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hairmetal666 · 1 year

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Eddie's at a party, lunch box in tow, and he's making a fucking killing.

He sets up shop in the crowded kitchen, but that doesn't stop him from spotting King Steve in the living room. Harrington's face is still fucked up from the fight with Hargrove, and he's tipping a cup almost vertically into his mouth. He's not too surprised when--the next time he spots the jock--he has a can of beer in each fist.

More customers flood up to him, and he can't help but be a little grateful for the distraction. Harrington is one unrequited crush he just can't kick.

Lunch box cleaned out, Eddie heads outside for a smoke. He's fishing his cigarettes out of his jacket pocket when he hears a snuffling sort of shuffle that sends his heart racing.

He edges forward, just enough to make out the heap of a person half-heartedly sitting up against the house. A person in fitted blue jeans, tight polo, and Member's Only jacket; swoop of chestnut hair catching in the flash of fire from Eddie's Zippo.

"Harrington?"

The guy startles, stability wavering, eyes blinking too much. "Munson?"

"You alright, man?" He asks, though he can already tell that Steve is most definitely not.

Steve shrugs. "Why do you care?" It's not mean, sounds genuinely curious.

Eddie gets it. He has no reason on earth to show concern about King Steve. In answer, he taps his boot against Steve's sneaker, giving him a small smile. "Not sure. But I'm here, so..."

"Just needed some air. Clear my head."

"How much have you had to drink?" Eddie asks.

"One or two,"

"Dozen?"

Steve laughs. "You're funny. Has anyone ever told you that?"

"I've heard," Eddie says, can't help but laugh a little too. "Wanna talk about what's going on?"

Eddie thinks that'll be a "no," but then: "Nancy dumped me."

"Yeah, big news."

"Ugh, people are talking about it?" Steve whines. It's really cute and Eddie hates himself for noticing. Hates himself more when Steve loses his balance, tips onto Eddie's shoulder, and Eddie doesn't tip him back.

Eddie can tell that Steve isn't fully with him anymore. He's a little afraid to leave the guy alone, so Eddie talks about the latest Hellfire campaign. Sober Steve Harrington probably has no idea what dnd is, but the drunk version is kind of a rapt audience.

He's just explaining about owlbears when Steve's voice, soft and sad, says "I just want someone to love me, you know?"

The admission renders Eddie speechless for a second, his chest fucking aching for the jock. He says "Oh, Stevie," knows he sounds too sad, is sure of it when Steve's nose wrinkles (it's cute; it's so fucking cute. Eddie hates himself for noticing).

Before he can backtrack, Steve slumps over, body going limp as he passes out. "Jesus H Christ," Eddie barks.

With a heavy sigh, and way too much fondness, Eddie stands. "Let's get you home, sweetheart."

He gathers Harrington up in his arms--dude is heavy--and carries him around to his van.

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Steve wakes up, head throbbing and tongue fuzzy, with no idea how he got home and into bed. Can't really recall anything after he stumbled outside, aside from talking to Eddie Munson. But maybe that was a dream? Either way, he's home, not really any worse for wear. It's enough to let him forget all about it; what's one drunken party in a life full of them?

That Wednesday, he opens his locker after the final bell, and a Hershey bar falls out. He picks it up, flipping it over to see a note on the foil wrapping, "thought you might need something sweet to cheer you up." It's not signed, and Steve slips it into his backpack, knowing he's got a silly smile on his handsome face.

The little gifts continue to show up once or twice a week. Candy, plastic vending machine toys, sketches of the school grounds, caricatures of classmates and teachers. Sometimes they even come with a note in handwriting he doesn't recognize.

Along with the little treats, he starts seeing Eddie Munson kind of everywhere. And it's not like Steve hadn't seen him before--guy was hard to miss--but he was never around this often. Wasn't around this often and he and Steve had never shared a smile, a quick bob of the head, a quiet hello.

It isn't long before they're talking. Nothing much, nothing serious. Complaining about teachers, about classmates; sharing weekend plans. Only now Steve can't pretend to not notice the way Eddie dimples up when he smiles, the subtle muscles that bunch under the sleeves of his Hellfire Club shirt, the long litheness of his legs. Steve knows he's attracted to other guys, it's just that he didn't realize he'd be attracted to Eddie.

The gifts keep coming. Once, he opens his locker to find a plastic ring fashioned into a golden crown and a note that says, "made me think of you, Stevie." There's something about the "Stevie" that catches deep in his brain, but he can't make it connect to anything.

A few months later, Steve opens his locker and pulls out a drawing. This one--it's of him. He's gazing out into space in a way that managers to be dreamy and wistful. The Steve in the drawing is lovely, and it makes something clench deep in his gut, that someone sees him like this.

Steve tries to be more aware of the people in his surroundings, to figure out who his admirer is. He's not very good at it, even as more sketches of him--all depicting him as a gorgeous, ethereal thing he definitely isn't--show up in his locker. Especially when, so often these days, the person he sees the most is Eddie.

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The presents in his locker continue into April, and would probably last until the end of the school year, but Steve's got a migraine starting. He keeps aspirin in his locker, gets a hall pass out of English to get some.

When he reaches his locker, though, someone is already there, with the door open. Someone in ripped black jeans, heavy black boots, a black leather jacket, and patch covered denim vest.

"Munson?" He asks. His heart beats so hard it reverberates in his ears, making it hard to hear.

Eddie jumps back, hands fluttering, face flushing bright red. "Ste--Harrington! I--uh--," he's backing up, his hands held out from his body, like he's pushing Steve away even though they aren't touching.

"Were you--?" Steve tries to ask, but the words won't quite come. There's familiar warmth low in his stomach, a twisting that has nothing to do with his impending migraine.

"I wasn't doing anything, I swear," Eddie says. He's breathing hard, eyes too bright, and Steve thinks he might be about to cry, but then the metalhead is turning away, starting to run.

"Eddie, wait!" Steve calls, chasing after him without much thought. "Please!"

Eddie doesn't stop until after they've crashed out one of the side exits, are alone outside.

"It was you? Leaving the--?"

Eddie nods, presses his hands to his eyes. "Sorry, I'm sorry, Harrington. I just--"

"Don't be sorry," Steve begs. "It's been--I liked it."

"Even now that you know they're coming from the freak?" Eddie spits. He still hides his face behind his hands.

"It's sort of been the best part of my year, if I'm being honest."

Only now does the metalhead remove his hands, blink back at Steve, dark eyes wide with shock. "Really?"

"Yeah. It made me feel-- important, I guess? Like, maybe someone saw me as something more than King Steve."

Eddie smiles now, looks down at the pavement. "I just didn't want you to think that you weren't--" he stops then, presses his mouth tight.

"Didn't want me to think what?"

"That you weren't loved, Stevie."

The statement hangs between them, Eddie's face pinking again, as the words wrap their way around Steve's heart. Loved. That he's loved. It clenches at every part of him, and he surrounds himself with the truth of it, what all those little presents were saying without words.

"Eddie, I--" he's overwhelmed by the gesture, the meaning, the reciprocal buzz in his chest, because Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson, loves him, and this fact is turning Steve's world on it's head in the best way.

"I'm sorry, Steve, really. Please don't hate me, or--or--"

"It means so much to me," Steve says, his voice a little broken. He reaches a hand out, slow, telegraphing the movement. "Can I?" He whispers.

Eddie nods, and Steve strokes the skin of his face with his thumb. "Thank you."

The metalhead nods, leaning into Steve's touch, they shift close, until their foreheads meet, until they share the same air. They stand that way for a while, long enough that they hear the bell ringing, and only then does Steve break their quiet. "Eds?"

"Yeah, Stevie?"

"You wanna hangout some time?"

Eddie laughs. "Yeah. I really, really do, sweetheart."

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #ficlet #one shot #secret admirer #fluff #a tiny bit of angst #friends to lovers #feelings realization #feelings confession #pining eddie munson #oblivious steve harrington #mutual crushes #high school au #eddie is in love with steve

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startanewdream · 11 months

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"Harry... and Ginny."

A happy squeal. "Yes."

"Ginny and Harry."

"Yes."

"My best friend and—"

"Your best sister." The giggle turns into a snort, but Hermione is past caring. She was right, despite Harry's throw away comments and Ginny's insistence that they were just friends—Hermione had seen that from afar.

And, yes, she is also happy for them.

Ron blinks. "Did you know?"

"That Harry was going to come here, Ginny would jump into his arms, and they would snog in front of everyone? Well, no. But that they had feelings for each other... it was obvious."

"It bloody wasn't—a guy has no warning—why didn't you tell me?"

"Because you turn a Welsh Dragon whenever you think someone might fancy your sister."

Ron's ears turn pink. "Well, I'm her big brother, someone needs to—but anyway, it's Harry. He wouldn't, you know—"

"Mistreat Ginny?" She smirks. "I'm pretty sure Harry is treating her very well right now."

"No, stop it, I don't want—seeing once was more than enough—"

"I don't think you only see it once."

"Ugh—why are you being mean?"

She sobers up. "I'm not." She pulls him close to the table with drinks, urging Ron to accept a butterbeer. "I just think you should prepare yourself. And I know Harry, he was nervous around you as it was."

"Me? Why?"

"Ron... you are 'her big brother'. Welsh Dragon? Almost jinxed Dean?"

"It was Dean. He wasn't good enough."

"Oh, keep talking like that and it's Ginny who you should worry about, not Harry."

"Even Ginny agrees that Dean is a git now."

"The only thing Ginny agrees with is that you have no business in her romantic life—right? You are not giving Harry the older brother talk, are you?"

"I will?" His eyes widen. "Oh, Merlin's butt, I should, shouldn't I? It's Harry—"

"Your best friend, exactly! Don't give him a hard time—Harry's had a crush on Ginny for ages now—"

"I won't give him a hard time." Ron frowns. "I may have been blind to Harry crushing on my sister, but I saw how they looked."

"And how it was?"

"Happy," says Ron simply. "Ginny is that bright spot of sunshine when she wants, okay, nothing unusual, but Harry—he was beaming. I never saw him like that, not on his first Quidditch match, nor when Gryffindor won the cup. It was almost weird."

Hermione sighs. "Yeah... After everything—I am so thrilled for them."

"Me too," he agrees, then Ron blinks. "Me too." He coughs. "That's not to say I am not going to have a little talk with Harry—"

"Ron..."

"But away from Ginny's ears. Just in case."

She grins. "Smart."

(a prequel to this)

#hbp missing moment #i don't even know where this came from #Hinny

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formulawonu · 2 years

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seventeen & drunk conversations

prompt: how svt would be in drunk conversations

a/n: hi i'm back and got kinda carried away... tag yourselves i'm a combination of woozi and lee chan 🤠

seungcheol: "i love you i love you i love you" "SAY IT BACK WTH" gets all pouty dkxhsjhb would also attempt to talk to you seriously about whatever is going on with your life <//3 big believer of a drunk persons words are a sober persons thoughts

jeonghan: "ha i knew u were a lightweight" "bet u can't take one more shot" DEADASS what an enabler u both would already be drunk and he'd still be challenging u to drink more. the competitiveness just jumps out i guess???? but it would be a fun night. 50% chance of tears if the mood is right

joshua: stopppppp he'd be holding ur hand or leaning his head on ur shoulder i know u all saw that tipsy dingo live. he'd probably also just be muttering stuff under his breath or singing along to whatever song is in the background he is my king of sitting pretty wherever and whenever he'd also be making sure ur ok

junhui: im sorry this man is in a whole other different dimension. u would THINK ur talking to him then realize mid sentence that he is just.....not there... he would probably think he's having a conversation with u but actually it was all just happening in his head and he was really just staring into the distance zoned out irl fml

hoshi: "yo yo yo listen to me im not drunk i actually love you" "IM BEING SERIOUS IM NOT DRUNK I LOVE UR PRESENCE IN MY LIFE?!?!?!?!?" everyone knows hes drunk. even he knows hes drunk. does it matter? no. he would also actually try to have a deep n heartfelt conversation with u:( pls value the mans drunk words they actually mean a lot and come from the heart :/

wonwoo: ok depending on the vibe he either gets even more quiet or hes literally just laughing at everything im gonna cry diusfkghjfj,cm (sorry that was my bias talking) like if it's a drinking situation where deep conversations are happening he's probably really internalizing everything going on and paying attention to whoever is speaking so he really remembers the moment but if its a fun drinking time he's 100% laughing at whoever tf is acting up and throwing sum jokes in here and there:/ HES TRYING HIS BEST OKAY

woozi: yeaaaaaaaa we got our resident sentimental drunk here 🤠 like he's kinda like wonwoo in the sense that he's really basking in the moment and noticing every detail about what's happening and who he's with but he's really just... a soft guy when he's drunk i think he'd be the type to take out his phone in the middle of the night to just write about how he feels/drunk thoughts in his notes just so he could think abt it when he's sober or potentially get inspiration from it :( brings up nice past memories n all... LEE JIHOON I LOVE YOU

minghao: he's just giggling the entire time and maybe just a lil more snarky... "sorry? did u say something? i couldn't hear u over the shot i poured out for u that u didn't take" would also initiate several group toasts and takes pics of u/whoever he's with to capture the moment. becomes more vocal abt his feelings in general actually. would 10/10 want to get drunk with minghao

mingyu: hes a flirty drunk stop it rn. opens all ur bottles/cans for u and hands it back to u with a wink, takes shots for u, has his arm draped across ur seat.... HES JUST NATURALLY LIKE THAT OK PHYSICAL TOUCH IS HIS LOVE LANGUAGE :/ its just even more pronounced when hes intoxicated. asks u ever so often if ur ok if u need water :/ "i'll take the shot for u just remember u owe me something" MOVE!!!!!!!!! but he's v receptive of u and that translates in how caring he is... ugh what a man

seokmin: byeeeee hes also so touchy. hes showering u with kisses and hugs. "i actually LOVE you though!!!!!! return my love!!!!" ur in for a long night if u put him and hoshi together. im being serious good luck. but he's suddenly down to do anything now - cook a feast? go night swimming? karaoke? he's ur guy. would not stop letting u know how much he appreciates and loves u:/ romantic or not:/ if hes sweet sober hes even more drunk:(

seungkwan: omfg he nags at u so much "ANOTHER SHOT?? REALLY???" "WHY ARE U ASSUMING I WANT TO TAKE ANOTHER SHOT" then takes the shot anyway lmao he'd be easier to fool into doing smth stupid to make everyone laugh bec he just wants good vibes n good memories :/ and he's even more doting on whoever he's with like he would 100% get u water and u could trust him with anything. my dream wingman for real he would know how ur feeling and how the night is going without any words needed. he is ESSENTIAL

vernon: he's the one finishing all of the snacks on the table while everyone is talking. he is pure vibes. nodding his head to whatever music is playing in the background and listening to the conversations going on. inputs here and there but hes happier going with whatever vibe is of the night. great person to have beside u imo if u wanna go crazy he'll jump with u if u wanna sit down and talk he'll do that too. might even share a cig with u if the mood calls for it. vernon is on my night out dream team as well

dino: THE LIFE OF THE PARTY!!!! like he doesn't even ask to be it -- he just naturally draws attention and everyone loves playing with him jiskfdhrkd "guys ive literally been the only one taking shots this isnt fair" "WHAT DO U MEAN I LOST THE GAME I HAVENT PLAYED" but he just goes with it because he wants a good time. however as the night progresses and the group gets smaller n smaller he starts becoming serious lee chan and tries to heart to heart with whoever is there. :/ he has a lot of valuable thoughts to let out so whoever is with him pls LISTEN!

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blurblurdeactivated · 2 years

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▬❝ i love you. ❞

kinktober; day 1, praise kink ⟶ [soldier boy x fem!reader] // kinktober taglist

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, explicit content obvi, swearing, p in v sex, praise kink, slight degradation, use of 'slut'

kinktober masterlist - day 2, thigh riding, ft. matt murdock

He was already fucking you to the edge of sanity. Long past the point of cognitive thought, all you could do was dig your nails into his back, ankles already locked around his waist, moaning for him like it was your life’s purpose. It was hard to comprehend Soldier Boy continuously slamming himself in your sopping cunt any harder or any faster than he was already. And it wasn’t as if you intended to set him off. You didn’t even think about them, the words falling from your lips before you could catch them.

“God, I love you.”

He hadn’t been quiet before, but the sinful groan he let out as you spoke was distinctly different from his previous grunts and expletives. He snapped his hips into yours just that bit quicker too. The practised, consistent thrust of his hips that made your rationality drip out of your pussy was replaced by him stuffing his thick cock into you with fierce abandon. Sobering slightly, you became acutely aware of just how much raw strength he was holding back.

“Again,” he growled, calloused fingers digging into the meat of your waist, “say it again.”

“I- ugh, I love you.” He was the only thing you could feel. Hot, hard, fast. Everywhere. “Ah, fuck, Ben. I love you.” Nothing had ever made you feel like this. No one ever would again. He reached the innermost depths of you, again, again, again. He fucked himself into you without restraint for the first time. Desperate to keep up this new ferocity of his, you said anything that crossed your mind.

“You feel so fucking good.”

“Oh God, Ben, please.”

“I love you so much, holy fuck, I love you so much.”

“Don’t stop, baby, never stop.”

“All I need, Ben, you’re all I need.”

“Perfect, you’re fucking perfect.”

“I love you. I love you. I love you.”

You didn’t even have time to comprehend how close you were before you were pushed off that glorious peak and were tumbling into heaven. Every muscle in your body tensed, you laced your arms around his neck tighter, pulling yourself as close to him as possible, whimpering pathetically in his ear as he fucked you through your orgasm.

“Jesus, sweetheart,” he groaned, “squeezing me like fucking vice. I’m gonna fucking cum.”

“Give it to me, Ben,” you whined, voice higher than normal, “I love you so much, fucking fill me up. Please, please, please. I love you. I love you.”

Sinking into your cunt one final time, as deep as he could, he pressed his forehead against yours as he came. If you weren’t already utterly cock-drunk, the sound he made as he finished inside you would’ve pushed you over the edge yet again. “Fucking hell, sweetheart,” he said as he held you beneath him a while longer, just soaking up the feeling of your warmth around his length.

“Uh-huh,” you mumbled, dropping your head to his shoulder as you regained your breath.

“Was I that perfect?” he mocked, composure intact, unlike yours, “Did I fuck you stupid? You were already a dumb slut before, can’t imagine you could get any dumber.”

"Hhhhnh," you grumbled into his flesh. Choosing not to take his jabs to heart you pressed a kiss to his neck, the salt of his skin on your lips. "Love you," you slurred. You felt him twitch inside you before he pulled out with a groan. You hissed at the sudden emptiness.

His lips found your forehead, placing a scratchy kiss there before moving to kiss your lips.

"Love you too, doll."

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a/n: okay so ik i'm like a couple of days behind oop but i totally forgot abt kinktober and i've wanted to do it ever since i started reading smut and writing fanfic so ig this year is my year :)) idk if i'll finish it but i have my plan so i hope so, and who better to start w than soldier boy himself!!!

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hirokari · 1 year

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stupid, stupid face.

p: huang renjun x gn!reader | wc: 0.9k | g: roommate au, best friends to lovers, sliiiight angst, fluff | cw: brief mention of alcohol consumption | a/n: and they were roomates :0 js wanted to finish a short draft ^^

"I have no idea why you're acting like this right now,"

"He was too close, I didn't like him-"

"You don't even know him!"

It's a quarter past 1 in the morning, you and Renjun had just arrived at your shared apartment. Maybe you both had a little too much to drink, but this argument alone was enough to sober you both back.

"So what if I don't know him? It was so obvious he had other motives than just to hug you. Ugh, I could just punch his stupid face. Who the hell just hugs randomly, anyway?"

"Um, you, maybe? Or Haechan-"

"Hyuck is Hyuck! I know him."

Tired, you let out an exasperated sigh, dropping your shoes. "Look, Jun, I'm tired and extremely drained, so why don't we just head to bed, yeah?"

There's a sour look on Renjun's face, and you know he won't let this conversation end just like that. Though he clearly has a lot more to say, he follows behind you bitterly, stalking right after you into the living room.

"Look, Renjun," You say in a soft voice, which makes Renjun's head spin a little (but he'd rather blame it on the alcohol), "If it matters any amount to you, I genuinely don't think we'll see him again. Even if we do, I doubt I'll remember him."

"But... it hasn't been just him. It wasn't just tonight."

Puzzled, you stop in your tracks, turning around to look at him. "I don't understand-- there were other times?"

The look on Renjun's face suggests that he said something he shouldn't have. Wiping a hand across his face, he pauses— as if contemplating something— eyes searching for yours, then looking away when they meet.

"Renjun, what is it? What are you trying to say?" You ask, hand wrapping around his free wrist.

Your roommate is not the type of person to keep things from you-- you assume it's because he doesn't bother the effort, but really it's because he feels he can tell you everything-- so whatever he has to hide, it's something he hides from everyone.

Correction: it's something so obvious to everyone... except you.

"Renjun," You say, voice slightly upbraiding. At that, he folds. The boy holds his hands up in a sign of defeat, "Fine, fine! But what I'm about to tell you is frankly crazy, and I need you to stay calm. Stay calm!"

"You stay calm!"

"I'm trying!"

You really, really don't understand. What could possibly be so bad to the point where the cool-headed, calm Renjun that doesn't give a shit about his roommate does acts as stressed as he is now?

Renjun collects his thoughts and breathes slow, still letting you hold his wrist because believe it or not, it is giving him the slightest bit of comfort. He shifts his hand, fitting it into yours as he finally builds up the courage to look back at you.

"Y/N, the past year of being your roommate can't compare to what I've experienced the past 20 years of my life. It's really... ridiculous how much of my life you can change-- or did change." As he explains, Renjun can't help the small bashful smile that tugs on his lips when he sees you visibly stunned (in a good way).

"You've gone... on a lot of dates. And I've watched you come back every night. Sometimes you aren't really that fazed, and you're more excited to watch a movie or share a plate of take-out pasta with me than you are about the date. And, I guess, you gave me hope.

Hope for any chance that I am, by any means, better than the guys you've been seeing. And then you leave for another date on another night and I'm left in this really, really empty apartment feeling really, really lonely." The boy lets out exasperated huffs, fervent about the topic-- as if he'd been rehearsing this before.

Renjun looks straight into your eyes: but it's more than that. He looks past your flaws and sees your soul, raw and pure; he looks at the memories you'd shared with him in this small apartment, none of them a dull moment; he looks at all the stupid ideas you'd shared together about decorating the walls with graffiti, or hanging gummy worms up on the ceiling fan.

"Bottom line is: I'm insanely in love with you, Y/N," Says Renjun in a slight laugh, nervous and fidgety.

"What?" Your hands slip out of his, and his stomach falls. "Are you- are you serious?" Your voice suggests a small tone of relief, but you don't dare show it in the fear of this being some huge prank. But Renjun nods slowly, eyes growing more wary at the lack of a definitive answer from you.

"Renjun, the reason I've been going to all those dates was to get my mind off... of you."

The boy's eyes widen, mouth falling agape as he leans forward, taking your hands in his in a tight grip. "Are you kidding? Please don't tell me you're kidding."

"I'm not kidding, are you kidding?"

"I'm not!"

You stare at him for a moment, and he stares back. You search for any sign of facade or fraud, but you're left with your beaming roommate who stares back at you, a smile slowly growing on his lips. It's inevitable, the handful of laughter you both erupt into.

Falling into his arms, you both welcome each other in a warm embrace, your arms wrapping around his abdomen as you tuck your head into his shoulder, hot breaths fanning his neck as you let out another string of light laughter with him.

Renjun supposes he owes that guy tonight-- whatever his name was, he can't care enough to remember-- a thank you, and a good punch in his stupid, stupid face.

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kpop-kitkat · 1 year

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Partying | Kim Jungwoo

pairing | boyfriend!kim jungwoo x f!reader

genre/cw | angst, fluff, explicit language, sexual themes, alcohol, teenagers/young adults partying, slight possessive behavior, crying, happy ending

wc | 1.2k

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Y/n nearly tripped over her own feet as she danced to the party music, highly influenced by alcohol.

“I’m so glad you came! It would’ve been boring without you,” her friend Sana explained, also a bit tipsy.

”Oh my gosh, right?!” Y/n laughed, bumping into a stranger and muttering a quick drunken apology.

“You know,” their third, non-intoxicated friend Jeongyeon, began. “Your boyfriend is going to kill you.”

”That’s funny,” Y/n replied, hardly understanding what she said.

”Jungwoo literally told you not to come, you said it yourself!” Jeongyeon crossed her arms.

”Did I?” Y/n raised an eyebrow. “Who cares about him anyway? I’m having the time of my life without him,” she giggled.

“Your funeral,” Jeongyeon rolled her eyes before going to talk with her boyfriend.

“Don’t listen to her. Just enjoy yourself,” Sana reassured. “Jungwoo can’t always have you to himself.”

Kim Jungwoo. While slightly overprotective of his girlfriend, he had common sense. He told Y/n not to go out when he left, because they had been in an argument, and he knew how she loved to drink her problems away. And why not go to the party? She could hurt herself, or worse, be hurt by other men. And the thought of that possibility infuriated Jungwoo with every single fiber in his body.

Of course Y/n was stubborn and a bit of a brat, so she did it anyway. Her sober self would’ve regretted ever coming here and left for home, but she’d had a bit too much to drink by now.

”Attention everyone! My parents are getting home in two hours, so let’s clean up and sober up! Get home when you can, and please don’t drive drunk!” Announced Doyoung, the host of the party.

”Ugh, I was about to play beer pong,” Sana poured, leaning on Y/n’s shoulder.

”Me too,” Y/n whined.

”Omg you two,” she facepalmed. “Just chug water and take a hot shower upstairs. You both need it. I’ll drive y’all back,” Jeongyeon ordered. Being the oldest of the three, she felt it was her responsibility as an unnie to care for her younger friends.

With hesitation, the two complied.

Y/n had to admit, the warm water on her skin felt absolutely incredible. But something was missing. Ah, Jungwoo. He joined her in the shower every chance he got. What would he think of her now?

Even after chugging thirty ounces of water, the alcohol still affected her. And while she was too drunk to walk properly or drive, she was sober enough to come to her senses. “I really messed up.”

”I know,” Jeongyeon, laughed, throwing some clothes at her friend, who only wore a bath towel around her body. “Put these on. Sana is already down stairs. Be quick please,” she said, going downstairs.

Y/n quickly put on the shorts and t-shirt before following Jeongyeon downstairs.

“Jungwoo is going to kill me,” she whispered to herself, making her way towards the front door, where Jeongyeon and Sana had already exited.

”You got that right,” a chilling, familiar voice replied.

Y/n squinted her eyes to see him, on the other side of the room. “Jungwoo?”

”The one and only.”

”Jungwoo I-“

”Shut your fucking mouth and get in the car. We’re going home,” Jungwoo growled. Jungwoo never cussed, unless he was angry. He must’ve been very much so.

She hung her head and complied, going out of the front door and getting into the passenger seat of Jungwoo’s car.

When he got into the driver’s seat, he slammed the door angrily, scaring Y/n. And his silence scared her even more.

”Baby-“

”I don’t want to hear it,” Jungwoo interrupted, eyes focused on the road.

”But I-“

”Shut the fuck up or I’m dumping your ass on the side of the road!” He yelled, eyes now focused on her and they were stopped at a red light.

Her eyes stung with tears as she sunk into her seat and hid her face from her boyfriend. She made an audible sniffing sound, and Jungwoo tried to convince himself he didn’t care. But he did. His girlfriend was sorry, guilty, and regretful. And when she cried, his heart cried with her.

”I’m sorry,” she whispered, arms hugging her legs.

Jungwoo remained silent. What did he have to say anyway?

Y/n didn’t have to look up to know he pulled into their apartment’s driveway. And once the car was no longer running, she opened her door and went up two flights of stairs to their apartment door. With the keys in her hands, she unlocked the door and made her way to the couch, plopping onto it and continuing to cry. How could she ever do something like this?

Jungwoo sighed as he heard her sobs as she locked the door behind him. He debated going to bed or talking with her. He ultimately decided on the latter.

”What made you think you could go out drinking with your friends without my permission?” He asked angrily.

”I don’t know,” she sniffed.

”You don’t know?!” He yelled. “Look at me Y/n!”

She looked up from the couch and saw the anger in his eyes. Fear overtook her senses. She had never seen him like this in their two years of dating.

”You could’ve been hurt! How do I know you’re safe when I’m not there to protect you? How do I know you’re not in some other guy’s arms struggling for your fucking life? What if you,” he paused, panting. “What if I found out when I got home, that my girlfriend got herself killed because we had a stupid little argument a couple hours before?”

Y/n couldn’t blame anyone but herself now. He was right. And he really did care about her. He wouldn’t have said those things if he didn’t.

“Look baby,” he sighed, crouching down beside her to move some hair from her face. “I love you. I need you safe. I can’t just let you go party with your friends when I can’t protect you,” he explained.

She got choked up on her tears as she nodded. “I won’t do it again.”

”You better not.”

Y/n’s trembling body was warmed when Jungwoo wrapped his arms around her in an embrace. “I’m sorry I yelled at you,” he said quietly, kissing the top of her head. “I’ll always love you. No matter what you do. I can never stop.”

He moved away just enough to place a sweet kiss on her lips. “You still taste like alcohol,” he mumbled against her lips, and he couldn’t help but smile.

”Are you still mad at me?” Y/n smirked as he wouldn’t stop chasing after her lips.

”Not really,” he replied, licking her bottom lip.

”You know, we could just go to the bedroom,” she whispered tugging at his shirt. But she pouted when he pulled away.

”This is your punishment for getting drunk around other men, darling,” he smirked.

”Please?”

”Maybe tomorrow,” he smiled, pecking her lips once more before getting off the couch. “Plus, you probably need to be able to walk tomorrow. You know, for that exam you’ve been worrying about for ages?”

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Horizon Forbidden West: Erend's Flashpoint - Choices and Consequences

I couldn't find anything about this in detail anywhere online, so I decided to make my own post.

Transcription:

"Now, after the battle at the spire... When you took off? You left without so much as a handshake! I mean, people like me, we fought and bled at your side, Aloy and you just... disappear? What kind of person does that? "

❤️ Heart

The Daunt

Aloy: Erend, look... I'm sorry it wasn't easy for you when I left. And I know it's not easy now. But what I've been doing... Life on earth is in danger and only I can save it.

Erend: Life on earth?

Aloy: Yeah. Everything dies unless I succeed.

Erend: Well, then let me help!

Aloy: You can't. There's no machine to fight, no bad guy to kil. What I've got to do... I can't even explain it. Not even to people I care about.

Erend: Well, so much for being useful. Okay.

Barren Light

Aloy: Taking the edge off?

Erend: I'd ask you to join, but who'd be left to save the world, right? Now, lemme guess. You're in rush, right? So whatever you need, ask away.

(...)

Aloy: I better get going.

Erend: Oh, yeah, don't let me stop you. Just... are you sure about this? Saving the world sounds like alot for just one--

Aloy: Erend...

Erend: All right. Can't blame me for trying. I... I guess what I'm really trying to say is, if you ever do need me...

Aloy: I know where to find you. Hopefully, sober next time?

Erend: Yeah, don't count on it. Be careful out there, Aloy.

The Base

Aloy: Erend. You're all better. And you're here.

Erend: Well, the world only goes on if you can do your thing. We learn fast enough, we help make that happen. You want all the backup you can get, right?

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👊 Fist

The Daunt

Aloy: What Kind of person? How about someone who thinks saving the world is more important than whether your feelings get hurt.

Erend: Saving the world?

Aloy: That's what I've been doing, Erend. What I'm still doing. So, sorry if I've been in a hurry.

Erend: Well, I guess when you put it like that... Agh! As usual, I shouldn't have said anything.

Barren Light

Aloy: Are you taking the edge off?

Erend: Well, I can't put my foot in my mouth again if I'm pouring booze down it, right? Now, lemme guess... You're in rush, right? So whatever you need, ask away.

(...)

Aloy: I better get going.

Erend: Well, thanks for taking the time to talk to this useless lug.

Aloy: Erend...

Erend: Hey, I get it, you know, I'm just a... blunt instrument. The wrong tool for the job. I... I guess what I'm really trying to say is, if you ever do need me...

Aloy: I know where to find you. Hopefully, sober next time?

Erend: Don't count on it. Be careful out there, Aloy.

The Base

Aloy: Erend. You're all better. And you're here.

Erend: Well, he tells me that our savior needs our help after all... Who am I to refuse?

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🧠 Brain

The Daunt

Aloy: Erend, I left when I did, how I did, for a reason. A good one.

Erend: Uh, thanks for sharing!

Aloy: Listen to me. Life on Earth is in danger and only I can save it.

Erend: What are you talking about?

Aloy: Exactly what I just said. Everything living is going to die unless I... fix a piece of technology created by the Old Ones. And time's running out.

Erend: Well I... I guess that's a reason, all right. Ugh, I'm an idiot.

Barren Light

Aloy: Taking the edge off?

Erend: If the end of the world's coming I don't wanna be sober for it. Now, lemme guess, you're in a rush, right? So, whatever you need, ask away.

(...)

Aloy: I better get going.

Erend: Right. Off to do complicated "Aloy" things. Maybe just don't disappear completely this time?

Aloy: No promises.

Erend: I... I guess what I'm really trying to say is, if you ever do need me...

Aloy: I know where to find you. Hopefully, sober next time?

Erend: Don't count on it. Be careful out there, Aloy.

The Base

Aloy: Erend. You're all better. And you're here.

Erend: Varl said you might need some help after all, doing complicated things...

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Side note: depending on the choice, some other optional dialogs in the base may also have slight changes.

Exemple:

Aloy: If that one's not working right, you can have one of my spare focuses, you know.

Erend: Little bugger's got some personality, that's all. Saved my butt with those Specters. Wouldn't feel right to leave it behind now.

if you choose fist or brain, the dialogue ends here. But if you chose the heart option, it goes on:

Erend: Besides, It, uh... it goes with my outfit.

Aloy: Wouldn't want to spoil your look.

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So, to have the full dialogue experience at the base, the heart option is the way.

I particularly like all the options.

After all, a little angst always makes the development of a relationship more interesting.

#horizon forbidden west #hfw #erend vanguardsman #aloy hzd #ereloy #aloy x erend #erend x aloy #flashpoint choices #angst

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Part 11 - Old Truths Return

Pero Tovar and Female Reader (nicknamed Bee) Modern AU

You and Pero are finally starting to find solid footing again, when a few surprises come your way.

Creator chooses not to use Warnings! This is 18+ONLY! I’m happy to elaborate on what to expect from this part via DM. Also, I'm so happy to finally have this part finished, it's been around seven weeks since I last updated this series! Hope you'll love it!

Word Count: 7524 Masterlist(this story) Author’s Masterlist

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You woke up slowly, and the first thing you noticed was Pero sitting by your side, looking completely worn out. It took you a good long while to remember what had happened, but the throbbing in your hand was a major clue. At first, you thought that you might’ve tried to punch someone, however unlikely, but then you recalled the table… and groaned with annoyance at yourself, which caught Pero’s attention.

“Pintora? Are you awake?”

Your eyes had fallen shut with the memories, so you opened them again at his question, to let him know that you’d heard him, but you couldn’t meet his eyes yet, staring at the ceiling instead. He was sitting on the floor for some reason, so you could just barely see him moving in your periphery.

“How bad is the pain?”

“…no worse than I deserve.”

Even through his silence you could tell how much he disagreed, but he seemed to be treading carefully for some reason. When you didn’t say anything else, he cleared his throat.

“Abby is okay.”

Your head snapped over to the side to look at him, so fast that it made you dizzy, and you reflexively squinted your eyes together to try and keep him in your field of vision until it stopped.

“Are you sure? How do you know that?”

“We had a visit from the good Detective.”

That was a sobering enough piece of information that you felt the need to sit up and get your brain back to full function. When he saw you move your legs down the front of the sofa, he shifted to sit on his knees and helped you push yourself up, but your head didn’t quite cooperate and took a good minute to re-center itself.

“Why do I feel hungover?”

A cheeky little smile found its way into his face at that, instantly making you nervous.

“Your father gave you a little cocktail to ease your pain and help you relax. It knocked you out first, but then it made you… loopy.”

You could feel the scepticism spread through your features as you listened.

“Loopy?”

“Yes, you were so sweet. Told me how much you love that Pero-guy.”

“I said that… to you?”

“Mhm. You were very excited about it.”

“Ugh… Sorry.”

“Don’t be, it was adorable. I love that you love me even when you are loopy.”

That made you crack a little laugh, and he pulled himself up to take a seat next to you, snaring you close into his chest while he kissed your forehead as you leaned into him.

“You scared me today, pintora.”

His voice had turned soft and hushed, as if just talking about it might spark that fury within you again, and it made you feel guilty, even though you knew that that wasn’t his intent.

“I’m not sure what happened. I just… couldn’t… I felt like I was about to explode, and I couldn’t stop it. I had to do something.”

“Was it just about Abby?”

There was something in his tone telling you that he was a bit afraid of your answer, as if he knew that part of it was because of him, and you wanted to tell him that he was wrong, but you had to be honest. Your head was still a mess, but now that you were calm, things were beginning to fall into place. Hindsight always allowed for better understanding when it came to emotions. Still, you took your time thinking it through, to be sure you were right.

“No. It was about a lot of things. The studio and… Pete. Not just that day, but all of it, the relationship before that, the friendship, learning that it was all a lie. And……”

“Me.”

“Yes. And you. I woke up alone, Pero. The one day of my life when I really needed to be held, you were more than just not there… You put an impenetrable fucking wall between us, and that really hurt me. And I couldn’t even tell you that because you weren’t there.”

You didn’t dare to pull back and look at him, because you knew that you were hurting him, but this had to come out, or it would fester even worse. His hold around your shoulders didn’t change, but you felt his heart beat harder, and his throat bob as he swallowed a few times.

“I don’t know how to do this… I have never been with someone like this. And I know it was wrong, because I could see how it hurt you, but I was so afraid. Of my own hands, my own mind. What I did to him, Bee… that was slaughter. And in the moment, I enjoyed it. I have never felt something like that before, even when I have killed really awful people. And then you… I alm-… I wanted to…”

“Claim me. Your prize.”

He nodded, unable to say anything else. But you weren’t afraid of him, because again, with hindsight, you didn’t believe that he would’ve hurt you even if he had tried to claim you back then. You believed that the part of him that loved you would always win, no matter how strong his anger or fear might get. However, there was no way of knowing that, because it hadn’t happened. But that was also the major reason why you believed it.

“I don’t know what would’ve happened if Groot hadn’t gotten through to you. But the fact is – he did. You stopped and then when I reminded you of being a star in my orbit, you heard me. That’s what matters, Pero. Not what almost happened, or might’ve happened, but what actually happened. Please, honey, forgive yourself so that we can move on from this crap, because I’m really ready to do that, but I can’t if you won’t.”

He pulled back to meet your eyes, and at first you saw a lot of pain in his, but the longer he looked at you, the softer they got, until a small hint of something happy was poking through the gloom. He reached up to fix the little poppy that he’d placed behind your ear earlier, and that had somehow not fallen out despite your outburst.

“Should I propose now, or later, pintora?”

That made you huff a laugh. He was just reminding himself that the two of you were somehow, against all odds, kinda perfect together, but it also meant that he understood what you were saying and that he agreed, which was important. Saying he was sorry again wouldn’t mean much, because those words are about asking for solace and forgiveness, both of which you’d already given him. This told you that he was at least trying to look ahead, to consider a brighter future, and for someone like him, that was a huge step forward.

“Later. We’ve got shit to do. Now, tell me about Jones.”

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“Hey, dad.”

“Hey, bumble. How are the over-the-counter drugs treating you?”

“Better than I’d hoped. You really don’t think I worsened any of the fractures?”

“Well, we’d need an x-ray to be sure, but not as far as I can tell. Which is lucky because that was one helluva punch.”

“It needed to be.”

“Mhm. You and Pero alright?”

“Yeah. It wasn’t just about him.”

“But it was also about him.”

He was putting the finishing touches to a chicken stew, and you turned around and leaned your backside against the kitchen counter, letting your head fall forwards with a sigh. Dean knew your every expression, every movement, he could usually tell what was going on in your head even by just seeing you from the corner of his eye. But he hadn’t seen your outburst coming. He hadn’t seen the escalation in you, the pent-up emotion that sat so close to the surface that all it took was one spark to make it boil over, and you knew that it had rattled him. But you hadn’t seen or felt it coming yourself either, so how could he have?

“I need him, dad. I don’t know when exactly my life became so tethered to his, but it is. I’m not… whole without him. But I don’t think he fully believes that. It’s like a part of him is waiting for me to realize that he’s not worth it and just throw him away, and I don’t know how to convince him that that’ll never happen.”

He stopped stirring the pot and pulled it off the hot plate, turning the plate off before he looked at you.

“Sweetie… he straight-up asked me to be his father, in the place of the one he never should’ve had.”

You felt your face slip from concern to surprise to shock and finally, to overwhelming affection that pooled into a pleasant heat somewhere around your stomach. For a man like Pero Tovar to voice a desire like that, to ask for something purely out of a desire to be happier, to be accepted, to feel loved, was beyond what you would’ve thought him capable of yet. You’d hoped for him to get there eventually, but you’d expected it to take years before he might dare to ask for such things from anyone but you. And it was all because of the doors that you’d opened when you let him into your heart.

“There may still be parts of him that makes him think he’s ugly and unworthy, but he never would’ve asked me that unless he wanted to be here, in this family, for the long haul. I think he does absolutely believe in the strength of your love, but he might need a little time to understand the strength of his own.”

You forced a deep breath into your lungs, trying to make the ache in your chest lessen, but when Dean wrapped his arms around you, the tears came anyway. And this time, you didn’t try and hold them back, didn’t wish for them to stop, you let them fall and cherished every single one, because for the first time in what felt like a long time, they weren’t tears of pain. He held you close, stroked your back and kissed the top of your head, until the dogs walked in, done with their patrol for the evening, and you saw Groot glance at you but walk over to lay with the others.

“He’s scared of me.”

Your father let go of you and turned around, watching the dog carefully for a minute.

“It’s been some tumultuous few weeks for him as well. He’s not scared, he’s confused. Give him some time with solid dependable routines, and he’ll come back to you. Now, is Pero gonna be long, or do you think we can get started on dinner? It’s almost 10pm.”

“No, he was just gonna shower. He helped me clean up first so it took a while before he could get started, but I’m sure he’ll be down any minute.”

“Boo.”

You jumped sideways when his low voice suddenly appeared, along with the rest of him, just inches to your left, and he just smiled while you growled through your teeth.

“You’re still fucking limping, how are you that quiet and that fast while still limping?!”

“You will never know, preciosa.”

You traded verbal jabs with him while getting your very delayed dinner in order and taking your seats, and the topic soon returned to your apparently very entertaining dopiness.

“I wish I had thought to take a video of you, you really were so cute.”

“Oh, hell no! Neither of you had better have recorded any part of my doped-up ramblings, you hear?”

“Don’t worry, Buzzer, it was short and sweet. No cameras rolling. And I, for one, would rather have had footage of your partner’s reaction when I suggested he help me take care of the wasps in your stead.”

Pero’s smile vanished and he leaned away from the table, shaking his head at Dean, who just laughed harder.

“You practically bounced away from me as if I’d electrocuted you, son.”

You couldn’t help but snicker. The mood had been so odd and pressured lately that this sudden unburdened levity felt like a breath of fresh air. And you didn’t miss how the word ‘son’ had taken on a much deeper meaning now. It helped the brighter mood to know that Abby was alive and recovering, but it was more than that. Knowing that Pete was dead and couldn’t hurt anyone anymore, along with finally airing out everything that had bothered you, made a harmony settle into the atmosphere.

“I was afraid you would tie me up and make me help.”

That made both you and your father gawk at him, and then you both answered in unison.

“I’d never do that!”/“He’d never do that!”

But Pero just shrugged.

“It is phobia, I cannot control it.”

“Aww, well it’s nice to know that you’re still human, babe. I mean, I’m fine with raising alien offspring, but I’d just kinda like to know in advance.”

You should’ve thought that sentence through before you said it, because you and Pero hadn’t had that conversation yet, but thankfully, he just smiled and played along.

“Still human, just weird.”

You snickered at him, relieved to have gotten away with the little slip of your tongue, but also mentally filing away that topic for later discussion. Since there was still nothing you could do about Kate, you decided to leave that problem until you had reason to address it, and soon cleared the table and went to your respective bedrooms for the night. Groot stayed downstairs with the other dogs.

It had been a long day and you fell asleep without much prompting, waking up rested and feeling a lot more relaxed than you had been for a good long while now. You spent a long moment just laying there, looking at Pero fast asleep next to you, his arms folded under the pillow to support his head and help his breathing as he laid heavily on his stomach and chest. His right leg was pulled up to the side where you were, to keep him in contact with you even though his arms weren’t available, and you had your left leg resting over it, which placed the middle of his thigh right against your steadily heating core.

You were aching for him already when you woke up, courtesy of some seriously wet dreams that had played out on the insides of your eyes shortly before you came to, but you didn’t wanna wake him. He’d slept even less than you had in the past two weeks, and you thought of it as a good sign that he was finally relaxed enough to be able to sleep without holding you against his chest. So, you just watched him, listened to his heavy breaths and studied every inch of his face, smoothed of all worried or fearful lines that were so familiar to his features, trying to commit every detail to memory.

But after another hour you still hadn’t managed to cool the yearning of your desire, and it was getting unbearable. And since you knew that he wouldn’t object to being awoken to satisfy you, you started grinding against his thigh in small circles, offering yourself a little relief while you waited for him to come around. He was so deeply asleep that it took a while, so when he finally began to stir, you were well and thoroughly worked up, panting and nearing your climax, the wetness of your core having left his leg slick where you moved over him.

Your eyes had fallen shut with the pleasure, so you didn’t see him wake, but you felt his thigh harden underneath your pussy, giving you more friction from the added solidity, and you quickly toppled over. Knowing that he was awake and watching you only made it more intense, and you grabbed the edge of your pillow with your right hand, digging your nails into to it to try and anchor yourself, even though you felt like you were flying. You didn’t open your eyes until you’d come back down, finding him studying your face with flared nostrils and a deep craving practically beaming at you, but he still hadn’t moved.

“I’d apologize, but I know you loved that. Also, I’m not sorry.”

He smiled at that, and it was a hungry expression.

“Good.”

He slipped his arms out from under the pillow and rose to stand on his hands and knees, pulling the covers off and grabbing your leg to roll you onto your back before coming to stand over you, still on all fours. You both slept naked, so you could see his hard cock bouncing as he moved and continue to twitch with want after he’d stilled over you. It made your legs tremble where they cradled his hips, trying to pull him closer, but he stayed like that, just standing there looking down on you.

“Patience, pintora. I will give you what you want, you know this.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

“I’m not waiting, I am savouring. You are so beautiful like this… pearly with sweat. Wanting. Supple. I must remind myself not to take this for granted.”

A twinge of something sharp passed through your chest hearing that, because it came from a place of insecurity. Whether he was afraid that you weren’t always gonna be so willing, or perhaps thought that something would happen to tear you apart at some point, this was fear talking, and you hated it.

“Stop it, Pero. Just stop.”

He froze above you, and the heat in his eyes was replaced by confusion and the worry that he’d said something hurtful to make you react like that. You traced the fading scar that crossed his chest, Pete’s first attempt to stop him, not deep enough to have needed stitches, but enough to leave a lasting mark with time. A reminder of how fast things can change.

“I don’t want you to think like that, I want you to be here, in this moment right now, with me. Nowhere else. Not the past or the future; this moment. Make love to me. Show me how much you savour every second, and I promise you that I’ll do the same, but don’t you dare ruin this moment with fear.”

The worry slipped away, the tension in his frame softening as he gently lowered himself on top of you, fitting himself along and around you until he all but surrounded you, filled you as perfectly as only he could, until you felt like you’d melded together into one being. Lost in the pleasure, comfort and ease of this testament to your shared adoration, neither of you chased the high, but simply relished in the feeling of each other. So, when the final push eventually came, it had been building so slowly that the intensity of it blindsided you both, leaving you so exhausted that you both passed out.

You woke up with a start, going from asleep to wide awake with a furiously pounding heart in the space of just one second, and so did Pero. Because the sound that had roused you was the sound of all the dogs barking in unison, from inside the house, indicating danger. You were both off the bed and frantically pulling on clothes within the next second, sticking to soft sweats and jumpers since they were easy and quick to get on, even with a damaged hand.

Dean met you in the upstairs hall, equally haphazardly dressed and unshaven, so he must’ve taken a sleep-in morning too, for once. Although you hadn’t even glanced at a watch, so you had no idea what time it actually was. It might be 5am for all you knew. The two men exchanged one look, and your father wordlessly fell in behind you, putting you in between them both, where you’d be most easily protected. You hated that you were the weak link in this chain, pretty much useless next to either of them, but you were also so grateful to have them both there, since they’d also protect each other.

Once downstairs, the dogs became visible, having positioned themselves by the windows and doors and continuing to bark both in alarm and warning, which meant that the threat was still present. If it had been some animal simply crossing the lawn, like a bear or moose, they wouldn’t have barked at all, unless the animal did something to warrant a reaction. And if they’d been unsure about what they heard or smelled or whether there was danger afoot, they would’ve only barked twice to get your attention, like Groot had done when Pete was prowling around your house. But these were continuous, deep and growling barks that were meant to rattle and deter, so someone was definitely on the property.

Pero led the way down into the kitchen, keeping low to avoid being spotted through the windows, and you followed step by step, trying to remember to breathe normally to keep your heartrate from escalating even further. But as you got to the corner of the room where there were no windows, the same spot where you and Pero had sat together after he finally came back to you, Groot suddenly appeared at your side.

Tears pricked the insides of your eyes as you felt him sit down and press his side into yours, comforting as much as protecting you, letting you know that the trust wasn’t broken, just scarred, and you’d never been more appreciative of anything in your life. Because he wasn’t a person that could be manipulated or influenced into coming back to you, he would only make that choice if he knew that he was safe with you, and if he cared enough to want to protect you even if you’d messed up. You refrained from petting him right now, though, he’d need to stay focused.

But then, to everyone’s surprise, there was a knock on the door, and the dogs all fell silent at once without prompting, to let your father listen.

“Dean, it’s Kate.”

Your dad wasn’t convinced, you could tell from his posture, standing leaned against the doorframe leading out into the front hall.

“You’re not alone, or you wouldn’t be sneaking around out there like this, Jones. Am I gonna have to take out a tactical unit? Because you know I will.”

“No tac-team, but I have Abby with me.”

You were about to leap towards the door, but Pero held you back, nearly earning an elbow to the ribs in the process, but as he pulled you back into his chest to lock you in place, he whispered in your ear.

“It could be a tactic to lure us to open the door. We have to be sure. Just wait.”

“And what if it is? If there really is a team out there, they’ll still get in.”

“Yes, but on our terms. We control the space for as long as we can, preciosa.”

Sinking back into his chest, admitting that you had no idea about this tactical stuff, you shivered.

“My best and pretty much only friend might be less than fifteen feet from me, for the first time in weeks.”

“I know. Just wait.”

Dean continued.

“You know how this works, Detective. I’m gonna need to hear her voice before I’ll believe you.”

“We had to ditch the car back on the main road and she wasn’t strong enough to hike the whole way. She’s passed out, Dean. Please, let us in, I’ll explain everything.”

Ditch the car? That was an odd phrase to use unless she’d felt compelled to leave it behind. If it had broken down, she could’ve just said so, it would’ve been even more believable. Shit. This was starting to sound really suspicious.

“You really expect me to buy that, Detective?”

“God damnit, Colonel, when have I ever lied or tried to trick you?”

Dean turned back to you and Pero, raising an eyebrow in question, but you didn’t know what to think. Just as you were about to shake your head, Groot nudged your shoulder, stealing your attention for a second. And in his eyes, you suddenly saw a different solution.

“Wait… Dad, friend or foe…”

He knew exactly what you meant by that.

“Does he know her scent well enough?”

“Yeah, I’m sure of it.”

Pero leaned closer to you again.

“What are you talking about?”

“The dogs can tell us if they recognize a person’s scent as friend or foe, and Groot knows Abby’s scent as someone safe, but he only knows Jones as someone that we’re familiar with.”

“So, he can tell us if Abby is really there?”

“Yes. But I’ll have to go to the front door with him, he’ll need my instructions since I’m the one he associates with her.”

You looked at your father again, and he nodded.

“Do it but stay low. I want to believe that we can trust Kate, but we can’t afford to take any chances right now.”

Pero took your hand and squeezed it tightly, his way of telling you that he disliked you leaving his side, but that he also recognized the wisdom of your idea. You squeezed it back to reassure him, but it had little effect. Groot stayed right by your side as you crawled on your hands and knees through the doorway into the front hall, using the dog’s matrasses to spare your knees from the hard tiles as much as possible.

As you both got to the door, you looked back to see Pero and Dean on either side of the kitchen doorway, ready to charge after you if need be. You sat on your knees and asked for Groot’s attention, which he instantly gave you. Pointing first to the front door, you then gave him the signal for ‘friend or foe’, which was three fingers pointing at the floor. The dog knew that since you were the one asking, the only friendly scents would be the ones that you specifically had told him were safe.

He stood up and started sniffing around the edges of the door, looking for a good angle and when he found it, he stayed perfectly still while he smelled thoroughly. If it was friend, he would wag his tail, and if it was foe, he’d back away or lay down, and if it was both, he’d combine them. So, if Abby was there, he should do the combined version, and you held your breath as you waited for his verdict.

He took his time, to make sure he was right, and then backed away from the door, with a softly wagging tail, and you almost squealed. Suddenly any thought of danger seized to exist and in a textbook example of how to disregard your own safety, you got up, unlocked the door and all but hurled it out of the way. You were sure that Dean and Pero had called out to you, but you never heard them. Right outside the door, Kate was sitting on the ground, holding an unconscious Abby in her arms, and they both looked like hell.

Your father picked Abby up like she was little more than a doll, while you helped Kate to her feet and Pero covered your backs and closed the door behind you as soon as you’d crossed the threshold, just in case someone else was around. Getting to the living room, Dean put her down on the same spot on the sofa that you’d been in the day before, and you kneeled beside her just like Pero had done with you.

“Jesus, Kate… what the hell happened?”

Your tone wasn’t accusing, just worried, but both men were still on high alert, and all the dogs had silently manoeuvred themselves into the room.

“I was kinda hoping you might have some answers, actually. When I got to the hospital to check on Abby since she was due to be discharged this morning, there were three new faces loitering in the halls outside her room.”

“New faces?”

“Strangers, out-of-towners, and they weren’t tourists. They were good enough at faking casual behaviour to fool most people, but I know everyone that lives here, and three clearly fit and able men, loitering around the same hallway for no apparent reason, made me suspicious. So, I escorted Abby out of the hospital, and although I didn’t see those guys or anyone else that didn’t seem to belong, I offered to drive her home, just in case. And sure enough, by the time we’d driven three blocks, we had a tail on our asses, so I figured that whatever’s going on, she’ll be safer here. I know these roads by heart, so we ditched the car at the blind bend up by Crickets’ farm and went through the woods the rest of the way.”

None of you responded at first. Because this was something new, something you hadn’t seen coming and didn’t know what to make of yet.

“Well? Anyone care to help me understand what’s going on here?”

Dean was the first to offer his thoughts.

“This is the first we’ve heard of any strangers around. But it does sound suspicious. You didn’t see them try and flash any badges?”

“No, and they weren’t in suits either. Like I said, they were good enough at blending in to fool pretty much everyone.”

“Well, regardless of their intentions, they could’ve just abducted Abby from the hospital. The fact that they waited for her to be released but kept her under surveillance, would suggest that they were hoping their real target would make an appearance.”

“Yeah, that was my thinking too.”

Your father exchanged a look with Pero, who had grown deceptively still in that way he did when he was assessing something. Thinking, planning, strategizing.

“Any of this sound familiar to you, son?”

“It does, but for too many reasons to create a clear picture. It sounds like it could be anything from your people to mine. Although I hope for all our sakes, that it is yours.”

That confused you, and you got back on your feet and stepped closer to Pero.

“What do you mean ‘your people’?”

“I mean that the world I come from might have somehow managed to track me down, to try and convince me to come back, in which case…”

He seemed to stop himself from finishing that sentence, and that made you reluctant to ask him about it. Because if it was bad enough that he couldn’t even say it, then it was really bad. He sighed, and then continued.

“Or it could be some agency or even foreign intelligence or military looking to find out more about Dean’s confidential canine training program. From what little we know; both are equally plausible.”

You’d hesitated to ask, but your father didn’t. He was a man that wasn’t afraid of too much knowledge.

“Pero, what could we expect to happen if it is your people? Because I already know what’ll happen if it’s mine.”

The two men stared at each other for a moment, Pero seeming to struggle to decide how much to divulge, and Dean stoic in his willingness to wait however long the younger man decided to deliberate.

“If these men are Falcons… then the fact that Jones saw three people means there are two teams in play. That means four men, as expertly trained as me, that we would have to kill. Because Falcons do not stop until either their target is eliminated, or they are. Running or hiding would not help, if they have caught our scent once, they will do so again, and follow us for as long as it takes for us to make a mistake.”

Kate was clearly appalled by what she was hearing, but she was also good at putting pieces together, and he hadn’t exactly been discreet.

“Is this the kind of person you used to be? You told me that you’d killed evil people, is this how you did it? Stalking and hounding and hunting them, using their families and loved ones as bait or information…?”

“No. I was good enough that I never needed to use anyone but my partner, save for the occasional pimp or other street-smart idiot with their ear to the ground. But to find one of our own… I would have had to do such things, yes.”

“Okay, help me understand this, because I don’t get why they would come after you at all if you were once a part of their ranks. Is this some cult or something?”

“In some ways, yes. We were taught how to think and what to feel, indoctrinated into the life of murderers, made to believe that our actions were above all scrutiny, that no one had the right to oppose us. But… we were brought there while young and broken. Taken in and cared for. It was our family and we fought as much for that as we did to complete our assignments. I was lucky enough to be trained alongside a boy that still believed that murder is never right, but often necessary, and I idolized him. So, I kept that belief, even after I lost him. If my brothers are coming for me, it is because they feel betrayed that I left, and are hellbent on either taking me back or punishing me.”

“Christ. You know, I have half a mind to just leave and try and forget that I ever met you. Because it’s gonna be a bloodbath either way, isn’t it?”

Dean jumped in at that point, with his typical calming competence radiating through the room until everyone had settled down.

“We don’t know that that’s who’s coming for us, so let’s not jump to conclusions or judgements. Pero’s right, this could just as easily be espionage. What we need right now is more information, so it would actually be more helpful to us if you’d go back to the city and let us know if you see them again.”

“I shouldn’t be involved with this at all.”

“I’m sorry, Detective, but you crossed that bridge the moment you broke into this house. And you wouldn’t have brought Abby here unless you already knew in your heart that no one here wants to hurt people.”

She sighed heavily, resting her hands on her belt and tilting her head back as if looking for answers in the stars. You didn’t know her that well, but you’d always liked and respected her, and now more than ever, you needed her on your side.

“Kate…”

She pulled her head back down to meet your eyes, and she looked so tired.

“Even if it is the Falcons, they have no right to be here and disrupt our lives. We’re no saints, anyone of us, but Pero chose to leave that life and he doesn’t deserve to be punished for that. And you’re right, if this is them, then chances are it’ll get ugly, but it would only be worse if we couldn’t prepare at all. If we couldn’t control any part of the circumstances. So, for the sake of the town, please help us.”

This time, her gaze fell to the floor, but you felt hopeful for some reason. You knew that she cared about the town and that she took her responsibilities with the utmost seriousness, so no matter what was happening, she’d wanna be on the side that would stop people from getting hurt. And while she didn’t exactly trust Pero, or perhaps any of you, she had a pretty good idea of what he was capable of and what he was willing to do to protect you. Plus, there was no way she’d be able to explain any of this to her colleagues or superiors, let alone offer any tangible evidence to support her claims, so in truth… this was pretty much all she had.

“Keep your phone on, I’ll text you if I find anything.”

But Pero objected to that.

“No, whoever they are, we must assume that they have access to tracking-equipment. Modern phones are too easy to tap into.”

Your father smiled at that, and left the room for a minute, returning with two older model burner phones that were untraceable, handing one to you and one to Jones.

“You can use these safely for a month. The only number programmed into the contact list in each is the one that connects to the other phone. They will automatically permanently erase all messages once they’ve been read, so anything you need to remember, either write it down or memorize it.”

Kate scoffed a little half-heartedly.

“And to think, all these years I’ve shaken my head at you for never installing surveillance cameras or even an internet connection.”

He just smiled back.

“Come on, I’ll take a couple of the dogs and walk you back to your car, just in case there’s company waiting for you.”

She nodded, shoving the burner in her jacket pocket and following him out, leaving you and Pero alone with Abby and the rest of the dogs. Groot was still by your side as you sat back down next to your friend, finally able to really look at her. She was in tattered old jeans and a faded pink hoodie with an embroidered Pikachu over the chest. Her favourite clothes. Jones must’ve brought them for her at some point, since the ones she’d worn coming into the hospital had been ruined.

But she looked so pale and colourless, compared to her usual self, her colourful personality ordinarily outshining any and all garments. She actually had a pretty elegant style of clothing in public, only wearing this kind of cute and cuddly attire whenever she was home alone, and needed to put up with her own company. You took her hand and held it to your cheek, just to feel how warm she was. She’d been so cold and lifeless the last time you’d touched her.

“You’re gonna be okay, Abs. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you.”

Sensing your sorrow, Groot came and laid down in front of you, resting his head in your lap, and having him back somehow just made everything so much better. You smiled at him, scratching his ears and neck and carefully tracing your fingers along his nose and up over his forehead. Looking up at Pero, still standing where he’d been throughout the conversation with Kate, your smile faded, because he was staring out through the windows, over the back veranda and far off into the distance, and he looked concerned.

“You’re not making plans without me now, are you?”

He flinched at the sound of your voice, something you’d never seen him do before.

“Hey, are you alright?”

A shiver passed through him, and he closed his eyes for a moment, before moving closer to you and Groot, sitting down by his tail and resting his back against the armrest of the sofa.

“I was remembering.”

“You looked like you were a thousand miles away.”

“I let myself forget so much of what happened back then. Good and bad. I am trying to remember as much as I can, to piece together what I know about each of the teams, but it is dredging up some difficult things from the bottom of a very deep hole that I never wanted to dive into again.”

“Can I ask why you didn’t ask Kate to describe the men? If you practically grew up with them, wouldn’t you recognize their features?”

“Not necessarily. Our identities were always protected as well as they could be, and that included disguising ourselves on assignments so that no potential eyewitnesses could produce accurate descriptions of us. The disguises also meant that we never had to kill innocent bystanders, so Will and I were always thorough with them.”

“And the others? Did they not care about that?”

“They had to, it was one of the rules of engagement, to minimise the risk of exposure. We worked in teams of two, but the entire company consisted of just the six of us, and it might not seem like it, but we were almost impossible to replace.”

“Because of the bonds you’d made with each other?”

“Partly. But mostly because of how hard it is to find a person of the right age, with the right natural skillsets, that has no family and a minimal community footprint, meaning almost no one would notice their disappearance. And then getting that kid through a decade of training and just the right amount of conditioning, as well as finding a solid chemistry with one of the other kids. Each one of us cost them a fortune to find and then make disappear, and all of us succeeding and becoming perfect teams was a small miracle. I should have known they would come to drag me back.”

“We don’t know that it’s them, babe.”

“We always worked in pairs, but there were only three at the hospital. I assumed that one was keeping an eye on the perimeter, it is useful when teams work together. When you are just two, you need to stay close to protect each other’s backs and blind spots, but with more bodies you can do both. But what if there are only three because one is dead? It explains why they would come for me now, and not sooner.”

“To replace the one they lost.”

“Exactamente. It’s them, pintora… I just know it. Everything fits so perfectly. The timing, finding me shortly after I have made the mistake of dropping a body under strange circumstances without also disposing of it, leaving my skills with blades on full display with those severed hands. And the tactics… a barely concealed taunt, designed to make me reveal myself, because they already know how I connect to Abby. They knew the Detective would be there, and they knew that she would find me if I did not show up there myself. They may not know exactly where I am yet, but it is only a matter of time, and I don’t know how to fight them with any hope of winning.”

He suddenly looked so defeated, and it scared the crap out of you. You’d seen him scared out of his mind, angered into primal rage, terrified of his own mind and body, but never anything close to this. The fight hadn’t even started yet. You shifted to sit closer to him, and Groot moved to accommodate you.

“Whatever you’re thinking, tough guy, you’re not gonna go at them on your own, do you hear me? And you’re not gonna do something idiotic like wilfully joining them again to spare us the fight, because if you do, I’ll go to the fucking press with everything that I know and then we’ll see who they come for! Is that understood?”

He looked like you’d just turned into Zeus and thrown a lightning bolt at him, but you didn’t care. You were seriously worried that he was contemplating doing something exactly like what you’d just described, and you were prepared to do anything to keep him with you. But to your surprise, he reached for you, pulling you into his lap and wrapping his arms around you.

“Ay, mi amor… those things would do me no good. Fighting them alone is a death-sentence, and I am not willing to run headfirst into a grave now that I have finally learned what a good life is. And going back would not save anyone. To keep their secrets, they would kill you all just because you know me. Press or no press. So still your heart, my beloved, I am not leaving you. This fight we will have to take on together.”

“But you seem so hopeless.”

He lifted his hand and placed it on your neck, using his thumb to press against your jaw until you’d turned your head to face him, meeting his eyes.

“I am afraid, because for the first time in my life, I have a real family that I risk losing if we fail. But do not mistake my dread for hopelessness, when it is that very feeling that threatens to undo me. Without it, I would not have much reason to fear anymore. I have so much hope for us, preciosa, so many dreams and wishes that I want to live to see, and the thought that I might not… yes, it makes me shiver with fear.”

Despite the bleakness of your chances, if indeed he was right about your new enemy, hearing him talk like that made your fears lessen. You’d felt so trapped and alone in your fight against Pete, but this time you’d be heading into battle with seasoned warriors, all of you working together, and it made you believe that no matter what happened, things would somehow be okay.

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killemwithkawaii · 2 years

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L.S.S.: Alright, you ready for the next round of asks?

Mitch(3): Uh, no? This is stupid. I don’t know why you keep wanting me ta talk to your ‘friends’....

L.S.S.: Because in another life, they’re your friends, and I’m hoping they’ll help me get through to you since you won’t listen to me.

Mitch(3): …. Fine, whatever. I’ll answer some if it’ll get you to shut up and stop hassling me for a minute…

L.S.S.: … It’s alright, Meadow. I had a hard time saying goodbye to him, too…

Mitch(3): Ugh, you talkin’ about your exes again?

L.S.S.: I’m talking about you in the timeline I found you in before this one. He was loyal, hard-working, and nice to everybody… he cared about people. He’s my proof that you’re not really this much of a dick. Or, at least you wouldn't be, if you’d put in a little effort to be nice and let people in.

Mitch(3): … Pssh, he sounds like a little bitch to me…

L.S.S.: …Well, you’re not wrong…. but still.

Mitch(3): ....

Mitch(3): Hey, now we’re talkin! Maybe I misjudged you… Bring over whatever ya got, ‘friend’! We miiiight still have to go on a run here soon, though. Whatever booze she brings ain’t gonna last long, and we are runnin low… [barely audible] I should probably grab some cat food too. Little bastards have to be getting hungry by now...

L.S.S.: Yeah, we’re not doing that.

Mitch(3): Huh? Tsk, fine, I’ll just go by myself…

L.S.S.: Uh, I mean- let’s, uh, do that later, maybe? Why go out when we can get it delivered…!

Mitch(3): ...Yeahhh, can’t argue with that. Going into town during the day sucks, anyway…

Mitch(3): …..

L.S.S.: …Um… I get where you’re coming from, Danu, but that’s not-

Mitch(3): Tch, I don’t need to take this shit... You don’t like me? Good. You don’t have to fuckin’ talk to me. I don’t give a shit. Same goes for you, Sal. If you don't like me, and ya wanna leave sooo bad, then just fuckin’ leave. Nobody’s stopping you.

L.S.S.: ….

I’m not leaving, Mitchie. Don’t worry…

Mitch(3): ….. [grumbling]....

L.S.S.: Score! I am freezing…

Mitch(3): …..You weren’t complaining before…

L.S.S.: That was when I didn’t have anything else to put on, and I was overheated, anyway... Don’t get me wrong, the stuff you gave me is fun to wear sometimes, but it’s not really practical in winter when you're sober.

Mitch(3): …You could put on your own damn clothes if you went home already…

L.S.S.: Like I said, I’m not leaving. These will be fine, and if I’m still cold, you and I can just get snuggly to warm up.

Mitch(3): ….get ’snuggly,’...?

L.S.S.: Well, yeah! We don’t always have to be having sex when we’re together, you know. We can just cuddle sometimes….. I think it would be nice, if you wanna give it a try…?

Mitch(3): …….

Wh…….

…No. No, just… get off me. Go cuddle your friends, if you like em so much…

L.S.S.: ….okay… maybe later then…

L.S.S.: …..

Mitch(3): Ooooh, so your buddies don’t know about you and your bro? [laughing] Why don’t ya tell em why he hasn’t been comin around lately, huh...?

L.S.S.: … Because I told him not to.

Mitch(3): [laughing] You guys should have seen it… little Sally-cat is ice cold- ‘You’re not my brother and you never have been~! I have no family, leave me alone, why can’t I just have fun for once~?’ [laughing] His face… oh man… [laughing]

L.S.S.: … I…. wasn’t in a good place the last time I was here. I was frustrated and detached… I’d been looking for the ‘original’ Larry for so long- That was my entire motivation for being out here in the first place. I’d been through so much shit already, and seeing his other versions… it was starting to get to me. The Larry from this timeline tried to talk some sense into me when he found out what I was doing, and I lashed out at him….

It was wrong of me to say those things. It wasn’t true- even if he wasn’t the ‘original,’ he was still Larry… I understand that now, and I regret how I treated him. I really wish I could tell him I’m sorry…

Mitch(3): …The-

L.S.S.: Yeah, yeah, ‘the door’s right there,’ I’m aware…

Mitch(3): ….

L.S.S.: Well, I bared my soul, so I guess it’s your turn...

Mitch(3): …….

L.S.S.: What? You don’t want to tell them an embarrassing story about doing something you regret when you were feeling frustrated and detached…?

Mitch(3): ……. Fuck that. I don’t gotta say shit.

L.S.S.: …. Alright, I guess I’ll tell the story for you, too:

He tattooed ‘DNR’ on his chest with a sewing needle and ballpoint pen ink during a bender. Did it in the bathroom mirror. It’s crooked as hell, but at least it’s not backwards…

Mitch(3): …..

….

You little…. fuckin’….

….

Okay. Okay, that’s it-

L.S.S.: Wait, what are you-

Mitch(3): I’m sick of this shit. Get out.

L.S.S.: No, hold on a second, we can’t- I mean, I’m not-

Mitch(3): GET OUT. If you don’t want to be here, then just leave!

L.S.S.: That’s not what I was... I'm sorry. That was uncalled for, I shouldn't have-

Mitch(3): I don’t care anymore. I don’t want you here. Just go home already….

L.S.S.: I can’t-

Mitch(3): THAT’S NOT MY PROBLEM. YOU’RE NOT MY PROBLEM. GET OUT.

L.S.S.: …I told you I’m not leaving, Mitch. I can’t-

Mitch(3): And I told you to GET. OUT. Here, I’ll help you to the door-

L.S.S.: Wait… wait, stop! STOP! LET GO-

Mitch(3): I AM-

L.S.S.: STOP IT!! SHIT, SHIT, SHIT… MITCH, STOP, YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND- NO! FUCK, FUCK, NO, NOT AGAIN—

#the staycation 🏡💙#l.s.s. answers #dealer!mitch #danu chan #meadow chan #tw drug use #tw self harm #tw unreality #tw abuse #tw degradation #tw objectification #tw mental illness #tw violence #tw needles #meet the fishers

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godsrejectedmartyr · 1 month

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i feel spiritually connected to my cat. like she is an extension of me. she’s so perfect. it makes me sad. i wonder if this is how my mom felt of me. i wonder if im the less intense version of my mom. less intense in the sense that my life experiences really aren’t that bad however i take literally EVERYTHING to the extreme in my life. i’m like the more miserable horror story of my mom. it hurts me to know how much my mom tries to keep me happy and keep me functioning. she’s so scared to leave me home alone now. i don’t blame her tbh, im a ticking time bomb. but as of right now, there’s no game plan. i’m just in another rut of repetitive waiting. numb it all out with drugs to keep myself lucid and confused at the same time. i feel like im both figuring my life out and ending it all at the same time. i feel like im setting the people around me up for some serious trauma. like god awful. gosh i just hope i lose more weight before all that though. ugh idk im so embarrassed. idk what ive become. my life feels like it’s ending. all i do is sleep, work, get high, sleep, get high, sleep, work, get high. you get the drill. it’s also super pathetic that all im waiting on is to feel loved by my boyfriend. to maybe know where our relationship is going. what the plan is. do i just need to stop doing drugs in general? maybe. but that’s ok. i plan on smoking my last joint tonight and be clean on until sunday, maybe later. i’ll take a step back from my little “marijuana induced psychosis/spiritual awakening” and work on art, get off social media, think and reflect on the world with a sober mind, get out and do things with my mom. make an attempt at being happy. maybe do something with my life. agh whatever. i feel like i’ve destroyed my life but really im just in a limbo. i want to get out of this limbo. is he gonna say no to a life with me and am i gonna lose myself to guilty pleasures and suicidal tendencies, or is he gonna communicate and turn around and be ready to love me and have a life with me. whatever though, ill just continue to wait. right now my boyfriend hasn’t texted me since sunday night. i messaged him monday morning, he hasn’t responded since. but he’s been online. he gets on his pc, plays video games, texts his friends online, but won’t answer my message. but i won’t send another message reminding him im here. he loves me right? so he’d think about me, right? the last message i sent was saying “yeah i get it, you’re busy, don’t worry haha. how was your trip?” and so i am just assuming he’s too busy to answer back to me even though he’s always on bauldurs gate. ugh, IM SO FUCKING PATHETIC!!! ALL DAY I FANTASIZE AND WISH I WOULD JUST GET KIDNAPPED OF WISKED AWAY BY SOME OLDER MAN WHOD JUST LOVE ME AND TAKE CARE OF ME WHEN MY MIND GETS TOO MUCH FOR ME. he was supposed to be that for me… he was the older guy who promised me he’d take care of me if my mind and the world became too much. all i wanted was a backbone. i still wanted to achieve great things but all i needed was a partner and someone by my side as i attempted to make my way through the world. but now i feel like im not in his world. a small part of me feels like there’s someone else in his world. i wouldn’t know, because he won’t let me into his world. i thought it was supposed to be our world.

look how stupid i am. laugh at me please. shoot me.

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trashheappro · 7 months

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Ch: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5.5, 6

Sides: 1, 2, 2.5, 3

Sequel: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 14.5, 15, 16

Alt-Sequel: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17

Crypto usually wasn’t fond of Elliot’s parties, but he needed an excuse to get his mind off a certain someone, and what better way to do that then alcohol. They were in the compound’s lounge. Everyone was dressed relatively casually, even he forgone the comfort of his jacket for just a t-shirt and jeans. Nearly everyone was here with the constant exception of Revenant; even Caustic was here, occasionally chatting with Wattson and Wraith.

It took a while, but he has now realized that Caustic was Alexander Nox, Mystik’s biological son and technically his stepbrother. He had to contemplate even telling Mystik, if she even knew her mass-murdering son was even alive. Crypto always thought there was something off about him.

But that was a problem for another day. He could only manage one emotionally heavy thing at a time.

Crypto just wanted to bask the nice corner he found himself and the chattering from his fellow Legends in front of him. Elliot occasionally came over to sit with him, but he was so busy running around talking and mixing drinks that his visits became few and far between.

He had only finished half a bottle of peach soju so far. He didn’t like drinking all that much; the thought of lacking inhibitions, being unable to clearly thinking things through, of reacting slower, wasn’t appealing. But with how he was feeling lately, he wanted his sobriety to leave him sooner rather than later. Maybe he should get one of those fruity cocktails; Octane was already drunk off his ass and he only had two.

He scrolled through his phone, going through messages with his contacts. He was barely tipsy and was sober enough to think coherently. Should he be working while at a party? No, but he didn’t want to sit with Natalie and Wraith if Caustic was going to be sitting with them.

“Hey, man!” Elliot slid next to him on the couch and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “Get off your phone, enjoy the party!”

“You know I don’t like parties. You’re lucky I’m here at all.”

“Come on, Hyeon, don’t be like that.” His hand squeezed Crypto’s shoulder reassuringly. “You want something else to drink? Maybe something to eat?”

Crypto contemplated. “Maybe another bottle and a snack.”

Elliot patted his back. “Comin’ right up.”

Crypto rubbed his tired eyes and leaned back in his seat. Maybe he should have gone to sleep, but he didn’t want to be alone with his thoughts. Ugh, he was acting like a heartbroken teen. He should be better than this.

“I thought you’d be sleeping by now,” Loba said, sauntering over to him. “You look absolutely exhausted.”

“I am,” he sighed. “I should sleep, but Elliot insisted.”

“That’s never stopped you before.” She sat down next to him.

He chuckled. “I suppose I’m feeling particularly weak today.”

“Having trouble sleeping?”

He scoffed. “Always.”

Loba smirked. “I have a friend like that, always working past his bedtime.”

Ah, yes, her little hacker friend. Jaime’s ability was… average, not nearly as good as he or Mila was, but it was still commendable especially considering the man actually had a decent social life.

Crypto sighed. “It could be worse. If I weren’t participating in the Games, I’d have a more erratic schedule.”

“Do you want something to help you sleep?” Loba asked. “I could get something to help with that.”

Ever the blackmarket dealer. The Games did very little to change a person and their work. He was still a hacker, Ajay was still a medic, Natalie was still an engineer, Alexander was still a chemist, Horizon was still a scientist. He could go on.

“My sleep itself is fine,” he said. “I just need to actually get myself to bed.” Revenant used to help him with that. “I don’t suppose you could get me a good deal on a clock; one that can forcible make me aware of the time.”

“Knowing you, you’d just brush if off and say ‘5 more minutes’,” she snickered.

“Am I that easy to read?”

“I just know your type.”

He didn’t like the double entendre, even if she didn’t mean it that way. He poured himself a glass of soju and downed it. How much longer until he really started to feel the alcohol? Mila always said he had a naturally good tolerance considering he never really drunk unless it was with her. He should have asked Elliot for a stronger drink.

Speaking of…

Elliot placed a new bottle of soju in front of him and a bowl of chips and dip.

“Thank you,” Crypto said, immediately cracking the bottle open.

“You’re very welcome. And anything for the fine lady?”

“Just my usual.” She watched him leave to mix her drink. “He’s like a puppy,” she whispered.

Crypto snorted. The door opened. He froze. Everyone who would come to Elliot’s party was here. No one left to use the bathroom. Tension squeezed his shoulders. He couldn’t deal with anything Revenant would do right now. He couldn’t…

Kubin Blisk entered the room.

Crypto almost breathed a sigh of relief before sucking it back in. Hatred roiled in his gut. How low he had fallen that the sight of a Syndicate higherup brought so much less anxiety than the thought of dealing with Revenant that it felt like relief.

The room grew silent as they realized their Game Master was in the room, as well as another unfamiliar face; an older man missing an eye and had a prosthetic arm. “Hello, Legends,” Kuben greeted. “I thought now would be a good time to introduce you all. This is Walter Fitzroy. He’s going to be our next Legend.”

This far in advance? Horizon was only just introduced to them about one month before the new season started. There was still three months until the next one. Perhaps there was a deal that guaranteed his entry into the Games.

“To celebrate Salvo becoming the seventh planet to join the Syndicate Alliance, Mr. Fitzroy will be joining us next season,” Kuben continued.

Crypto’s skill of always being right was both a blessing and a curse. Of course, he knew ahead of time that Salvo would be joining Syndicate space. It had been in the Syndicate’s internal talk for a while now and it wasn’t a surprise to him; quite frankly it was only a matter of time; it was the closest unruled planet.

“Mingle,” Kuben said, turning back to the door. “Get to know him. We’ll be holding an official welcoming party at a later date.” He left, leaving Fitzroy to grin as he scanned the room, making his way over the Natalie and Renee first.

Well, he had a name. He pulled out his phone and looked it up. Walter Fitzroy, previously part of the largest mercenary group on Salvo; explains why the Syndicate chose him. Joined cage fights at the ripe age of 51 and maintained an impressive win streak of 21.

Loba gave him a few minutes before nudging him. “What do you have?”

Crypto rolled his eyes. “What makes you think I have anything? He only just entered the room.”

She grinned. “Because I know your type.”

He huffed. “Don’t underestimate him.”

“Hmm. That good, huh?” She ate a chip.

“Well, not bad.” He scrolled. “Not like They would let him join just because of connections.” He also ate, would be a shame to let Elliot’s kindness go to waste.

“I suppose not.” She chuckled. “We do pretty well on a team, even if we don’t really like to get our hands dirty.”

He glanced back down at his phone, staring at Fitzroy’s stats. “I get the feeling he does.”

Elliot jogged over to them with a tray full of drinks. He placed Loba’s drink on the table. “Dude, the new guy can drink. Chugged a bottle right off the bat and just ordered a round for the table.”

Good at drinking. Maybe alcoholic. Crypto kept a mental note. He poured himself another glass and sipped at it. Gathering information was comfortable. He was in his element.

“Sounds like someone knows how to party,” Loba said, sipping at her drink.

“Try to remember you’re not at work, Elliot,” Crypto said. “People can get their own drinks.”

Elliot scoffed. “Says the guy who ordered two drinks and a snack.”

He smirked. “Because I’m special.”

“A special kind of asshole.”

“Hello, pups. Walter ‘Fuse’ Fitzroy at your service.”

So, it was their turn to be greeted. Crypto scanned over Fitzroy carefully. There was a long scar going over his left eye, the brunt of it hidden behind the gold eyepatch. His whole arm seemed to be a prosthetic.

Loba smiled. “Loba Andrade.”

Fitzroy tipped his head in respect. “An absolute honor to make your acquaintance, Ms. Andrade.”

She chuckled. “Please, call me Loba.”

“What’s are you doin’ in a corner like this? A fine lady like yourself deserves to be the center of attention.”

Crypto didn’t know if he wanted to laugh or cringe more. He got the feeling Loba was feeling the same way. Instead, she laughed, playing it off. She was a better actor than he. “I was just talking to my friend. He’s a little shy.”

Elliot rolled his eyes. “Are you joking?” Elliot asked. “This guy is not shy! He’s a brat and a bully!”

Crypto scoffed. “Really? Brat? Bully? Are you 12?”

“You see what I mean!”

Fitzroy laughed. “Well, aren’t you an entertaining bunch.” He sat next to Loba and started chatting her up.

“Elliot, I’ll take my drink here.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Alright.” Elliot placed his drinks on the table and left.

Crypto barely paid attention to their conversation. After a few minutes it became evident that Fitzroy’s only concern was attempting to woo Loba. He kept scrolling on his phone, reading up on records of Fitzroy’s, official or otherwise. Seems like he was an old friend with a Salvonian warlord if these forums were to be believed, and those images didn’t seem to be doctored.

The light chattering didn’t bother him too much, but he didn’t pick this corner of the lounge to have people gather. It would be too rude to shoo them away too. He just sipped his drink and ate his chips. Elliot passed by with more drinks when he noticed his bottle getting low. His phone wasn’t enough. Not enough screens. He’d rather be at his setup back at his apartment. Or even his room at the compound, but then Revenant…

Loba stood and scooted past Fitzroy. “Well, I don’t like being tied down.” She winked at them. “If you’ll excuse me.”

He waved bye as she left. Before he could look back down, Fitzroy spoke. “A beaut that one is, eh?” Crass.

Crypto hummed an affirmative and went back to his phone. He predicted Fitzroy would leave once he realized Crypto was not interested in conversation. That was not the case.

“We haven’t been properly introduced.”

“You can call me Crypto.”

“Well, that’s not very friendly.” Fitzroy smiled at him. “I’d like for us to be friends.”

Crypto raised a brow. Fine, he’d humor him. “Hyeon Kim.”

“Lovely name. Walter Fitzroy.”

“I know.” He wasn’t really in the mood to socialize, but now would be a good time to get a feel for the guy. Now that Salvo was under Syndicate control, how loyal was he to them?

Without Loba sitting in between them, Crypto got a good look at Fitzroy’s arm. A high-end prosthetic, a familiar looking model. If he remembered correctly, they were mainly used by demolitionists.

Fitzroy winked at him. “See something you like?”

Crypto raised an unimpressed brow. So, this was how it was going to be. He made a mental note. An indiscriminate flirt, throwing his charm around and seeing where it stuck.

“Your prosthetic. What’s it for?”

He chuckled. “Besides the obvious? Helps me launch my ‘nades farther and with better accuracy.”

“Hm. Just that?” It was very specific; a niche use that meant the man had a very specific fighting style or he could swap it out.

“I reckon I could lift you with it.” He added a wink which had Crypto deflating.

Really? Was this an older way of flirting? Because it was not going to work. Did he flirt like this with everyone? He rolled his eyes. “What are you even in the Games for?” Ah, he hadn’t meant for that last question to come out. Perhaps he was a little drunker than he thought. How many bottles did he have?

“Just a bit of fun, cause a little bit of mayhem.”

“Plenty of other ways to have fun.”

“You seem like an uptight kinda fella.” Fitzroy inched a bit closer. “I could help loosen you up.”

Crypto’s cheeks heated up. He briefly imagined fingers opening him up, long, cold, metal and a rumbling voice sending vibrations to his core. Warmth pooled in his gut. Damn, he was down bad.

Fitzroy took his flushed skin as something that worked in his favor, placing a hand on his thigh. “We could go back to my room for a coldie or two?”

Crypto stared at him incredulously. “You’re easy, aren’t you?” Oh, that was rude. He was definitely drunk.

“You make that sound like a bad thing.” He grinned, putting his hands up in surrender. “Look I’m always looking for a good time and it would be nice if I could share that with you.”

“I’ll have to decline.”

“Suit yourself, but you know where to find me if you ever change your mind,” he winked and got up from the table.

Yeah, Crypto and everyone else in the room. It was a vulgar, frankly disgusting, offer. One that he couldn’t help but consider. He had just been so wrapped up in his emotions, it would be nice to just… escape it for just a bit. It would be nice to have some fun. That was what his fling with Revenant was supposed to be. Fun… He downed his glass and waved Elliot over.

His friend jogged over with a worried expression. “Heyyy! You doing ok over here? Looking a little pink there.”

“Get me something stronger,” he said. “And make sure it’s actually nice to drink.” He’d rather not drink a bitter hard liquor.

“Ok, rude. What happened to me not actually being at work?”

“Be a good host to me then.”

Elliot chuckled. “Finally getting into party mode?”

“Sitting alone in the corner of the room? Yeah, I’m life of the party,” he snarled.

“Good to know you still got some bite.” He turned around and disappeared into the kitchen. When he returned, he came back with an additional unrequested order. Fries. Elliot put them in front of him. “I added some pizzaz for you.” And by pizzaz, he meant cheese, bacon, and a creamy sauce on top.

Elliot knew exactly what to get to make a drunk’s mouth water.

Crypto ate one and held back a moan. “You are amazing.”

Elliot giggled and exaggeratedly flipped his hair. “I know.” He sat next to him.

“Now, I’m only going to give you this drink if you agree to sleep at the compound tonight. I am not letting you go back to the city yourself like this.”

“You are horrible,” he pouted. “You know why I don’t like staying here. And I’m not that drunk.” He was.

Elliot saw right through him. “Drunk enough that you complimented me.”

“Because you make nice drinks.”

“Dude, I only served you bottled soju.”

Crypto nodded. “I like soju.” He reached for the drink.

Elliot kept it out of reach. “You’re going to sleep in your room here, yeah?”

He rolled his eyes. “Fine. Gimme.” He grabbed it when it was within reach. He took a sip of the cocktail; sweet, and he couldn’t taste the alcohol. Dangerous.

Elliot scoffed. “Alright, man. Know anything about the new guy yet?”

“Why does everyone assume that?”

“Because it’s you.”

Crypto huffed. “Strong fighter despite his old age. Flagrant flirt.”

“Oh yeah, I think that guy hit on damn near everyone in the room.”

He chuckled. “Anyone bite?”

“Not from the looks of it, but you know how it is, most of us don’t like others in our business.”

He hummed in agreement, eating more fries.

He and Elliot chatted about nothing in particular, letting the alcohol warm their bellies. They giggled over light gossip, shared snacks, and browsed his phone. He was beginning to feel tired; he got a little too drunk too early. And he felt bad for keeping Elliot from mingling. There were much more entertaining people at the party then him.

“I’m going to turn in for the night,” Crypto said.

Elliot nodded. “Alright, want me to walk with you?”

He waved him off. “I’m drunk, not a child.”

“Go straight to your room, ok?” he said in a mockingly motherly tone.

Crypto rolled his eyes and got up, he wobbled for just a bit. “Yeah. Yeah. Whatever.” Elliot got up and very kindly saw him off at the door. He trudged to the elevator and pressed the button for the Legend quarters.

He was shocked to see Fitzroy up here, putting away boxes. He thought the man was still in the longue mingling. Fitzroy waved to him. He waved back.

“Leaving the party so soon?” Fitzroy asked.

“I could say the same.”

“Well, I have an early day tomorrow and I haven’t settled in yet.”

“Mm.” Crypto approached, leaning a shoulder against the wall and watched Fitzroy move boxes into his room. He did so easily, his flesh arm flexing. Looks like the metal arm wasn’t his only strong one.

Crypto’s eyes lingered more on the metal arm than the flesh. It was easy to imagine them pinning him to the bed. And even easier to imagine different metal arms pinning him to the bed.

Fitzroy chuckled. “You going to help or what?”

“I think I’m too inebriated for that.”

“Then? You want to just watch me unpack?”

He shrugged. “Have anything interesting?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Fitzroy ogled.

He contemplated if fucking Fitzroy would help him get his mind off of Revenant or not. “Give up. You can’t keep up with me, old man.”

“Yeah? Wanna bet?”

“I don’t bet. Betting implies uncertain odds and I always know.” Well, not fucking him certainly wasn’t going to help. If Fitzroy’s dick was good enough, he’d at least get a few minutes of bliss.

“How about you show me how certain you are.” Fitzroy kicked his last box into his room.

“I could,” he contemplated, then frowned. “But I shouldn’t. I have a nasty ex.”

“You said it yourself, they’re an ex, don’t worry about them.” He stepped forward, placing a hand on Crypto’s waist. “Let ol’ Fusey get your mind of ‘em.”

“He might kill you in your sleep if he found out.” Crypto shook his head. “He’d actually kill you in a room full of people if that was the soonest he could get to you.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“He’s literally an assassin.” He looked around, the sudden concern of Revenant seeing this and ripping Fitzroy’s head off becoming more real. No one was in the hall.

“I’ve had a few of those after me before.”

Crypto contemplated. Was it worth it? Well, what did he care? He rolled his eyes and grabbed the collar of Fitzroy’s shirt. “Your funeral.” He pulled them into Fitzroy’s room and pressed him up against the wall. “If you value your life, you will value discretion, understood?”

“Absolutely.” He pulled Crypto’s hips closer.

Crypto allowed it. “You will not initiate again. This will not become a regular thing.”

“Fine by me.”

Revenant better not find out, otherwise they both might just die. Crypto shut the door and pushed Fitzroy onto the bed, straddling his waist. “I’m gonna wring you dry, old man.”

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