he watched the light fade from your eyes. The only thing that comes is a steady stream of blood out of your mouth with every compression. This, this is torture, he realizes. This world is cruel, and it offered him a solitary gift, let him fall in love, and then consequentially stole it from him.

So he screams. He screams until his throat is hoarse, and he can’t scream anymore. His vision is blurry, and he realizes its tears. All he can do is helplessly cry as he cradles you, cold, in his arms. Cry for the one person he vowed he would keep safe, unmoving in his lap. He was tired; tired of the losing, friends and comrades. You were the light, all he had left to keep him moving forward.

When he returns home, the bed will be cold, cold like the unnatural temperature of your skin as he held you one final time. It comes to him that he wishes he could wake up now. He wishes this was all a bad dream.

But it’s not.

There’s no waking up this time.

You should have just stayed in bed.

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