#( so i saw this on my way to c/p guys and i was like lit up )

[her-power]

The End of All Things (Part Four: e.m. x fem reader)

TRIGGER WARNING & C/W: 18++++ MDNI!!! Sweet! Eddie, hurt/comfort, grief, talk of grief, fluff, heavy drug use, suicidal thoughts, talk of death/dying, lots of crying, lots of swearing, some smut, unprotected p+v, trauma

Part One: Denial Part Two: Anger Part Three: Bargaining

Summary: Relationships are tested, choices are made, words hurt, and you might end up kicking Eddie Munson's ass. Full plot summary is on part one of this series.

Word Count: 8.6k

A/N: I also submitted an original sketch in this part. It's been years since I have drawn something so it's not great and I fucking forgot how hard it is to draw hands and draw a person lmao but I wanted to give you guys a little added bonus to this series.

A/N #2: This part was a bit rough for me to write, but also super healing in a way. I felt like I was looking into the eyes of all of my friends as I was writing this and just remembering things after so many years since losing my mom. Part Five will be released after the holidays, I need a bit of a break to be with my family and be prepared for the griefy feels. I love you all, thank you for giving me a platform to be creative and to heal. <3

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Eddie was pacing in the break room of the record store; inhaling deeply on his cigarette as he tried to gather his thoughts. The trip back home was uneventful, you had stayed at the Inn in Philadelphia for a night again. He had noticed a change in you after the cemetery. It was subtle changes; you would be unusually quiet, but then you would snap out of it and that big, beautiful smile he loved so much would appear. You were tired a lot; Eddie had noticed the bags under your eyes as the weeks went by. He knew you weren’t sleeping. Even when he would stay in the same bed as you, he knew you only pretended to be asleep. When you thought he was asleep, he would hear you rummage around in the kitchen, or go sit out on the porch, smoking a joint. 

Then it hit the two-month mark, and you were starting to terrify him. Summer was almost over, you had lost interest in things you loved to do, like painting, singing, reading. You would go to work, come home, stay awake, sleep, and then go to work again. 

Eddie would try to get you to talk to him, but you would shut down, blocking out anything and everything around you. 

He plops on the chair, his leg bobbing nervously, cigarette dangling out of his mouth. He stood up and started pacing again, he couldn’t sit. 

Eddie had called the realtor two weeks ago; she had a kind voice and gave him useful information and advice when it came to potentially buying a house. He was also curious why there weren’t any hits on the house, it had been on the market for a while and parts of it had been redone but no one was interested in buying it. She told him it was a mystery to her as well, there was nothing aesthetically wrong with the house, the foundation was perfect, the roof was brand new, but no one seemed to care for it. The owners had lowered their price five thousand dollars under the asking price, and there was still no jump. 

He had been saving money here and there for a couple years; he would call it his emergency fund. But when he had saw how you looked at your childhood home, how your eyes lit up with nostalgia and joy, he knew what he had to do. 

He was doing everything in his power to get enough money for the down payment on the house; he had mentioned the plan to your father. Eddie had thought he would think he was crazy, that neither one of you could afford to live in a house, let alone a mortgage. Instead, he asked Eddie how much he needed. Eddie didn’t want anything, he told him, just support. Your father then said something to him that he will never forget. 

“I have two loves in my life: my wife, and my daughter. Some people aren’t lucky enough to have that happen to them. Some dad’s leave, some do stupid shit and some die. I love my daughter with all my heart, but I don’t want her to feel stuck here. I don’t want her to worry about me or worry about what my future holds. I don’t want her to stop her life because her mother died. I’m gonna be okay. I’m going through it, and I’m always going to, but I’m okay. I’m practically an old man, I lived my life, and it was beautiful. It’s still beautiful, but I’m not gonna fully rest until I know that my daughter will be okay. And if she stays here, she won’t be.” He swallows, taking off his glasses to clean the lenses. “Now, I’m asking you how much you need not as a charity. But as a man, looking at a kid I watched grow up to become a man and fall in love with my daughter, who has been by her side through all of this. Wiped her tears, fed her, laugh with her. My daughter loved that house, and the fact that you didn’t even hesitate to call the realtor speaks volumes just what kind of man you are. You want to see her happy, and you are a big part of her happiness. I couldn’t have asked for a better man to love my daughter. I know her mother would agree. So, you’re gonna tell me a number, and I’m gonna do my best to give it to you. Don’t fight me on this.” 

Eddie had almost sobbed right there; it was one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to him. He told him a number, and your father said to give him two weeks. Part of him still didn’t want to take it, but he knew if he didn’t, your father would give the whole thing to the realtor. 

He had lit up another cigarette and blew his bangs out of his face. He had called you a few hours ago; you had the day off and planned on taking a nap. Eddie had told you he had found this certain type of acrylic paint you had needed and asked if he wanted to pick it up for you. You had thanked him but said no, and the rest of the phone call was uncomfortable silence. 

“Munson!” Sully’s booming voice comes echoing into the break room. 

Eddie sighs. “What?” 

Sully peeks his head in, his large frame would intimidate most people, especially since he had an enormous throat tattoo, but Sully was a big teddy bear. He was a businessman second, and a father to two beautiful little girls first. “You good, kid?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He inhales on his cigarette and puts it out in the ashtray.

“Any word from her?” Sully was asking about you, and Eddie had told him he spoke to you a while ago. “How’s the money saving going?” 

Eddie had told Sully about his plans, and he was more than onboard with it. He said he was close to the owner of the record store on Newbury St in Boston, that he had put in a good word for him, and the owner was more than happy to welcome him into the store when he was ready. The record store in Boston was two floors, both floors had rows of records, and the bottom floor had a little sound stage where locals would perform for a monthly open mic night. 

Eddie had gone back on the floor with a tote of jazz vinyls, he sat in the aisle and organized the records by artist. Robin had come to visit, had sat on the floor with him, passing him each artist he asked for. 

“I’m worried about her.” Robin says suddenly, looking up to meet Eddie’s eyes. Eddie glances at her and goes back to moving around the vinyls, swallowing hard. 

“Me too.” Eddie says softly. 

“Has she said anything? When I saw her at the Hideout last week, she looked like a walking zombie for Pete’s sake.” Robin looks up at him, he shook his head, staring at his hands, the skull ring on his middle finger. He fingers it gently. “Are you alright, man?” 

“Not really.” He laughs tiredly and looks at her. “She won’t talk to me about how she’s feeling. She’ll talk to me about everything else but that.” 

“What happened at the cemetery?” She asked gently. 

Eddie shakes his head, running his hands over his face. “A breaking point, I think.” 

“Jesus.” She mutters. “What do we do? Intervention? Get a priest? I don’t know how this shit works; I’ve never had someone close to me die before. Is there a rule book? Do we just not say anything and let her be stubborn and just slowly disappear until she’s whittled down to nothing, and we just glue her back together and tell her we love her but what if at that point it’s too late and we can’t—"

Eddie kneels in front of Robin, gently holding her face. “Hey, breathe, dude. Deep breaths.”

“I don’t want anything to happen to her.” Robin tells him quietly, her eyes filling with tears as she looks at her friend. “Why did this have to happen?” 

Eddie caresses her head, gently patting her and pulls her in for a hug. “I don’t know.” He mutters. He was so tired of saying it, tired of saying he didn’t know, because it sounded so fucking simple, but it wasn’t. 

“Why doesn’t she want to talk to us? We’re her friends, she shouldn’t have to suffer alone.” Robin looks up at him and he sighs, gently knocking her chin. 

“I’m going over there after work. I don’t care if she hates me, I need to at least get an idea of what’s going on.” He leans back against the shelves, leaning his arms on his bent knees and Robin wipes her face. 

“How are you holding up?” Eddie looks at her. “With all of this? Losing her too?” 

Eddie gives her a sad smile. “Would you believe if I told you I was fine?” 

“No.” She smirks at him. 

“It’s a surreal feeling honestly.” He realizes he hasn’t spoken about this with anyone, even you. “The only time I ever experienced some sort of loss was when my dad went to prison, but fuck him, he can rot there for all I care. But he’s still alive, she’s not. I’m still trying to process how someone can be here one minute, living, breathing, and then just be…dead.” He shrugs, realizing he’s crying and quickly wipes his tears away, he almost laughs. “See? I don’t even notice I’m crying, it’s stupid.” 

“No, it’s not.” Robin says, reaching over to squeeze his knee. “You’re going through it too.” 

“Yeah, but I feel like I shouldn’t.” He sniffles, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. “She wasn’t my mother.” 

Robin gives him a sweet smile. “No, but she was the next best thing to you.” 

He sighs, shaking his head, another tear falls down his cheek. “There’s just so much pain in her. I can feel it.” 

He points to his heart, “I see how much pain she’s in and I want to take all of it, so she doesn’t have to, I’d rather suffer with it for the rest of my life, then watch someone like her go through that when she didn’t deserve it. Her mother didn’t deserve to die. I guess no one does, even the shitty ones.” 

“Nah, the shitty ones deserve it.” Robin laughs and Eddie chuckles. “You really love her, huh?” 

Eddie nods and he sighs, looking into her eyes. “I have to tell you something.” 

Eddie tells her his entire plan, about the house, about your father helping him with some of the down payment. He told her about going to see your childhood home, how it’s been on the market since June, and no one is interested. He told her that if his plan works, he’s gonna ask you to marry him the first night you sleep in the house, and that was the first time he has said it out loud. Robin cried happy tears, followed by punching him in the arm. 

“You guys are leaving me!” 

“Ow!” Eddie laughs, rubbing his arm. “It’s not even set in stone yet.”

“Dude, you know it’s gonna be!” Robin smiles, pulling him in for a hug. “I’m happy for you, but I’m gonna fucking miss you, man.” 

Eddie kisses the top of her head, rubbing her shoulder. “Yeah, I’ll miss you too.” 

“Steve is gonna be devastated.” 

“Nah he’ll be fine.” Eddie jokes. “Yeah, I know. His little boy is growing up.” 

“That sounds so gross when you say it like that.” 

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Eddie had driven to your house after closing the store; your car was still in the driveway and the outside lights were on. Your father had gone to Jimmy’s for the weekend, and he had called Eddie at the store to make sure he planned on going over there. Your father didn’t say it, but he was worried about you too. 

Eddie walks into the house, hearing the television playing in the living room. He peeks his head into the living and sees your form curled up on the couch, a knitted blanket over you with your hood over your head. It was freezing in the house, Eddie had saw you set the air conditioner to 60 degrees. The only source of light was from the television, it was nick at nite and I Love Lucy was playing. Eddie notices the three empty beer bottles on the coffee table, a half smoked joint, and a bottle of aspirin. He quietly clears the table, dumping out the remaining beer from the bottles in the sink and tossing them in the recycling. He washes his hands and heads back to the living room; he squats on the side of the couch where you were laying, leaning forward to kiss your cheeks softly and caress your head. You stir, opening your eyes, meeting Eddie’s and you smile softly. 

“Hey baby.” Eddie says sweetly to you, rubbing your cheek. 

“Hey.” Your voice is groggy, and you sit up a little, stretching. “What time is it?” You pull your hood down, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. 

“A little after ten. Go back to sleep, I just wanted you to know I was here.” He kisses the top of your hand, and you lean into him to kiss his lips. 

“No, it’s okay, I feel like I haven’t seen you.” You lay back on the couch pillow, reaching out your hand to cup his cheek. Eddie put his hand over yours, and scans your face, he hated how tired you looked. Your hair was in a messy braid over your shoulder, you looked like you had been crying for hours before he got there. 

And your eyes.

Eddie inhales a shaky breath as he looks in your eyes and sees that the light that was once there, was gone. You notice his staring. 

“What?” You ask with a smile. 

“Nothing.” He shakes his head, getting up and sitting next to you, lifting your legs to drape them over his lap. “I just missed you today.” 

You smile, reaching over to entwine your fingers. Eddie leans his head back on the couch, gently rubbing massaging circles around your thighs as you both stare at the television. 

Eddie feels you shudder under his touch, so he stops. 

Apparently, you didn’t want him to stop, because the next thing that happens is you straddling him, pressing your lips to his in a passionate kiss. He holds your waist tightly and groans when you grind yourself against his jeans. You pull off your hoodie, wearing only a lace bra and you deepen the kiss again. 

Talk to her, idiot! Eddie is saying to himself, and he moans in response when your teeth graze his throat. She knows exactly what she’s doing, she’s avoiding, she knows how she looks, stop kissing her and talk to her! 

Eddie’s conscious screams at him but he continues to kiss you, continues to touch your skin. His skin prickles with goosebumps when your hand touches his stomach above his jeans. Your hand slides down into his pants, grasping his hard length in your hand and Eddie moans loudly.  

You’re a stupid fuck! Snap out of it, dummy! 

“Wait, wait, wait.” Eddie finally says breathlessly against your lips. “Stop, stop.”

You pull away from him, removing your hand as if it burned. You stare at him with confusion and concern that you may have hurt him. Eddie runs his hands over his face, leaning forward on his knees. “We need to talk.” 

“Don’t like that.” You say softly, laughing a little, your heart was racing. 

“No, it’s not that kind of talk.” Eddie gives you a sad smile, taking your hand in his and rubbing his thumb over your skin. “You’re starting to scare me.” 

You pause, staring at his face. “What? What do you mean?” 

Eddie looks at you, really looks at you. “You know what I mean.” 

You pull your hand away from his and he sighs, he can already feel you pulling away, he can see it in your eyes too. “Eddie, I’m fine.” 

Frustration rose in his chest, and he wants to laugh but he doesn’t, he scoffs instead. “Is that a lie you’re telling me or telling yourself? Do you really think you’re fine?” 

She blinks, her eyes already widening with tears. “I’m not lying, Eddie.” 

“When was the last time you ate? When was the last time you did something you actually enjoyed? Because for two months, you have been disappearing in front of my eyes.” His own tears were filling his eyes, and he blinks them away. “You need to talk to me.” 

“And say what? What do you want me to say, Eddie?” You raise your voice. 

“Fucking anything!” He gets up from the couch and paces. You watch him with sad eyes. “Jesus Christ; I know you’re hurting; I know you’re in pain, I can clearly see that but all I’m asking is for you to talk to me. I told you I’m here for you, but instead you’re pushing me away!” 

“Okay. You want me to talk? Let’s talk.” Your bottom lip trembles as you look up at him and toss your hoodie back over your body. “Every single damn day I am praying that I don’t wake up in this life, and I wake up in the next because I am tired. I am so tired, Eddie. When I sleep, I don’t feel this fucking throbbing pain in my chest like I feel right now. When I sleep, I have dreams instead of nightmares now and I see her. I see her and she’s alive and I want to stay there. I physically cannot stand to look at myself in the mirror because of how fucked up I look. I don’t tell you these things because it’s not your fucking job to heal me, it’s no one’s job.” 

Eddie stands there stunned, his fingers clench around his chest, a lump forms in his throat, and a breath escapes him. “You’re telling me, that every day you pray you don’t wake up? How the fuck do you think that makes me feel?!” 

“You wanted to talk!” You snap at him. “You wanted the truth so I’m telling you!”

Tears form in his eyes as he stares at you. “Do you have any idea what that would do to me if I lost you? I mean, fuck, I feel like I’m almost there just by how you’ve been lately. It would destroy me if something happened to you. It would kill me. And you pray for that every day?”

You stand up from the couch, grabbing the joint from the table and lighting it quickly; you inhale and let the smoke billow from your nostrils. “I don’t want to die Eddie.” 

“Then what the fuck are you saying to me?!” He yells, tears spilling from his eyes. 

“I’m saying I don’t want to feel this pain anymore! If I could cut it out of me without bleeding out I would do it! If I could swallow a bunch of pills just to get rid of it and be okay, I would do it! I don’t want to die; I want to kill this part of me that feels all this pain and guilt and fucking grief and just be done with it!” You yell at him, hot tears stream down your face. “So yeah, I pray for it.” 

Eddie runs his hands over his mouth, a small sob escaping him as he stares at you. “Why haven’t you told me this?” His voice is so full of pain, it kills you. 

“Because it’s not your job to heal me.” 

“It is if I want to spend the rest of my life with you!” He cries and your breath hitches. “Fuck! I want it all with you. I want you; I want the marriage, I want those babies with you, I want a fucking house in the suburbs with a damn dog! Hell, maybe even a cat. But I meant it when I said that when I look to the future, you’re in it. And right now; I feel like you’re telling me you don’t want any of that.” 

“Of course, I do.” You say quietly, averting your eyes, wiping away your tears. 

“I don’t think you do.” Eddie’s hand goes over his heart again, feeling it slowly break. 

“You’re not inside my head, okay?” You snap at him and point to your temple. “It’s a fucking mess in here. Why would you want to be with someone for the rest of your life who can’t even take a shower? Who has a devil and angel on her shoulder, one telling her it’s okay to feel all this pain and the other telling her, grab those drugs from a few months ago! You won’t feel a goddamn thing!”

“Hold on a minute, you told me you didn’t have any left.” He was big mad; you could see it in his eyes. 

“I lied.” You meet his eyes, and he lets out a laugh. 

“I know exactly what you’re trying to do and hate to break it to you, sweetheart. It’s not gonna work.” He wipes his eyes and his nose. “Did you do it?” 

“No.” You whisper. 

“Go get it then.” Eddie sneers and you look at him like he slapped you. “If you want to do it, numb your pain that way, fucking doit. I’ll do it with you. It will be a Kodak fucking moment.”

“No. Eddie what the fu—" 

“Why? You want to kill that part of yourself, right? Why don’t you kill it slowly with the drugs? Better yet, I’ll go find the guy that supplied the shit that I had, and I’ll go on a fucking ride.” He heads towards the door, tears still running down his face, his eyes wild. You follow him and grab his arm. 

“Eddie, stop it! That could fucking kill you!” 

“Just a small part of me.” Eddie says, his tone cold. 

You let go of his arm, eyes narrowing. “Oh, fuck you!” 

“Stings, doesn’t it?” 

“What are you doing!? Why are you acting like this?!” You yell through your tears. 

“Because you’re not the only one who lost her!” It’s out of his mouth before he could stop himself. Your eyes are wide, glistening with tears. He stares at you, rubbing his palm over his lips. “I cannot imagine the pain you feel right now. But I look at you and I can feel it radiate it from you, every single day. The light in your eyes is gone. And it’s because you choose to suffer with this grief alone.” 

You step back from him, shaking your head as you stare at him. “You know what? You need to go. Get out.” 

“You think I’m gonna leave after what you just told me? You’re out of your mind.” He crosses his arms over his chest. 

“You are a fucking asshole!” Your eyes are wide, wild. You open the front door. “I don’t care if you sleep outside in your van, you need to get away from me!” Tears are pouring down your cheeks as you throw open the front door, you look up at him. “You promised me you wouldn’t push. You promised.” 

“I guess we’re both liars then.” His big brown eyes match your same wild ones, and you squeeze your eyes shut. 

“Please. Just go. Go away.” 

“I’m not leaving you.” Eddie says through his gritted teeth. 

“I want you to! I don’t want to see you! I don’t want to be in the same room as you! Get the fuck out of my house! Get out or I’m calling the fucking cops!” 

He stares at you hard. “You wouldn’t do that.” 

“I wouldn’t? I’ll just say the magic words, town freak, right?” 

His breath hitches and he felt his heart snap in two. Those words have haunted him for five years, and you used it as ammunition, you aimed, and fired. He looks out to his van and then back at you, his face turns from sadness to full on anger. “Fine. Go ahead and suffer alone.” 

He walks away from you, you slam the door shut, and slide down to the floor. Your breathing accelerates and you sob into your hands. You did it, you actually did it. You just took the last ten years, wrapped it up in a ball and threw it in the dumpster. 

Eddie hops into his van, not even bothering to put his seat belt on and peels out of your driveway. He doesn’t even know where he’s going, he just drives. His heart was pounding, behind his eyes stung, he felt like he had his entire body was vibrating. He passes the Leaving Hawkins sign and keeps driving until he’s on a dark stretch of road; he pulls over to the side and turns the car off. He leans his forehead against the steering wheel, his breathing picking up, his hands grip the wheel in a white-knuckle grip. He leans back, punching his dashboard not once, not twice, but three times, and he screams, the sound so guttural, so full of pain, full of anger. “Fuuuuuuck!!!!!!!” 

He sobs, hard. His body trembling as every single emotion that he had bottled up these last few months finally made its way to the surface. He shouldn’t have pushed, he knows that, but he’s glad he did. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have known how bad you were hurting, but it didn’t matter now. You told him to go, so he did.  He takes a cigarette out, lights it and inhales, his breath trembling as the smoke comes out. He didn’t want to feel like this anymore, he needed to feel something else other than this pain, and he felt like a goddamn hypocrite when he turns on the van, driving to Indianapolis to a spot where he knew he’d be able to get rid of his pain.  It didn’t matter now, none of it mattered, he was just pulling the strings to his own destruction. 

He completely disassociated on the ride to the city; he doesn’t even remember putting on music. He goes down a side street, trying to remember if he’s in the right spot, and when he sees the neon BEER sign, he knew he reached his destination. He only knew about this place because of his dad, he had brought him here when he was last out of prison. In every corner of the bar, someone was snorting something, drinking something, smoking something. He parks the van and gets out; as soon as he opens the door to the bar he is hit with aromas of weed, cigarette smoke, and stale beer. It wasn’t that crowded, and Eddie was glad. He sits on the stool at the bar, the bartender was an older woman, maybe in her late fifties, with kind eyes and a sweet smile. 

“What can I get you, honey?” She asks sweetly, placing a napkin in front of him. 

“Whiskey, please, straight.” He hands her a twenty-dollar bill, which she hesitates to take, but does anyway. 

She places the glass in front of him, and he brings the rim of the glass to his lips, knocking the whole thing back. He winces at the bitter taste and twirls his finger around asking for another. She refills his glass, and he nurses this one. 

“You look like you’ve been trekking through a war zone there, sweetheart.” She tells him gently, leaning against the bar, shining a glass. 

Eddie meets her eyes. “I don’t want to talk about it.” 

“I’m not gonna pry, I’m just not sure if you’ve come to the wrong place or the right place.” She gently pats his hand and goes down to the other side of the bar to talk to the other patrons. Eddie glances around the bar, and his eyes fix on a booth in the corner. There’s a man speaking to a woman with their heads bowed, she couldn’t have been much younger than Eddie, she was strikingly beautiful, but had very sad eyes, he notices the exchange. The man had put something in her hand, and she walks away from him, leaving the bar. The man notices Eddie staring and nods at him with a smile, Eddie nods back, looking away from him.  He stares at his glass, twirling it in his fingers, the brown liquid moves side to side as he stares at the glass. He turns his head to look over his shoulder, the man was still there, quietly sipping his beer, looking up at the television that had some sort of sports game on. 

Eddie knocks the rest of his second drink back and gets up from the stool. He feels the hair prickle on the back of his neck as he walks towards the man. The man looks at him and smiles, leaning back in his seat. He looked like a washed-up version of Robert DeNiro, a little intimidating, otherwise he seemed nice. 

Eddie takes out his hand and the man takes it. “Hi, I’m Eddie.” 

“Leon.” He sounded southern, Eddie thought. “What can I do for you?” 

“I don’t know, what do you got?” Eddie asks, already feeling the effects of the drugs that he didn’t even take yet. That’s how much he loved it the first time he tried it, and that was by accident. Again, it didn’t matter anymore. 

Puppet. 

“Uppers, downers, china white—"

Pulling the strings.

“How much for the China white?” 

Destruction. 

Eddie had driven back to the county line outside of Hawkins and had parked in an abandoned fishing spot. The only source of light was from the moon reflecting off the pond, and he opens the square. Leon had told him that if he wasn’t going to shoot it, he’d have to go slow, a small bump. Eddie hated needles, despite having all his tattoos, he couldn’t understand how someone could willingly stick a needle in their arm. 

You’re about to snort it, you stupid fuck. What’s the difference? It’s still heroin.

Eddie takes a cassette from under his seat, he didn’t even bother to look at who the artist was, he was gonna throw it out anyway. He sprinkles a little bit of powder on it, no bigger than his fingernail and takes a rolled-up dollar bill. With no hesitation, he’s snorting it into his air ways. He grunts, his nostrils stinging, and a wave of nausea hits him. The cassette tape falls out of his hands, and he feels the vomit hit the back of his throat. He pushes his door open with his shoulder, vomiting all over the ground. He leans his body onto the door panel, wiping his mouth, coughing a little and that’s when he feels it. His eyes flutter close, and he feels a smile grace his lips. 

“Oh shit.” He whispers, feeling the euphoria coursing through his blood stream, his nervous system, everywhere. He tries to think of something, think of you, think of her, and he felt nothing. Puppet. Strings. Destruction. He practically drags himself into his driver seat and slams his door. He reaches for the bag of powder, blindly finds the dollar bill and snorts again. He laughs when he lifts his head up, it falls back onto the headrest. Before he knew it, it was all gone and he was smoking a cigarette, his eyes half lidded, his head nodding to the side. He would jump awake, inhale on the cigarette and nod out again. He was just resting his eyes, he told himself. 

When he opens his eyes again, he’s in your driveway. He sits up straighter, seeing that it was still dark outside. How the fuck did I get here? He pushes the front door open and practically falls out. He holds his head, the sudden pressure from getting up too fast making him dizzy as he stumbles onto your front porch, pushing your door open. He calls your name, but you don’t answer. He notices the stillness as he stood there, noticing all the lights were off, there was no sound. He suddenly felt sober, and his feet take him to the center of your living room. The light from the bathroom came through the door that was ajar, and all he hears is the sound of his own breathing and his footfalls. 

He pushes the door open slowly with his palm, the hinges squeaking, and he sees you lying there. You’re on your back, your head tilted to one side, arms splayed out, unmoving. 

A groan escapes him, a sound that started from the very depths of his soul. His body falls against the door, and he falls to his knees. His body felt stiff as he crawled to you, hot, angry tears were pooling from his eyes. 

“Nooo…” He groans, his hand shaking as he turns your face, your eyes in a fixed stare. He inhales deeply, cupping your face. You just have to kiss her, and she’ll wake up. That’s all, like Snow White and Sleeping Beauty. 

Eddie kisses your lips gently, his tears falling to your cheeks, and he lifts his head. You still lay there unmoving, no breath from your lips. His mouth falls open in a gasp as he looks at you, and his body shakes with sobs. He stares at your face, he couldn’t understand what was happening, why this was happening. 

“Please come back to me, please. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything I said, please.” He cups your face, smoothing back your hair; you were so cold. “Just wake up now, and we can start over, that’s all. Just wake up…please!!!”  He cries and cradles your limp body to him, trying to figure out something, anything that will get you to wake up. He kisses your cheeks, your hair, your forehead. 

His head falls back, and a loud, guttural wail escapes his lungs. “Nooooooo!!!” 

“Nooooo!” Eddie screams himself awake. The sun was beating down on him in the van as he catches his breath, looking around, panic and fright in his wide brown eyes. He was still parked at the pond. He feels bile rise in his throat and barely gets the door open before he’s violently vomiting on the ground. His vomit from the night before inches from where he stood. He wipes his mouth, his skin sweaty, damp. He squints in the sunlight and holds his stomach. He was still high, but functional, his logical part of his brain working faster than it did last night. 

“Fucking idiot, Munson.” He says to himself, and then he remembers his dream. A breath is caught in his throat, and he scrambles himself back in the van, he starts it up, throwing it into reverse and speeds out of there. He was dry heaving on the way to your house, having to stop only once to pull over and vomit again. 

He almost forgets to put the van into park when he screeches into your driveway. He almost falls out and scrambles up the steps, your door was unlocked. He doesn’t bother closing it when he runs in and shouts your name. His blood ran cold when he didn’t get a response from you, and he screams your name again. He runs into the living room, his breath caught when he sees that the bathroom door is ajar like in his dream. His heart pounded and he felt his hands shake: it was just a dream, it wasn’t real. Just a dream. 

The door squeaks open, and you walk out, towel drying your hair from taking a long hot shower. A whimper escapes his lungs, and he startles you. 

The towel falls from your hands as you stare at him and he stares at you, he’s looking at you like he’s seeing a ghost. You immediately notice his features, his pale face, his eyes wide with panic, almost black. He was sweaty, and your hand goes to your mouth to hold back your cry, you knew immediately what he had done and part of you felt responsible. 

There was desperation on both of your faces, and the two of you crash into each other, sobbing and holding each other. Eddie holds your face in his hands, kissing you over and over, his tears mixing with yours. 

“You’re here.” He kept saying and you weren’t sure why. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” He cries holding your face and you shake your head, sputtering, you can feel your face flush as you caress his face, his hair, staring into his eyes. 

“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have had you leave. I didn’t do the rest of the drugs, I got rid of them, I flushed them. I didn’t do them, I swear.” Panic is in your voice, and he holds onto your waist tightly as you keep touching him, keeping him upright. 

Eddie feels his heart split in two and feels the guilt bubbling up in his chest as his head falls to your shoulder and he sobs. You hold him there, rubbing the back of his head as you both sobbed. “I fucked up last night, I’m so sorry. But I needed to not feel anything. I thought it didn’t matter, I thought I lost you forever and I couldn’t…couldn’t handle losing another person, I couldn’t handle that pain. There’s so much of it and I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.” 

You pull away and hold his face, shaking your head as you give him a small smile. “We have to feel it, I realized that after you left last night. That’s one of the only ways that lets us know that she was real, that the pain is real; that our love is real.” 

“How do you not hate me?” His lip trembles. “After everything I said, after what I did.” 

“Because I love you. No matter what and that’s a hard fucking pill to swallow when you realize how much you love a person, even when you’re so fucking angry at them.”

You run your thumb along his lips, and he smiles softly. “When you left last night, I wanted to die. I was awful to you, I pushed you away because I thought your life would be a lot less chaotic without me in it. And then…” You inhale deeply, your voice shaking. “Then I felt her. I felt this warmth, this blanket of pure comfort and I just let it consume me. Everything poured out, I thought my guts were gonna shut down and I would be stuck in a loop of constant tears forever, but I let her in, and she stayed awhile.” 

Eddie laughs a little as tears continue to fall from his eyes, he caresses your face, your hair and kisses you softly. “I love you.” He whispers to you. 

“I know.” You smirk up at him, wiping away his tears. 

He kisses you again, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, letting out a sigh of relief. You hold him tight, rubbing his back and arms. 

He takes a shower soon afterwards; scrubbing the last night away until his skin felt raw, and he swore he rubbed off most of his chest tattoos. He finds you in your room, and he walks in with no shirt, and just his jeans. His wet curly hair stuck to his chest. You’re sitting upright, sketching in what looks like your mother's sketch pad. 

He sits on the edge of your bed, glancing down at the book. “You’re sketching?” 

You look up at him and smile; you were just doodling. Some wildflowers, eye shapes, your hands. You didn’t feel ready to paint yet, and you forgot how much you loved to sketch. You couldn’t force yourself to be happy, but you could try to be a bit more human. 

You feel his eyes on you and look up again. He’s smiling that sweet smile, his dimples large. He still looked a little high, but he was less sweaty, less jumpy. He wasn’t entirely sure how he was going to feel once it was completely out of his system. Would it hurt? He wondered. But he realized he didn’t care if it did, he deserved to feel that pain.

You close the sketch pad and put it on your nightstand, you scoot closer to him, you drape your legs on either side of him while he kneeled. His hand reaches up to caress your face, your lips, and you pull his mouth towards yours in a sweet kiss. You lay back, taking him with you, he cups your face, his other hand going to your leg to hook around his waist, the kiss deepening. His lips travel to your throat, leaving a soft trail of kisses there and to the center of your chest. You sigh lovingly at his touch, and he lifts up your shirt, leaving soft kisses on your tummy, around your navel and ribs. He feels you shudder at his touch, and he pulls you up, peeling your shirt over your head. You were naked underneath, and he kisses you again. The tips of his fingers glide up your arm, leaving goosebumps to prickle on your skin. You grip his forearm, and gently move your fingers up and down as he kisses your neck, slowly moving down, leaving soft kisses around your breasts, and taking your nipple into his mouth, gently sucking. Your back arches and you moan; he goes to your other breast, gently kissing and sucking. His hand travels down your belly while he teases your nipples, and he snaps the button of your jeans. He meets your lips passionately again, grunting softly as his hand slides down over your sex and fingers your clit generously. You arch your hips, and he pulls off your jeans and underwear. He hovers above you after taking off his own jeans and rubs your face. He leans down to kiss you, his lips soft. You let out a moan and he grunts when you feel him push himself inside you, your back arches at the feeling, a loving sigh escaping your lips. His mouth stays hovered above yours as he thrusts, and you look into his eyes. His fingertips dig gently into your thighs and a throaty moan escapes his lips.  He caresses your face, kissing your lips softly, burying his face in your chest, licking around your nipple again. You grip his shoulders, moaning loud, the sensation of his gentleness, the grinding of his hips, was enough to get you to scream. Your orgasm was building in your lower belly, but you didn’t want this feeling to end. You held onto it, and flipped him onto his back, riding him gently, your palms on his chest. Your clit rubs against his pelvis, and your head falls back in a whimper. He holds your hips, his head arching back against the pillow. He sits up, holding him to you in the butterfly position, his arms tightly around your middle, his lips against your breast. The tingles in your belly grow, and you clench around him, your head falls back as you cry out in pleasure, your orgasm causing every part of your body to tremble, and tears spring to your eyes. He groans against you as he orgasms soon after you, he holds you to him, still catching up on your breathing and you look into his eyes. His hand caresses your cheek, and he kisses you gently. You push yourself off him so you’re sitting more in his lap, pressing your forehead against his and he hugs your waist.

Staring into his big brown eyes, you give him a soft smile, gently petting his face. “From now on, we need to be honest with each other. No more secrets.”

He shakes his head, smiling at you. “No more secrets.”

“I’m not okay, Eddie.” You tell him quietly, your eyes filling up with tears, he tightens his hold. “And I won’t be for a long time. When she died…I think, I think a part of me did too. That’s where that pain is.” You press your hand over your heart, and he gently kisses the center of your chest. “They say there’s stages of this grief, but I think they’re full of shit. I think you go through each stage, over and over and over again. It’s constant, like a running stream. And I know you’re not okay, either. You were right when you said that I’m not the only one who lost her—”

“Sweetheart, that was—”

“Let me finish.” You smile at him, kissing his nose and he stares into your eyes. “I’m not the only one that lost her. Yeah, I lost the bond that we formed as soon as I was born, I lost the late-night talks and getting my tears wiped away because she was my mother. You lost someone very special to you, someone who showed you love and comfort and a bond that can be so rare to find. I will never take that away from you. Your grief is your grief, not mine. But we can heal together. It's not gonna be easy, it’s gonna be really fucking hard but I plan on doing this with you for the rest of my life. I plan on feeling every single emotion that God or whoever the fuck throws at me, at us. I plan on you being by my side until we’re old, watching our grandchildren grow up, yelling at each other on how to figure out technology because let’s face it, this world is going to be run by machines soon. You are the best thing, the craziest thing, that has ever happened to me, and I’m gonna hold onto that until I can’t anymore.” 

His eyes are filled with tears, and he smiles large, kissing you passionately. You hug him tightly, kissing his cheek before getting off his lap. He lights up a cigarette, inhaling it deeply and stretches. He looks at you with his arm draped over his shoulder, just watching you. He stands up to get dressed but you stop him.

“Wait.” You tell him, grabbing your sketch book. “Stay like that."

"What? Why?” He laughs.

“Shut up, don’t move.” 

He smiles at you and stays still, and you begin to sketch out his form. Eddie suddenly felt shy as he hears your pencil hit the paper, this was such an intimate moment, and he didn’t want to mess it up. You concentrated so hard on what you were doing, and he felt his heart skip a few beats as he watches you, both nude, just the sounds of the creativity coming out of your brain. 

You smiled when you were finished, and Eddie was able to move his limbs, feeling stiff all over. You wipe off the pencil dust and hand it to him. He smiles large, you had captured him so beautifully and he realizes it was true, you saw him for who he truly was. 

Just Eddie. 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Autumn had come out of nowhere, and you wrap your sweater tighter around you as another wave of nausea hits you. You had left work early; it seemed like every twenty minutes you were running to the bathroom to puke your guts out. You tried to think about what you had eaten the night before; was it the chicken? Was it the leftover meatloaf you had made for your father’s birthday? Eddie had been very cryptic lately, and it was starting to piss you off. He would ask you questions about what color paint you’d use to paint a kitchen, hardwood or carpet; you would overhear him talking to your father about stuff that had to do with finances, and your father had a glint in his eyes, and you tried to think of anything that could possibly make sense. The nausea hits you again and you run to the bathroom and vomit hard. You swore there was nothing left in your system to vomit but your body had other plans. You lean against the tub, the coolness of the porcelain an odd comfort against your skin. 

Your eyes land on an unopened box of tampons, and a sudden thought occurred to you. Closing your eyes, you think back to when you last had your period; trying to figure out the math was like trying to figure out a formula with Einstein.  Your eyes snap open; it had been over a month since your last period.

A month. 

Nausea hits you again and you grip the porcelain, preparing for the worst but nothing comes. “There’s no way.” You say to yourself and lift yourself up on shaky legs. 

Grabbing your keys, you rush out the door to your car, and go into a local pharmacy. You take the first test you see, and don’t make eye contact with the cashier as she rings you up.  When you arrived home, you were grateful Eddie was still at work, and your father was finishing up a construction job in Ohio. You rip open the test, reading the directions. 

“Pee on it? How the fuck…” Your eyes squint as you look at the small diagram drawing of how to get coat the test in urine. Groaning, you pull down your pants, and do your business, yelling comedically as you get urine all over your hand trying to match the test up with the stream. The directions said you had to wait three minutes for the results, and you sit on the toilet lid, your leg bopping up and down anxiously as you wait. 

Once the three minutes was up, you don’t look right away. Your arm reaches the sink counter, and you take it, looking down at the tiny window. There were two lines, and you suddenly forgot what that meant. You scramble to dig the directions out of the trash, scanning the black ink until you reach the result section. 

One line meant it was negative. 

Two lines meant…

Your hands shake as you stare at the test in your hand, like it was a rare piece of art, and you were trying desperately to see if the picture would move. 

No matter how you look at it, the result is gonna stay the same. 

A smile creeps up on your lips, tears well in your eyes and you cover your mouth with your hand. 

Something happens to you just now; it felt like the Earth shifted right at your feet. Before there was a constant tilt for so many months, now suddenly it was upright. Everything seemed brighter, you felt a dull ache in your chest, but it wasn’t pain, no, it was something different. 

Something warm. 

There was a human being growing inside you. Yours and Eddie’s baby. Your father’s grandchild, your mother’s grandchild. Yours. A being that had a part of you and a part of the man you loved. Your best friend, your lover, your confidant. 

You were going to be parents. 

You were going to be a mother. 

[in-the-name-of-styles]

Need You.

Author’s Note: Hello! After answering tons and tons of asks, and explaining how Tumblr had deleted the second part “Please Stay” to my one shot named “Only If” for god knows what reasons. I had to do this for you guys. I stopped writing years ago, and but kept my masterlist open for you to come and read my writings whenever you wish to. Trust me, this was so effing difficult for me to do! but I’m kind of proud that I removed the time and managed it. but let me inform you it’s not the same, because I do not remember what happened in the original one clearly. I hope this is a better and hopefully more well-written (amongst my other writings *cringe*) version of the old one.

It’s not proof read. I haven't edited it, so I’m sorry in advance for the typos. 

So, guys, gals and non-binary pals, I present to you (apology for it being light years late) the part two to your favourite little creation of mine “Only If”, with a new identity... please welcome “Need You”!

Do let me know how it makes you feel in the ask box or comment section. I love reading them. Happy Reading!

Word Count: 5K

Warnings: tons of angst with tons of fluff, sensitive harry???? (or do you guys call it sub!harry nowadays??) anyways it’s a cute!harry :P !

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It’s been four hours, and you still weren’t back. Though it wasn’t new for you to go for a drive after an argument with him, you often came back within an hour or two. The blizzard outside was making Harry quite anxious. Even though the fight was extreme, he wanted you back safe and sound. He now realised how harsh he was on you. You didn’t intentionally leak the song. It was a mistake and it could happen to anyone, himself included. He felt guilty over the way he yelled at you; it wasn’t like him to react like that.

Suddenly, Harry felt the need to do something special for you. Though he planned on apologising to you verbally, he wanted his actions to prove it too. He made his way to the kitchen to cook you your favourite meal. He got a hold of his phone and switched on the playlist which include all the songs both of you enjoyed. the sound of the vessels clucking against each other minimised over the song playing on through the speakers.

A smile lit up on his face as he reminisced back to the moment when you were dancing to this song while making the two of you breakfast.

FLASHBACK

Harry rubbed his eyes as he walked down the stairs, his dimpled smile already making its appearance when he heard your voice blasting through the kitchen entrance. He didn’t know why you bothered turning the song on so loud, you were anyways going to be louder. He stopped at the kitchen entrance, a silent laugh escaped him as he leaned against the door frame and took in the scene going on in front of him.

“You say you want a good time! Well here I am, baby, here I am, baby” you belted out loud, cheeks turning red with the happiness radiating out of you. You’d decided that the whisk was your microphone of choice with batter stuck to it and everything. You’re moving those luscious hips which drive him crazy right to the rhythm of the song.

“Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me talk to me, tell me what's on your mind!” you missed a note but you don’t care. This scene right in front of him, he wished he could capture and watch it forever. Bruno Mars did bring a wild side out of you, and he couldn’t bring himself to be jealous of the multi-talented singer. He would give anything to see you like this. Knowing you’re the shy type who doesn’t enjoy too much of attention, getting to watch you like this was definitely a sight.

He walked right up to you and wrapped his arms around you slowly. You jumped in a scare, as you were lost in your own world. “Harry! You scared me.” You complained, trying to ignore the blush on you cheeks after you realised he must’ve been watching you from a far.

He nuzzled into your neck and sighed, while pressing a kiss there, “Hmm… I’m sorry, m’love. But you just looked so beautiful I didn’t want to stop you.” He murmured while pressing more kisses to your neck, then trailing them up to your jawline. “Y’ look utterly ravishing right now. Forget pancakes, instead I’ll have you for breakfast.” He smiled and went on to kiss your cheeks. His comments made you smile. He saw his chance and lightly bite the side of your cheek. You squealed and tried to push him away.

“H, stop!” you laughed. He tightened his arms around you and swayed to the beat of the song then went on to sing next lyric “Tell me baby, tell me, tell me baby what you tryna do!” he slightly lifted up your t-shirt and moved one of his hands under it, and muttered, “huh? What are you trying to do to me, baby?” and pressed yet another kiss to your cheek.

“Gosh, your hands are extremely cold!” you gasped. He then turned you around to face him. You instinctively wrapped your arms around him. The two of you smiled quietly towards each other, then he leaned down to kiss you properly. You shifted one of your hands into his the nape of his neck and the other went on to cup his cheek. He moved one of his around your shoulder and the other around your waist. Both of you sighed and bathed in each other’s presence.

“G’morning, froggy” you teased as pulled away first and smiled up at him. He frowned and tutted, then smacked your ass lightly. You always teased him for his morning face, said it looked like a cute frog. He rubbed the area he spanked and quickly pecked you once again before pulling away to look at you.

Brushing away the hair stuck to your face, “Morning, precious. How’re you feeling?” he asked, hugging you towards his chest. Let’s just say the rest of the day went on just like this. Him being needy for your attention, and you loving on him without any hold backs.

END OF FLASHBACK

Right as he was getting ready to plate the dish, the doorbell rang. He smiled, happy to finally have you home. He quickly washed his hands and walked up to the door as he rubbed his hand dry with the towel which was once on his shoulder. He buzzed you in thinking you’ll unlock the main door with the security code. But after two minutes of waiting and not seeing you walk through the door, he turned on the camera above his buzzer to see what was wrong.

He frowned when he saw two police officers standing outside his door. His heart suddenly started racing at rapid speed. He rushed towards the door and unlocked them. Coming face to face with the two sombre looking men, he tentatively asked, “G’ evening, officers. How may I help you?”

The two men exchanged looks and the tall one replied, “Sir, there has been an accident and we found an ID on the victim. Is this Ms. Y/N Y/L/N residence? we’re here to inform you about the unfortunate event.”

“I-I don’t understand? What happened?” he stuttered, his legs almost felt as if they were about to give up.

“Unfortunately, we don’t have much information for you. May we ask what’s your relation to the victim?” the other officer asked, and gave him an apologetic smile.

“Fiancé.” He cleared his throat, trying to calm himself down. He could feel his panic attack rising. “I’m her fian-” he shook his head, “Just tell me where she is please…” he pleaded and quickly put on his shoes. He took his car keys and raced up to his rover.

“She’s over at St. Thomas, Mr. Styles.” The officers had clearly recognised the distressed man. “Here’s her ID. We hope everything is well.”

Harry couldn’t bring himself to thank them as he started his car and backed out of the parking spot. He raced up to the hospital, and once he reached, he ran up to the reception.

“Y-Y/N Y/L/N? S-She just c-came in? I’m her f-fiancé?” He gasped out your name. The lady was busy tending to others to notice him. “Hey! Hey! Please ma’am just tell me where she is!” he was on the verge of weeping in front of her.

The old lady looked at him with a bit of annoyance, “Take a breath, young man. I’m trying my best here!” She walked up to him. “Now tell me, what was her name again?”

“Y/N Y/L/N!” He rushed. He couldn’t stand straight. Once he got what he wanted, he ran towards the elevator, up to the fifth floor. The corridor was busy and he couldn’t care less about pushing people aside. He just wanted to get to you as soon as he could. He found your door and barged in, not caring about the doctors around your bed.

“Y/N!” He rushed to your side, dropping beside your bed.

“Sir you can’t be her-” the male nurse tried to pull him back.

“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry, precious!” He cried, trying to get the man off of him and get back to you. “I’m here now, okay? I’m not going anywhere- GET OFF ME. SHE NEEDS ME!” he yelled pushing the guy away.

“Hey man you’re no good to her at the moment yeah? Let the doctors do their job!” the nurse tried to make him understand while pulling him back yet again. Tears streamed down his face as he tried to reach to you. He sobbed over your state, blood was streaming down your forehead, and all he wanted to do was protect you and wrap his arms around you.

“No I need to be here! Please let me!” he cried. All of sudden a beep brought his cries to a halt. He looked around frantically wanting to know what had happened. “W-What’s wrong?!” he hiccupped.

The doctor and the nurses around him started rushing around the room. He then heard those words which made his heart stop, “She has flat-lined! Someone pass me the defibrillator!” the  doctor raised his voice.

Harry couldn’t believe this was happening. The nurse had enough of the unwilling man and pushed him out the door, “Sir we cannot help her if you’re being difficult. Please calm down and go to the waiting room. We will inform you about her doing as soon as we can.” and then shut the door to his face. Harry could no longer see you. The group of doctors, covered your body.

He slid down the wall next to your door and sobbed into his hands. Only if he would’ve stopped you from leaving. Only if he would’ve told you that he forgives you and that he loved you more than anything. Only if he would’ve let the argument die and kiss you instead. Only if…

Later, the upset man walked himself to the toilet. He caught his reflection in the mirror. He didn’t care about his red swollen eyes, his sweaty forehead and matted hair. The image of you lying on that bed yet again brought tears to his eyes. The thought of you not making it made him retch and he rushed into one of the restrooms. He dry-heaved and cried. Once he was able to breathe, he took out his phone.

Sniffling as he dialled the only number he could think of, The voice on the other side made him breakdown. “Mum I-” he couldn’t complete his sentence, as he tried to wipe his eyes.

“Harry? Darling what’s wrong?!” she asked shocked at her son’s rapid breathing.

“Y/N s-she is- Mum I can’t lose her. I’m such an idiot. I shouldn’t have let her leave. What if she doesn’t make it?” He wept while running his sticky fingers through his hair.

“Love, what-” she tried to ask him, but he cut her off.

“What if she…What if she dies, mum?” he cried and coughed.

His mother had figured out by now that you were not okay, and might be admitted in the hospital. She tried to calm her son through the phone. Unfortunately, she wasn’t near him and by the time she would reach it might not be enough. So she did the only thing she could once Harry hung up the phone, she rang up his friends.

Harry sat himself down on one of the wating room chairs. No one was telling him anything, he had no idea how you were doing or if you were okay. He was out of tears, and soon enough the exhaustion took over him. He didn’t even realise when he had fallen asleep until he felt a hand brush the back of his head. He opened his eyes and saw his two friends crouching in front of him.

“Hey buddy…” Louis smiled softly. Harry jolted back up, and got up to run towards your room. But before he could stand up straight Mitch stopped him. “H, they just came in here to inform us about her condition.”

“How’s she? Is she okay? Is she awake? She needs me, I need to be beside her.” He rushed. His two close friends, tried to calm him down.

“They said she’s stable now, mate. But we aren’t allowed to meet her yet, okay?” Louis stated.

Harry took deep breaths and looking at their extremely destressed friend, Louis pulled him into a hug. Getting the comfort he desperately needed, Harry started sobbing again. He was tired of crying but he couldn’t bring himself to stop.

“Everything is going to be okay, Harry. She’s our little tigress, she’s going to pull through, yeah?” Mitch ran a hand drown his friend’s shoulder. Harry nodded lightly and tried to slow down his heart.

48 Hours Later

It’s been two days, yesterday Harry was allowed to visit you since they moved you out of the ICU. Thankfully, your internal recovery was rapid, and you could wake up anytime. He was getting a bit impatient. He wanted to see you open those shiny eyes and look at him the way you always did, with so much love that made him giddy and flustered. These past two days he’s been talking to you, continuously apologising for his behaviour, and how he’s going to make up for everything that went wrong. You just had to come back to him.

“and then Louis got frustrated because Mitch was not answering him. But that’s Mitch for you, right?” he slightly smiled and ran the hand which wasn’t holding you hand, through your hair. “You’re going to hate your hair, once you wake up. You always like them a certain way, don’t you? But don’t you worry, I’ll help you wash your hair as soon as you wake up and come back home.” He stated and kissed your hand. He was silent for a while, just continued to run his hand through your hair.

“You’re going to come back to me, right precious?” he asked quietly, “Why aren’t you waking up, huh? Your froggy needs you to open your eyes....” he continued, as he forced a laugh out of his throat which had a huge lump in it. His eyes turned misty as he continued, “I hate it here. Seeing you like this is a nightmare. I miss you so much. I miss you calling me annoying little names. I miss you smacking me when I’m being a narcissistic little prick. I miss your voice. I miss everything about you, and even though it’s just been two day, I feel like it’s been forever. Wake up, baby. Please…” he pleaded.

As the day turned into night, Harry decided to stay back. He asked for an extra blanket and a pillow for his makeshift bed on the couch. He didn’t know why he bothered because he spent the entire night sitting beside you, holding your hand as he fell asleep leaning against it.

You could listen before you could see. The only thing you could hear was the air conditioner and someone lightly snoring against your right hand. You tried to move your fingers as you opened your eyes. The bright light made you squint, you blinked rapidly as your vision cleared. You turned to your right and saw Harry’s peaceful face sleeping against your hand. You felt the need to clear your throat, and your eyes searched the room for a glass of water. But the sound made Harry wake up from his sleep. He lifted his face and wiped the little drool from his face and the little amount on your hand.

“whoops, you’d kill me now if you were awak-” he turned to look at your face, and he had to double take. He gasped, almost falling off this chair. “Y/N…Oh my- you’re awake!” he nearly yelled. He pressed the button to call the nurse and then cupped your face going on to press kisses to your face, “Baby I was so scared. I thought I had lost you!” He laughed his airy laugh and looked at you with utter happiness.

For some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. The words he said to you were the only thing swimming through your mind. For you time had stood still, like the fight had happened mere hours ago. You moved your face away from his hands. Harry frowned noticing this change in your mood.

“Hey what’s wrong? The doctor is on her way, yeah. Do y’need anything?” he asked frantically following your eyes round the room. He saw you eye the plastic cup beside your bed, “Y’ want water? Hold on I’ll get it for you.” He ran to the other side and brought the cup up to your face. You didn’t realise how thirsty you were until the first sip hit your throat, you started gulping it down quickly.

“Take it easy, precious. They took out the tube just yesterday.” He explained softly.

Once your thirst was quenched he kept the cup aside then went on to pull his sleeve over his knuckles and wiped the wet corners of your mouth. You moved your face aside yet again, he couldn’t understand what was wrong. But before he could ask you, the doctor came in to check on you. She did her tests and asked a few questions. She left as soon as she was done, and told you even though the injury looked worse than it actually is, you had take it easy for a couple of days.

Neither of you spoke for a few minutes, “How’re you feeling, love?” he asked quietly. You nodded, “I’m okay.” He came up to you and raised his hand to caress your cheek. But before he could touch you, your head turned to the opposite side. He couldn’t take it anymore, so he asked you.

“Will you please look at me? What’s happened, precious?” as he caressed your hair.

“Why should I look at you, Harry? So you can tell me how careless I am, or how I’m not trustworthy?” you rasped quietly. For a minute he was unable understand what you were trying to say. Then flashbacks from your fight the other night came back rushing to him. The things he said to you, and how guilty he felt later. His words had left a huge impact than he thought they did.

He took your face in his hand with very much to little force, he had to tell you this, “Y/N y’have absolutely no idea for how sorry I am for that night-” but you didn’t let him complete.

“That’s only because I got into this accident.” You snapped. He shook his head rapidly, he saw you getting worked up over this. You’ve always been a little firecracker, and you never failed to tell him when he was being a dick or to defend yourself quite amazingly, he always loved that quality. Apropos, he couldn’t let you hurt yourself in this condition.

“First of all, please calm down-” he started, “don’t tell me to calm down, harry!” you raged. He hated himself for smiling when you’re clearly very upset. But for the past few days he had to witness you lie there lifeless which had taken a toll on his mental state. He loved the fact that you were awake, so you yelling at him was more of a reward than a punishment. You looked at him sharply and saw him not taking you seriously, this brought tears to your eyes.

You sniffled and looked away from him to rest your head against the pillows on the raised up side of your bed roughly. Harry’s small smile melted away as quickly as it appeared. He rubbed the side you almost banged to the pillow, “I’m so sorry, precious. I swear I did not mean anything I said.” He pleaded and took a seat down on the chair beside you.

Right then the nurse which pushed him out of the room the other day and now was much like a friend to him entered the room with a tray which had a bowl of soup and jello in it. Harry smiled at him gratefully and took the tray from him as the guy set up the table on your bed.

“How’re you feeling, Ms. Y/L/N?” he asked once he was ready to leave. You gave him a small smile and said you were feeling better. The moment he left Harry looked back at you with a longing look on his face, when you refused to look at him he sighed and set the tray down on the small table and took a seat in front you on the bed. He looked at you as he removed the metal spoon from its cover, and then went on to remove the cover set on top of the soup. He blew light air on the spoonful of soup, then brought it up to your mouth. You refused to touch it. He sighed and looked at you pleadingly, “Y’ know someone told me we shouldn’t remove our anger on food.” He stated, turning your words against you.

You glared at him in anger for minute as he looked at you with a loving smile. “Please?” He moved it closer to your mouth, “You’ve got to eat it, I’m not budging unless you do, Y/N.”

Even though you wanted to stay stubborn, you were kind of hungry. So you let him feed you the soup. When he got to the jello, you refused profoundly. “But it’s the chocolate flavoured one! Remember the time we used to share one when I was here for my fractured foot? C’mon we’ll share this one too, if y’want?” he tried convincing you with his soft eyes.

“I don’t want to share it with you. Actually, I don’t want anything to do with you at the moment to be completely honest.” you snapped. You were aware of the fact that you were being very unreasonable and bitchy but it was his words that has caused extreme hurt to you. Your words hurt Harry, and it was evident on his face. He wrapped up the jello and cleared everything. The day passed, and in the evening your last visitor entered the room.

“There she is!” Louis came up to you and hugged you lightly, making sure not to hurt you. “Hello, darling. How’re you?” he kissed your forehead. Harry left you alone with him as he went to get the two of them some coffee.

“What’s happened to him? Why the long face still? I mean I get that Harry loves to pretend that he’s this macho man and all. S’ a bit ridiculous to be honest. Like who’s he kidding, he’s a puppy.” Louis laughed. You smiled at this.

“I’m still a bit upset with him over our fight. So I haven’t been talking to him.” You explained. Louis frowned at this and then sighed, “Oh love don’t do that... This has been very tough for him. Should’ve seen his state these past few days. The man has been a mess ever since the officers came to your house that night.”

“I’m trying, Lou. But I just can’t forget all the things he said. I was so hurt, I still am!” you rubbed your forehead, as it was beginning to give you an ache.

“He’s very sorry, Y/N. Trust me when I say that I’ve never seen him like I saw him that day. He just wanted you to wake up. He was just blaming himself, how he shouldn’t have let you leave the house.” He took a hold of your hand, “he loves you so much, darling. He’s absolutely mad over you.” He rubbed your hand, “A’bit obsessed if you ask me. If I were you I’d have him get that checked with a therapist.” He joked, you laughed loudly. He smiled with you, and passed you the water you signalled for.

“Forgive him, Y/N. He can’t even bring himself to go home. The only time he went there was to get some clothes, and to put the dinner he made for you in the rubbish bin.” He sassed. “and I know I’m speaking for Mitch too here when I say this, but both him and I could use a break from all the non-stop stress weeping calls we’ve been getting from him.” You gasped at him with a mock offence for Harry, and lightly smacked his shoulder. You were always thankful for Louis in moments like these. He was a great friend to you and Harry.

Harry came back with two coffees and passed one to his blue-eyed friend. He took a seat on the sofa which was against the wall, and the three of you, though it was mostly you and Louis, had a light conversation while the men finished up their coffee. Louis bid his farewell with another kiss on your forehead and a well wish, you thanked him and waved goodbye. Harry walked him out the door, and came back in a second later.

“Y’ need anything?” He asked as he took a seat on the chair beside you. You shook your head as you observed him fidgeting with the cuticles of his nails. He did that when he was anxious.

Neither of you spoke for a while. But the minute you heard a sniffle, you snapped your head towards him. You tried to get a look at his face, the tip of his nose was a bit red and he was now fidgeting with his feet too. He wasn’t crying but he sure was on the verge of it.

You suddenly felt an overwhelming amount of love for the man in front of you. You leaned against your bed and sighed, smiling a little. It’s pathetic how in love you were with each other. You couldn’t even stay mad at him.

“Harry?” You whispered softly. He hummed without looking up. So you continued, “I need you to do something” you faked a stern voice to play with him a bit more.

“Yeah sure, what’s it?” he muttered as he got up and rubbed his hands down his thighs, then finally looked at you. You looked at him without an expression and said, “I need you to come here and give me a good cuddle, a kiss too if I like the cuddle.” And then smiled at him lovingly. He looked at you for a second. You almost thought he was  going to yell at you, but the opposite happened. He started tearing up and heavy tear drops ran down his cheeks.

You gasped and quickly leaned forward to take a hold of his hand which was near you. “Oh Harry..” You whispered as you pulled him near you. He the minute you sat him in front of you, he started crying heavily. You were so shocked yet you’ve never been more mesmerised by him. You quickly tried wiping his tears away and comforted him, “Honey, don’t cry. I’m not upset anymore!”

“I-I’m honestly s-sorry! I promise I didn’t mean what I said that day, Y/N!” he tried to speak while wiping his tears.

“I know, babe. I know!” you tried to say it properly but it came out in a laughing manner and tried to draw the crying man close to you, but seeing you laugh made him more upset and he pushed you away lightly, so you forcefully pulled him into a cuddle.

He told himself he’s letting himself be pulled because he didn’t want to hurt you, but it was actually because he wanted you close, so he went in head first. You lay down against the pillows and cuddle him against your chest. He went on sniffling into your neck and wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Harry why are you crying!” you tried controlling your laughter. He whined and pulled his face away, “Y’were so fucking mean since the moment you woke up. I didn’t expect it.” He said and hiccupped, thanks to the sobbing breakdown he just had. You pulled on your lips so you wouldn’t smile.

“Well now you know, honey. It hurts, doesn’t it? You were so mean to me too!” You teased. He nuzzled back into your neck, pressing kisses there which always made you giggle.

“I’m really sorry, precious. Honestly, I really am.” He said into your neck, yet producing another hiccup. You couldn’t control yourself anymore so you smiled and pressed a quite a few smooches to his temple, and inhaled his comforting scent.

“It’s okay, baby. I forgive you. I’m sorry for my foolish mistake too, I really didn’t mean to ruin your hard work like that.” You apologised. He pulled away and brought the hand that was around your waist to your cheek and said, “I forgave you a long time ago, but you honestly don’t have to apologise at all. It could happen to anyone, m’love. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did. Y’know I made dinner and everything as an apology. But then the officers…” his tone dropped and he couldn’t continue. So, you sadly smiled and pulled him in for a kiss.

He sighed and reciprocated the kiss with so much love and passion that you couldn’t help but wrap the arm which around his shoulder a bit more tighter and ran the other through the back of his head gently. The two of you pulled away and looked into each other’s eyes, he moved the hair that escaped from your braid and tucked it behind your ear, “I was so scared. I thought I had lost you.” He whispered softly, and swallowed the small lump, “I missed you a lot, baby” he said and you couldn’t help but peck his cute pout.

“I missed you too, froggy” you replied. The pet name made him reward you with a dimpled smile. He nuzzled into your neck and whispered, “I love you.”

“and I love you.” You kissed his forehead.

“Just for your information, I’m not letting you out of my sight for a really long time.” He stated sternly.

You laughed but stopped when you saw he wasn’t joking, “You know I have to work, right?”

“Y’can easily take a break for a month or two.” He said, as he yawned and cuddle closer to you. “A MONTH OR TWO?! Have you gone mad?” you gasped, lightly pulling on his hair.

“No I haven’t. Try to get rid of me, baby. I dare you.” He laughed a scheming laugh. You knew he wasn’t joking. He tended to become quite paranoid and obsessive over you when situations like these occur. But you wouldn’t have him any other way.

“We’ll see, mister.” You said, and caressed the back of his head.

“oh we will, missus.”

The End.

Author’s Note: I really put in a lot of efforts on this one, so you guys kind of owe me *wink* y'all gotta humour my praise kink now!!! ;P

Love you guys! 

[une-catastrophe]

the moon under you.

synopsis: peter comes to flash’s party and resigns himself to just watching you enjoy yourself. things take a pleasant turn when you ask him to dance with you.

word count: 2k

pairing: peter parker x black!fem!reader

warnings: just a taaaaad bit of violence, fluff, and nervous babies pining for each other.

a/n: hey guys, this is my first marvel fic! i hope you all enjoy it. please leave any sort of feedback, i would really appreciate it! the mood for this fic is stargazing by the neighborhood.

it was a saturday, 11:24pm. peter and ned had decided to humor flash and show up to his house party, impending teasing be damned. the house was crowded, loud and smelled like booze; it had dialed his senses up to eleven, but somehow, when his eyes focused on you dancing with one of your friends, all of that seemed to melt away.

you were beautiful.

your dark skin glowing under flash’s led lights, your ginger-brown colored twists swaying along with you as you moved your hips to the deep bass of the music. peter nursed his red solo cup, nodding at whatever ned was saying... not that he was paying any mind because as usual, you had captured his full attention. despite you being new to midtown high, the students made way for you. you had swept every teacher off their feet and managed to become one of the most popular students at the school. this of course, brought the attention of some of the most notorious assholes to find an interest in you, and to peter’s dismay... date you.

he wondered if he ever had a chance with you, because whenever he was staring a bit too hard.. a brad, a tyler, or a jackson would swagger up to him and tell him you’re off limits… and that you’d never go for a “guy like him”. ned and michelle thought otherwise, those two actually shared a class with you.. and believed that you weren’t shallow enough to settle for the chad’s of society, if you were shallow at all.

as peter finished whatever was in his cup, he noticed that you and your friend were dancing a little closer to each other now, and saw that she was telling you something while looking in his direction. and when you too turned your head in his direction, he realized a little too late that you guys may have been talking about him. heart rate spiking, peter quickly got up from his seat, telling ned he was going to refill his cup and made his way to the kitchen, mentally berating himself for staring at you like a creep. god, why does he have to stare at you all the time?

thankfully the kitchen is empty when he gets there. he presses his palms against the counter to suppress the shaking in his hands, trying not to let his anxiety get the best of him. he lowers his head and takes a couple of deep breaths, so focused that he doesn’t even notice when you walk into the kitchen area.

“hey... peter right?” you say, causing him to jump around to face you.

the kitchen is normally lit, allowing him to see you better. the strays of glitter on your brown cheeks, the remnants of the coconut flavored gloss on your lips, the falsies framing your brown eyes. he swallows, he hasn’t seen you this close to him in months.

“h-hey,” he stammers, then clears his throat. “hey, yeah. it’s, uh p-peter. y/n right?” he attempts to smile but it’s weak. you bite your lip and nod, yeah he’s definitely whipped for you. the a/c kicks in and he is able to smell the subtleties of your perfume… you smell really good.

“so, my friend.., she said you were um.. watching me dance and i was wondering if you wanted to dance with me?” you ask. you’re still biting your lip, your hands coming to play with the ends of one of your twists. peter hears the slight acceleration of your heart beat, you were nervous. but how could you be? he was just peter.. and you.. well you were you.

“you—” he clears his throat again, trying not to let his words come out as a squeak. “you want to dance? with me?”

you nod again, “yeah, i’ve been told that you’re a great dancer and..” you paused, inclining your head to the party behind you two “i love this song!” you outstretch your hand, your long coffin shaped gel tips glittering under the light, “dance with me, peter?”

he glances at you, the excitement in your eyes, then to your hand, opened to him so invitingly and grabs it with his own. you squeal happily and pull him onto the adopted dance floor of flash’s living room. your hand is warm in his and he revels in the feeling, chest filled with giddiness. and it really feels like a dream with the way you dance with each other, your laughs and off key vocals sounding like music to his ears. he forgets where he is, all he can focus on is you, and with the way you’re looking at him right now, he wants to think you’re on the same boat.

as the song comes to a slow, you pull him close, wrapping your arms around his neck. he takes that moment to place his hands around your waist and despite the loudness of the music, he hears the flutter of your heart again, and sees you bite your lip… “you’re nervous,” he says, and you laugh breathlessly and nod, taking that moment to push your twists behind your shoulder.

“i am,” you say, unable to look him in the eyes for too long.

he clears his throat and swallows, “if.. if it helps, i’m nervous too… like really nervous.”

“yeah?” you say, unconsciously running your gel tips through the nape of peter’s hair. the feeling makes goosebumps arise on his skin, also makes him subconsciously tighten his grip on your waist.

“y-yeah,” he stammers, wondering how he was so lucky to be in the predicament. you, the person of his dreams, in his arms right now, looking at him as if he offered to hand you the fucking moon.

as the song picks up again, you and peter continue the slow sway you had come to, just looking at each other. it was unreal, being able to see you this close, without feeling like a creep. to see your dark eyes sparkle as they look into his own, as they flittered between his eyes and his lips… his lips? his heart rate picked up immensely as he realized what you might have been nervous about. one of your hands had come to rest on the side of his face, your thumb dragging across his cheek.

“can i kiss you?” he blinks once. twice. then nods. he sees a flash of relief on your face before you’re pulling him closer to you as he meets your lips for the first time. the sparks flying around in his body have him pressing you even closer to him as he meets your lips again. you taste… so sweet, like that coconut lip gloss you always wear with underlying hints of the fruity cocktail you drank earlier. your lips are warm and soft against his own chapped ones. he couldn’t believe this was actually happening. one of his hands mirrors your own, cupping your cheek as you pull away. there’s a slight daze in your eyes, and you’re looking at him as if he had given you the moon you asked for.

your perfect moment is cut short though as you’re literally wrenched from his arms. peter hears you wince before anything else, and notices that jackson’s taken it upon himself to grab you by the arm and pull you away from him.

“tyler, what the hell?” you say, removing yourself from his grasp. peter is pleased to find that you gravitated towards him, and uses that opportunity to move you behind him.

“who the fuck is tyler?” jackson guffaws. the scene draws a crowd, people concerned for you but also amused. amused at the fact that you don’t know him like that… the guy who’s been going around telling people that you’re together and that you’re off limits.

“chad…?”

“you little—” he starts and attempts to charge at you, but peter puts himself squarely in front of you now, blocking you from jackson’s sight.

“hey, man. i don’t think she’s interested…. and to be frank, i don’t think she ever was,” peter says, his voice only cracking slightly. jackson snarls, and peter’s senses tell him he’s about to get punched in the face. he braces himself for a split second before pain explodes in his cheek and allows himself to stumble backwards.

there’s a lot that happens then, jackson’s taken out of the room, by flash and a few others, people have pulled out their phones, sending each other videos and pictures of what just happened. peter’s probably going to be ridiculed at school on monday for getting punched in the face at flash��s party. probably won’t be invited to any other social gathering, but all he can focus on is you when you yell out his name in shock.

“oh my god,” you say. your hands shaking as they flutter around his face. “are you okay?”

“i’m fine,” he says, wincing as he gently presses his finger on the bridge of his nose, thankfully it wasn’t broken. “besides, he didn’t hit me that hard.”

“the bruising says otherwise,” you say, concerned, reaching out to gently tilt his head so you could see his cheek. your fingertips were surprisingly cool against the heat of his skin, and just feeling your hands on him again made his heart stutter. he could still feel the tingle of your lips on his and he yearned for that feeling once more.

he clears his throat, “well… uh.. maybe you could uh, k-kiss it better.”

“oh yeah?” you say, eyeing him mischievously, a coy smirk playing on your lips.

peter nods, “y-yeah, i’ve heard that it works.” he stammers, trying not to lose his nerve.

you smile at him, shy and endeared before softly planting your lips on his bruising cheek. peter sighs happily at this, genuinely feeling better as tension leaves his chest. when you pull away, you wrap your arms around his neck once again, and bite your lip, but this time it wasn't because you were nervous. and your duality mesmerized him, how could someone be so confident and shy at the same time? he couldn’t wrap his head around it, around you. nonetheless, he wanted to experience it some more.

“y-you know.. my lips. they hurt too,” he adds, feeling emboldened by the look in your eye.

and it’s the oldest trick in the book, but—

you laugh then, a genuine laugh that shakes your shoulders and makes you shake your head, and peter doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to recover from seeing you smile like that.

you kiss him, a smile still on your lips as peter holds you even closer to him, so close that he can feel your heartbeat through your chest. his heart swells and warmth floods his body from head to toe, comforted that your heart is beating just as fast as his. and somehow you taste even sweeter, he decides that it must be because of the smile on your face. he’s now determined to make you smile as much as possible, as you pull away seemingly shy again.

“feel better?” you ask, looking up at him as if he was the moon itself.

and all peter can do is nod.

[looooooooomis]

F I N A L  G I R L  |  O N E

You were his final girl.  And there was no chance in hell that anyone or anything was going to mess that up.

p a r t   o n e  |  c o r n   m a z e

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pairing: Billy Loomis x f!reader  word count: 4.3k warnings: implied/referenced cheating, swearing (obv), angst, drinking, fluff, pending smut + mentions of smut. as mentioned, part 2 will be allllllllll the smut x

You were going to kill Randy.

In fact, as the five of you crossed the threshold into the corn maze, you thought of the various ways you could do it without it coming back to you. You could strangle him with the tape of one of his precious Jamie Lee Curtis flicks, you could push an entire shelving unit of said movies on him during one of his shifts, hell, you could just lure him over to your house with the promise of sex before ultimately throwing him out your window. Any of the above sounded good to you tonight because the bastard was running late. Which meant that you were currently fifth wheeling on what was supposed to be a slightly boozy corn maze with your friends. Only now it was a slightly boozy corn maze with yourself and two loved up couples as you all impatiently waited for the idiot to arrive.

Yeah, you were definitely going to kill Randy.

You and Randy were friends, had been for years, and you were always there for each other when it came to these types of activities. Nobody liked being a fifth wheel but at least with two single people in your little gaggle of friends, it made things easier. You were happy as a clam being single, you preferred it in many ways if you were being honest, but at least with Randy around, you could ignore the weight of his stare.

Billy’s stare.

His brown eyes were on you constantly. You could feel them on your skin, feel them raking over every inch of you as though he was trying to soak you in from afar. His stare had a weight to it, you found. No matter how far away he was or where you two were – be it at school or hanging out or even in a goddamn corn maze – you felt him all over you.

At least with Randy around, it was easy to ignore. The two of you could joke around and escape the couples long enough to focus on anything else but the weight of Billy’s stare. But tonight, it was impossible to ignore, and you hated Randy in that moment for unknowingly leaving you with the one man you hadn’t been able to get out of your head for the better part of three years.

You hated Billy more, though, for making you feel as though every inch of your skin was on fire. For making you feel this level of guilt each and every time you hung around with Sid. Sid was one of your best friends, as was Tatum, which only made this entire situation so much worse.

“You think they’ll kick us out if they find out we’re loaded?” Stu asked with a quiet chuckle, glancing behind them for effect as though he was being tailed by the owners of the farm.

Tatum smacked his chest. “Maybe if you said it a little louder, Shit for Brains.”

Stu giggled again and slipped his hand into his jacket before pulling out a mickey of cheap vodka wrapped haphazardly in a brown paper bag. “Then I guess they’d be really mad at this.”

Tatum opened her mouth to tell him off but seeing it as your only saving grace, you reached across the divide and plucked it out of his hands to take a big sip. The vodka burned all the way down your throat, and you could feel all eyes on you as you licked the remainder of it from your lips and bottled it back up before handing it back to Stu. “You’re a saint, Stu.”

“Damn, Y/N,” Tatum laughed, “I can’t even be mad at that.”

Stu was smirking across at you, knowing exactly why you were choosing the bottle tonight which only made you feel worse than you did. Of course he knew. Where there was a Billy, there was a Stu. The pair didn’t have secrets between them much to your chagrin which only made nights like this all the more awkward.

“Everything okay, Y/N?” Sid asked, sweet as ever.

Your stomach twisted in your gut at the genuine concern radiating off of Sid’s features and your heart fell into your stomach when you watched her lovingly place her head on Billy’s shoulder. Where the fuck was Randy?

“All good, Sid,” you smacked on a breezy grin and shot her what you only hoped was a convincing wink. “I haven’t done a corn maze since I was a kid, just preparing myself is all.”

Tatum leaned into Stu’s lean torso and frowned. “Why? You scared?”

“Nah, she’s not scared,” Stu hummed, grinning across at you with a gleam in his eye. “On edge, maybe. Why so jittery, girl?”

You rolled your eyes and flipped him the bird just as Billy spoke up. “She’s not jittery, pencil dick,” his velvety voice was closer than you’d expected and when you saw him reach for the bottle in Stu’s pocket to take a rather big gulp himself, you swallowed hard. “She’s just getting this party started.”

You held his stare for a moment, feeling your entire body light up like a switchboard, before the familiar voice of Randy rang out. Breathlessly, he waved you all down and grinned. “What’s this I hear about a party?”

Tatum rolled her eyes and hugged her jacket closer to her body. “About time you got here, dick, it’s fucking freezing out here.”

“I know a way we can warm up,” Stu teased as he leaned down to nibble at her neck.

Despite your mood, you found yourself smiling across at the pair. They were a good match and you could tell that Stu genuinely made Tatum happy. Just as Billy made Sid happy. Your smile fell at the thought.

Randy’s eyes circled around your group of friends briefly before he threw an arm around your unsuspecting shoulders. “What did I miss?”

“The usual,” you chimed in, smiling across at him. “Tatum and Stu sucking face, Billy and Sid cuddling up and me drinking my weight in cheap beer from Stu’s dad’s mini fridge in the garage.”

Randy grinned. “I chugged a couple beers before I left the video store, so good to know we’re all on the same level.”

Your chest was already starting to feel lighter now that Randy was around. Granted, Billy’s eyes hadn’t left yours for a second since Randy slung his arm around you, but that was to be expected. At least you had Randy here now. With that kind of distraction, you’d be just fine.

“Why don’t we make this interesting?” Billy suggested, running a hand through his unruly mop of brown hair. When everyone’s eyes were on him, you could have sworn he gave you a little smirk before shoving his hands in the pockets of his jacket. “We should split up.”

“Fuck that,” Tatum laughed, “no chance in hell.”

“Yeah,” Sid agreed quietly, “I don’t know.”

“That’s literally what they tell you not to do in scary movies,” you chuckled. “When everyone splits up, trouble starts.”

Sid shivered and leaned into Billy’s chest. “Yeah, Billy, I don’t know. I don’t think that’s a great idea.”

“Oh, come on,” he was grinning excitedly now, looking between Stu and Randy for backup. “It’ll be like the movies. Dumb teenagers wander into a corn maze and split up for the sake of the plot. Halloween’s tomorrow - why the hell not, right?”

A slow grin began to pull on Stu’s face as he listened to Billy. There was a mutual understanding between the two men in that instance and if you blinked for just a second longer, you would have missed it.

It made you nervous.

“Dumb teens wander into a corn maze on the night before Halloween,” Randy repeated, “you know what, I like it. I’m in.”

You snapped your neck up to look at him. “What the hell happened to the Do’s and Don’ts of a horror movie? This is easily number one: Don’t split up.”

But Randy only shrugged. “I’m still a virgin, I’m safe.”  

“How about you three idiots stick together,” Tatum gestured to the boys, “and the three of us stick together. Whoever makes it out first gets a prize.”

You and Sid were nodding along to her words, but Stu simply pulled her in for a quick kiss and laughed. “Or we all split up and see where the night takes us.”

“I’m not Lewis and Clark, Stu,” you grumbled, “I had every intention of letting Randy and Sid lead us out of here alive while the rest of us idiots followed.”

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” Billy smirked across at you, “I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

Sid seemed to still be unsure of the entire situation as she mulled over the suggestion. “Y/N is right, what if people get left behind?”

“It’s corn, not the berlin wall,” Stu pointed out incredulously. “Fucking walk through the stacks until you find an exit if you get too lost.” As if on cue, Stu’s eyes lit up as he noticed one particular bend of the maze that held six different options. With a burst of laughter, he took off running towards it and pointed to his newfound discovery. “If this isn’t fate, I don’t know what is.”

You, Sid, and Tatum begrudgingly followed the boys to where Stu now stood giddily beaming across at everyone. “This is a stupid fucking idea,” Tatum grumbled as she took her place in the row beside her boyfriend. “We only brought one flashlight, how do you idiots plan on seeing the route?”

“Here,” Billy gently tossed the flashlight to Tatum and shrugged. “Moon is bright enough for me.”

With another roll of her eyes Tatum flicked the flashlight on and scowled across at her route. “Girls, if you see a flashlight, come to me.”

Stu laughed. “What about me?”

“You lost that right when you agreed to this stupid idea,” she groused. “You’re on your own.”

Grinning – and probably much drunker than he gave himself credit for – Stu rubbed his hands together and began counting down from three.

“You okay to do this, Sid?” You found yourself asking. Her mother had only died a few months prior and the idea of the poor girl meandering around alone in a cornfield sounded barbaric considering what she’d just been through.

“I’m fine,” Sid vowed, “I’ll see you guys soon.”

“It’s okay, Sid,” Randy muttered. “You’re safe, I promise.”

By the time Stu reached one, you took a hesitant step forward and embraced the darkness that surrounded you once you delved further and further down your path. You could hear the footsteps and crunches of the stacks around you as your friends eventually all split up to take their own trail and you swore that you heard Randy bump into Sid a few minutes in, putting you slightly at ease to know she wasn’t going through the maze alone. But, as time went on and you continued to circle the gigantic moonlight maze by yourself, your nerves began to eat away at you.

You weren’t one to scare easy but there was something about being on your own in the middle of a corn maze that was eerily off-putting. You’d seen Children of the Corn one too many times to feel at ease right now and the fact you could only see a few feet in front of you at any given time wasn’t helping one iota.

Hugging your denim jacket tighter around your body, you turned left and were met with a dead end. Groaning, you threw your head back in defeat and turned on your heel to retrace your steps but stopped when you heard a loud snap come from the wall of tall corn stacks before you. Swallowing hard, you narrowed your eyes in an attempt to see through the wall of decaying crop, but it was to no avail.

You couldn’t see a damned thing.

Another snap of a corn stock echoed out before you, making your skin crawl. Why the fuck had you agreed to splitting up? This is exactly how every horror movie you’d ever seen started and sure enough, here you were. About to be killed by a child of the corn on the eve of your favourite holiday.

Another snap.

And then, just as you were prepared to run for your life, a husky raccoon came bounding out of the thick hedge with a mouthful of hard corn. Your scream caught in your throat as you jumped back from the wild animal but, before you could think of bounding away, your back connected into someone’s chest.

With a high-pitched yelp, you turned only to be met with Billy’s wide brown eyes watching your every move. “Hey,” he cooed, reaching across to steady you. “You okay?”

That familiar cologne of his hit you like a tonne of bricks and for just a second, you allowed yourself to get lost in it. You knew that smell well. You couldn’t count how many times you’d woken up to that smell all over your pillows and sheets, wafting all over your bedroom like a slow mist that never quite subsided. Swallowing hard, you blinked out of your reverie and took an instinctual step back. “I’m fine,” you breathed out, “a racoon just scared me, is all.”

He glanced over your shoulder briefly before those brown pools soaked you in yet again. “You sure you’re okay?” He asked, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “You’ve barely said a word to me all week.”

You offered him a polite smile. “I’m fine, Billy. Just been a busy week. With swimming practice and—”

“You know that’s not what I meant,” he muttered, voice strained. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

“Billy,” you sighed, pinching your brow, “I’m not doing this here. We can’t.”

His brows pulled together and a pained look crossed over his handsome features. “I meant what I said,” he rasped out. “You’re my girl, Y/N.”

“No, see that’s bullshit, Billy,” you bit back, “Sid is your girl. I’m just an easy lay. That’s all I’ve been for the last six months and I can’t do it anymore. I won’t.”

“You can’t believe that,” he stepped towards you and visibly flinched when you stepped back. “Sure, Sid’s a good girl but it’s compli—”

“Complicated,” you choked, “yeah, you’ve mentioned that a few hundred times in the last six months, Billy. And you’re right. It is complicated because me and you are making it complicated. For god’s sake, she’s one of my best friends, Billy. I’m fucking one of my best friends’ boyfriends. Do you get how fucked up that is?”

“Me and Sid are complicated,” he reiterated, ignoring your little tirade entirely. “But me and you, sweetheart, we work. We’ve always worked. You’re it for me. You’re my final girl.”

You shook your head and grabbed his wrist, yanking him closer to you to avoid having one of your friends creep up on the two of you and hear him rambling on. “Jesus, scream it a little louder, moron,” you growled, pulling him into the corner of the maze where the racoon had just jumped out of. “What is wrong with you? Do you want one of them to hear you?”

“I don’t care,” he admitted, “I miss you. I miss feeling you squirm against me when we watch a scary movie. I miss smelling you all over me the next morning. My fucking pillow smells like your shampoo and the fact that you haven’t so much as said a word to me this week is killing me, Y/N.”  

Looking over his shoulder to ensure none of your friends were coming, you nearly hissed as you pulled him further into the thick wall of corn stocks. The tall stacks towered over the two of you and shielded you away from any prying eyes.

“One week, Billy. It’s been one week and it’s hurting you? Try being in love with someone for three fucking years and watching them fall in love with someone else. And then, when he can’t get his whistle wet with his girlfriend, he ends up in your bed.” You ground your teeth together in an effort to control the burst of emotion pounding in your chest. “That is the shit that hurts, Billy. I wasn’t good enough to be your girlfriend, but I was easy enough for you to sleep with and I was so enamoured with you that I was willing to overlook the fact I’m hurting Sid each and every time we do it. I won’t do it anymore.”

The moon managed to seep in through a barren patch of the maze wall and struck Billy in such a way that you lost your breath. Those brown eyes you’d fallen in love with all those years back were glued to your face. He’d always had this air of intensity about him but, right now, looking at the long shadows cast against his face from the illumination of the moon, that intensity had all but dissipated. You’d never seen Billy look more beautiful in your life.

The silence that followed your words was thick and tense, but those damn eyes never left your face. Not even for a second. Slowly, Billy leaned in and, in the softest voice you’d ever heard him speak, he managed to break your heart all over again. “You love me?”

“Oh, shut-up,” you snarled, “like you didn’t know.”

“How the fuck would I have known that?” he whispered, taking a step closer to you. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you?” You snapped. “Billy, you have a girlfriend. I’m already fucking you, what am I going to do? Confess all of this in between sucking your dick and packing up before Sidney catches wind of us?”

“Don’t cheapen it,” he cautioned, “not when it comes to us.”

“There is no ‘us’, Billy!” You reminded him. “There is a you and there is a Sidney. Then there is me.”

“Fuck Sidney,” he snarled through gritted teeth. “And don’t act like it’s only been sex between us.”

You snorted. “Maybe the odd movie, sure.”

Anger flickered across his face as he took another step closer, backing you into a particularly sturdy corn stock. This was a side of Billy you rarely saw, this unhinged almost animalistic side that came out when his emotions got too overwhelming. You’d seen this look only once before. It was few weeks into your sneaky little affair when Billy had snuck in through your bedroom window with red, bloodshot eyes and bleeding knuckles. It was the night his mother had left, and he’d just had lost a one-sided fight with the brick wall of his house.

“You were there for me when nobody else was,” he leaned his forehead against yours and you watched the muscle in his cheek clench several times over as he chewed on his words. “When my mother left, you were the one that was there for me. Not Sidney, not my father – you.” You felt his hands trail up your jean-clad hips before guiding your hips towards the thick corn stock behind you. You should have pushed him away, stuck to your guns, and ran off to find the rest of your friends. But, you couldn’t. Not with Billy looking at you the way he was.

“Billy,” you tried, but there was no conviction behind it. “I meant what I said.”

“Which part?” He asked. “When you said you loved me or when you said you couldn’t do this anymore.”  

“Both,” you told him. “Sidney’s a good friend and—”

A growl escaped his throat as he shut his eyes, but he never stepped away. With his forehead still leaning against yours, it was as though he was afraid to break contact in fear of losing you all over again. “Can we not talk about Sid for one goddamn second?” He took a few even breaths before those brown eyes opened back up, capturing your gaze instantly. “I love you.”

“Don’t,” you warned him. This time it was your turn to shut your eyes as the pain of hearing those three little words sliced you from stem to stern. “That’s not fair, Billy.”

“What? You don’t believe me?” You felt his hands slither up the side of your waist and up the length of your body until they cradled your face. “Look at me.”

“No,” you griped, “to both of your questions. Don’t say shit you don’t mean, not when it comes to that. It’s cruel.”

His calloused thumb danced across the apple of your cheek. “Look at me,” he demanded, barely above a whisper. “Sweetheart, look at me.” Frowning, you opened your eyes but remained silent. Bumping your nose with his, Billy pushed your hair back and away from your face and shook his head. “I fucking love you.”

“You’re with Sidney,” you reminded him, sounding like a broken record. “If you loved me, we wouldn’t be hiding in the middle of a goddamn corn maze while our friends blindly stumble around looking for the exit.”

“Stu knows,” he admitted. “And when it’s a good time, so will everyone else.”

“Colour me shocked,” you rolled your eyes. “Stu knows everything.”

“You think I don’t want to parade you all over town?” Billy questioned. “I get so heated when I see Randy or any of those goons on the football team flirt with you. I want you every second of the day.”

You swallowed hard. “Then please, Billy, just be honest with me. Tell me why things are so fucking complicated with Sid? I get break-ups are hard but cheating on her isn’t the answer.”

Billy was truly torn as he took in the desperation in your eyes. Things with Sid were complicated but not in the way you thought they were. There were no feelings involved with Sid, at least not the romantic kind, but there was no chance in hell he was divulging his plans with Sidney. Not with you. He couldn’t stomach the idea of losing you knowing full-well you’d try and sway him on it. Or worse. What if you went to the police about it? What if you tried to stop him? No. He wasn’t getting you involved. You were the one person in his life who hadn’t let him down and he was hell-bent on doing the same for you.

The less you knew, the better.

“Just give me some time, alright?” He pleaded, grabbing your hands to ghost his lips across your knuckles. “She’s still dealing with the loss of her mother. I can’t spring a break-up on her, too. Not yet. But soon,” he kissed your hand, “I promise.”

“I don’t want to hurt her any more than we already have, Billy,” you told him, “we could end this here and now and then when you do break-up, we can continue whatever the hell this is. But we shouldn’t d—”

Before you could say another word, he leaned forward and captured your lips in a bruising kiss. Everything about this man was electric and despite everything –  the guilt, the secrets, all of it – the way his lips seemed to mould against yours so perfectly, stopped you dead in your tracks. Placing sloppy kisses down from your mouth and along your jaw, Billy nipped at your ear. “I really do fucking love you.”

You leaned into the kiss and tangled your fingers through his hair, tugging at the ends. A low growl rumbled in his throat as he continued his assault down your jaw towards your neck where he nipped and sucked at the sensitive flesh. “You give me a fucking hickey and you’re dead,” you chastised breathlessly. When he responded with a gentle bite, you gave his hair another gentle tug. “I mean it, Loomis.”

Pulling back from your neck, you were met with one of Billy’s rare but genuine grins. He was all teeth as he leaned his forehead against yours again, scraping his thumbnail gently across your cheek as he fought to catch his breath. “You’re perfect, you know that?”

“Your girlfriend would beg to differ, but I appreciate the sentiment.” Groaning quietly at the mess you and Billy had created for yourselves, you reached up and pushed a strand of his brown hair back and away from his face. “We should go,” you told him. “Before anyone besides Stu finds us.”

Giving you one final peck, he nodded in agreement and pushed a few stocks aside for you to escape from. Before you stepped out of the covering, however, Billy reached for your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I promise, Y/N, everything is going to work out for us.”

Giving him a small, resigned smile, you leaned in and gave him a quick, chaste kiss. “I’ll leave my bedroom window open tonight,” you told him. “Do what you will with that information.”

Billy watched you disappear back into the maze with a shit-eating grin on his face. God, he was in deep with you. Too deep, perhaps, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Not yet, at least. For now, he had you back and he had no intention of letting you go again.

part two HERE

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Strip Club

Summary: Colin’s friends take him to the strip club to celebrate him becoming head detective.

Warnings: smut, sub colin x stripper reader, +18 do not read if younger

Word Count: 2507

“I can’t believe I let you guys drag me here.”

“Oh come on it’s going to be fun.” Colin’s friends were in either side of him, pulling him into the place. They had called him after his first day on the job, telling him they were going to forbears after work. They didn’t even give him time to change, he was still in his work clothes when they came to get him. Colin glanced up at the blinking sign his face flushed slightly at the thought of where they were taking him. One of his friends bumped him slightly. “Consider it a treat from us since you got that head detective position.”

“A simple card would have been nice.” Colin mumbled. They just laughed and pushed him through the doors into the strip club.

Colin kept his head down as they dragged him towards one of the large booths. You watched with a couple of other girls as he came in. “Aw look at that one girls.” You cooed. “The poor thing is so nervous he’s shaking.” They all laughed at your remark, it was always fun to see the first timers. They were your favorite type of customers. Colin looked up as they sat down, his dark eyes locked on you. You gave him a teasing smile and he quickly looked away.

The girl on the other side of you leaned around you to get a better look at him. “He’s pretty.”

“He’s mine” You said pushing off the counter.

“No fair you always call the cute ones.” You rolled your eyes at her and made your way over to him.

After locking eyes with you Colin kept his head down, sipping at his drink. He was already embarrassed to be here but then having you catch him starting made him want to crawl in a hole and die. He didn’t plan on doing anything tonight, he was just going to sit here till it was time to go. He wasn’t even going to get with anyone even though his mind was still on you. He was so lost in this thoughts he didn’t even hear the cheers of his friends as you approached.

“Hey, you look lonely do you want some company?” At the sound of the voice Colin’s head snapped up ready to decline whoever it was. But when he saw it was you his words died in this throat. You were hardly wearing anything at all, your skimpy dark blue lingerie set left little to the imagination. And yet Colin wanted nothing more than to see you without it. Your painted lips curled into a smile as you watched him ogle you with a gaped mouth. “I’ll take that as a yes. Is this seat taken?” You asked as you sat down on his lap.

Colin flinched as you sat down, dreading the fact that you could probably already feel the slight bulge through his dress pants. His friends cheered him on and his face burned so bright he was pretty sure you could see it despite the darkly lit room. You began to pepper his neck with kisses, his mind told him he should just ask you to leave but his body wanted you. It had been so long since he had been touched in the way you were touching him now. He let out as whimper as he craned his neck back to give you better access, you giggled at his eagerness.

You moved to straddle his hips and grinded down slightly on his crotch making him buck up. You continued your assault on neck, trying to find his sweet spot. You sucked particularly hard on a spot behind his ear and he flung his head back into the cushion of the booth. He winced as his head made contact with the hard surface.

You giggled at him and pulled back. “Easy there.” He blushed at your teasing.

You moved your hand up to rub the back of his head where he had hit it. You tangled your fingers in his hair, gently pulling at the stands. The action made him preen and his grib on your hips got tighter. He needed you but he didn’t want to do it out here in front of his friends. “C-can we get a room.”

“It’s going to cost you.” You nudged your face agonist his, pressing a feather light kiss to his jawline. “Are you sure you wanna pay for me baby.”

“Yes. Yes. Yesyesyesyes.” Colin stumbled out in between his heavy breathing. He felt you smile against his skin.

You got off of him and took his hand dragging him away from the booth. His friends wolf whistled and cheered as he left with you but he couldn’t even hear them. The pounding of his heart was drowning it all out.

You took him to the back of the club, you stopped at one of the rooms pulling the curtain back. You pushed him in and he stumbled falling back into the cushion. The room was much better lit than the main floor. You looked him over and found him to be much more attractive than you had initially thought. His brown hair was all messy from your teasing but the way a couple strands fell out of place made him look that much better. His pale skin was flushed pink, he looked absolutely heavenly.

He watched you watch him and he sat up introducing himself. “I’m Detective Colin Zabel.”

“My clients don’t usually give names.” You cocked an eyebrow. “Much less an occupation.”

You made your way over to him and leaned over him, placing your hands on his shoulders, whispering in his ear. “So Detective,” You felt him squirm. “What do you want from me?”

“Anything, everything, please I need something.” He babbled out, trying to pull you closer.

“How much do you have?”

He quickly fumbled through his pockets and pulled out his wallet. He reached in and shoved all the cash he had into your hands. You stared at the amount of money in your hands, it was way more than you charged for anything. You counted it and took what you needed from him before handing him back the change.

You got back in his lap, his hands instantly attached to your waist. You began to unbutton his shirt but he stopped you. “Is something wrong?” You asked. “Do not want to be a sub.”

“I- no I’m a sub.” He stuttered out and you hummed at his response waiting for the rest of it. “It’s just, what’s your name?”

You laughed at him, he didn’t really get this whole stripper thing. “That’s not something my clients usually ask me either.”

“Please.”

You looked at him. He was very different from the men that usually came here. He didn’t belong here, you could tell he wasn’t the kind that usually slept around. You told him your name and he gave you a wide smile. You blushed and went back to unbuttoning his shirt

You pushed his shirt off and ran your hands along his chest, he shivered from your touch. You pulled slightly at his nipples and he moaned. “You’re a needy little thing aren’t you.”

You reached back and undid you bra, freeing your breasts. His nails dug into your sides, you could tell he was dying to touch them but he was hesitant to do so. You took his hands and placed them on your chest, he gave them a light squeeze and you let out a little moan. His eyes widened at your reaction and he did it again, taking your nipple and rolling it between his fingers. He leaned down and took one in his mouth sucking on it. Your back arched at the unexpected pleasure. You weren’t used to anyone caring about what made you feel good.

But he payed for his own pleasure so you pulled him off. He had a hurt expression on his face, Colin was afraid he had done something wrong. You reassured him. “You didn’t do anything wrong honey, but you paid me to pleasure you not the other way around.”

You got up and starred down at his lap, you noticed the wet spot that stained his dress pants. “Someone made a mess.” You said cupping his budge. He whined.

“P-please.”

“Please what?”

“T-touch me.”

You smirked and squeezed harder. “Touch what?” His eyes rolled back into his head, he could come from your teasing alone.

“M-my cock.” He blushed at saying it.

You slid the zipper down and pulled down his pants, leaving him in his boxers. You pulled them down as well and his cock sprang free, it was oozing precum. You felt yourself clench, your arousal staining your panties. He whimpered wanting you to touch him. You took him in your hand and ran your hand up and down his shaft, pressing down on the protruding vein. “Poor baby, no one has touched you like this in a while have they?”

You lightly squeezed his balls as you increased the pace. “Not the way you needed.” He stuttered out agreements, begging you not to stop. “A pretty boy like you shouldn’t have to deal with that.” You pressed down on his slit, you felt him twitch and you knew he was close. You removed your hand and he almost screamed out at the denial of his orgasm. There were tears in his eyes. You got off your knees and cupped his face, whipping his tears as you shushed him. “Don’t cry baby.”

“Please let me cum.” He whined, trying to buck up to grind against your still clothed pussy, wanting any friction at all.

“Of course. I just figured you’d rather cum in me instead of on my hand.”

You took his hands and had them grip the strings of your panties. You helped him pull them down, he moaned seeing the slick that dripped from your pussy onto the dark blue garment staining it. He watched as you clenched around nothing, pushing more of your arousal out. You reached down and ran a finger along your slit. You coated it in your wetness and lifted it up to his lips.

He took your fingers in his mouth eagerly, moaning at the taste. He swirled his tongue around your fingers and pulled off with a pop. It was the hottest thing you had ever seen. Without warning you pushed yourself down on him. He moaned loudly at the feeling, it had been so long since he had felt that familiar warmth.

You rode him hard and fast, bouncing on his cock at an unforgiving pace. His eyes were trained on your chest as he watched your tits bounce up and down and you rode him. You swirled your hips and his head fell forward to rest against your shoulder, the pleasure too much for him. His hot breath tickled your skin and his breathy moans encouraged you to go faster. You picked up the pace, the sound of skin slapping on skin echoing throughout the small room. You clenched around him and it sent him over the edge.

He came inside you, his whole body shaking as he released. His moans were music to your ears. You came shortly after. His breathing was ragged as he lifted his head from your shoulder. He surged forward, smashing his lips against yours. His kiss was sloppy and desperate. He pulled back and you found yourself wanting to chase his lips.

“You’re beautiful.” Your eyes widened at the unexpected compliment, you had never heard it with such sincerity before. You surprised yourself by leaning forward and kissing him again. He melted into your touch, but before he could deepen it you removed yourself from his lap and got dressed.

You gave his cock one last squeeze, making it harden before you pulled away. “I’ll see you around detective.”

You opened the curtain and slipped out leaving him hard with his dress pants and boxers still around his ankles. He smiled to himself, his cock twitching at the thought of you. Maybe his friends bringing him here wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

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OKAY I GOT INSPIRED FROM AN ASK TO MAKE SOME PORCO SMUT. I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY THIS SWEET BOY 🥺✨.

Yearning

Pairings: Porco Galliard x Fem!Reader

Warnings: spoilers to season 4, NSFW

The evening sun shined through the curtains as the day was slowly coming to an end. The war against the mid-east alliance was finally over and the warriors were exhausted. The war had been going on for years and the military was satisfied with the outcome.

(Y/N) and Porco hadn't been around each other in human form for months. No touch, no kissing, etc. The two had been needy for each other for so long and as soon as the war was over, (Y/N) went to go seek out her boyfriend.

Here she was, laying in her bed playing with her fingers. It felt nice to finally have some relaxation, her body was tired from the endless fighting she had to go through. The past few days were filled with resting and lots of naps, even during the meetings she took the opportunity to shut her eyes for a few moments.

A knock came from behind the door. Sitting up she stretched a bit and headed towards the door.

She opened it to see Porco standing there. A smile grew onto her face as she was finally able to see him up close again.

"Hey.. are you busy?" Porco asked, nodding his head.

She laughed a bit. "No actually, I was gonna come find you but come on in. I wanted to see you," she replied and moved out of the way so he could enter.

Porco stepped into her room. "Let me guess.. you just woke up from another nap?" he asked, chuckling a bit.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes playfully. "Maybe..." she mumbled.

She walked towards the window and stared at the sun which was setting in the distance, the sky was painted with different purples and oranges. She smiled as she felt Porco's arms snake around her waist, bringing her close to his body.

He lied his chin on her head, leaving a small kiss. She put her hands onto his arm, running her fingers along the veins.

"I've missed you.." Porco said in a hushed voice.

She smiled. "I've missed you too Porco," she replied, turning towards him.

He smiled as he saw her face. "I missed your pretty face.. God, it's been so long since we've been this close." he said slightly squeezing her cheeks with his hands.

She giggled a bit. "Jeez what's up with you and my cheeks Pock?" she asked, rubbing them a bit.

"That's not my name (Y/N).. when are you gonna give that a rest?" Porco asked, rolling his yellow eyes.

A laugh escaped her lips. "Oh what name? Pock? I don't know a Porco," she said and shrugged her shoulders.

A smirk grew onto his lips as he put his arms around her waist, bringing her hips closer to his.

"Pock?" she asked, looking up into his eyes.

Suddenly she felt his fingers beginning to tickle and poke at her sides, laughter erupted from her mouth as his fingers tickled her sides.

"Porco stop!" (Y/N) yelled as she laughed, a few tears coming to her eyes.

He chuckled and brought her towards her bed, she climbed onto his lap. His hands rested on her hips, lightly squeezing.

"You're so beautiful," Porco said, cupping her cheek and pressing kisses onto her cheeks.

She giggled a bit, putting her arms around his neck. "You're cute though," she replied, kissing his nose.

Porco buried his face into her neck, his breath fanned over her neck causing the hairs to stand up. He began to kiss at her neck, his teeth grazed against her skin making her shiver. He slightly sucked on her sweet spot, earning a quiet moan from her throat.

Porco smirked against her skin. "You like that baby?" he asked, looking up at her.

She nodded a bit. "Yes.." she replied letting out a shaky breath.

He brought her hips closer to his, she felt his print through his pants. Porco pressed his lips onto hers and squeezed her hips with his large hands, the kiss was rough and it made the heat between her legs feel like a fire.

She grinded her hips against his cock, a small groan came from his throat. "Fuck.. don't do that now baby," he said and nipped at her neck again.

She smirked and buried her hands into his hair, lightly tugging at his brown locks.

"Lay down," he said and lightly tapped her butt for her to move.

(Y/N) stood up and lied down on her bed, she watched as Porco climbed on top of her. He hovered over he form and began to kiss her again, his hands finding their way down to her underwear.

A small moan escaped her lips as she felt his fingers brush over her clit. He smirked as his fingers touched the wet spot that formed in her underwear.

"You're so wet... you really missed me huh baby?" he whispered lowly in her ear. "Don't worry... I'll make sure you feel really good," he added, kissing her again.

She nodded. "P-Porco.. I need you," she said and moved her hips upwards towards his own body.

A chuckle came from his throat. "I'm here baby.. I'll tend to your needs," he replied and began to kiss down her neck towards her chest.

She felt shivers go down her spine as he kissed down her body, they trailed down towards her belly and he stopped at her navel. His fingers hooked around the hem of her shorts, pulling them down along with her underwear.

Goosebumps littered her skin as the cooler air was exposed to her wet cunt.

Porco's eyes lit up as he stared at her wet pussy. "I'm gonna devour the fuck out of your pussy baby. I hope you're ready," he said and looked up at her.

She pressed her thighs together. "Please Porco.." she cried, opening her legs a bit so he could get a better view.

He smirked and ran his tongue along her folds, a moan escaped her lips as she felt his hot muscle connected with her bundle of nerves.

Porco hooked his arms around her thighs, pressing his fingers into the soft flesh as his tongue continued to swipe along her clit. He sucked on her sensitive bead, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body.

"Porco! Fuck! Just like that.." she moaned, digging her fingers into his hair.

"I missed the way your pussy tasted.." he said as he pushed a finger into her wet core.

She threw her head back as Porco began to slowly pump a finger into her, she felt his finger curling to hit that one spot inside of her. Her body jolted as he added another finger, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable.

Porco leaned up as he placed a kiss on her lips. "Cum on my fingers baby.. I wanna taste it," he said, quickening his pace.

Her moans and cries got louder as her orgasm approached, feeling the knot in her stomach forming. She gripped at the sheets as she felt her orgasm take over, small squelching noises were heard as Porco kept pumping into her.

He removed his fingers and stared at the arousal which coated them. "Good girl," he said and sucked on his fingers.

She lied there trying to catch her breath as Porco began to undress himself. His belt buckle hit the floor as he tossed his shirt off along with his pants.

(Y/N) watched as his boxers dropped to the floor, revealing his hard cock. The tip was coated with pre-cum, which he swiped off with his thumb. He lied down on the bed next to her and motioned for her to get on top.

"I can't wait to fuck you right now... you don't know how long I've been waiting," Porco said and grabbed her hips.

She looked down at his lust filled eyes. "Then fuck me Porco.." she said as a smirk grew onto her face.

He ran his tip along her folds before thrusting into her. He groaned loudly feeling her walls clenching around him, she felt so good around his cock. He missed the way her pussy felt.

(Y/N) cried out in ecstasy as Porco began to thrust into her at a fast pace. "Oh fuck Porco! Right there baby!" she cried as she felt his cock hitting against her g-spot.

Porco gripped her hips and began to bounce her on his cock. His nails dug into her hips leaving small marks, he clenched his teeth as her pussy hugged his cock.

"Fuuckk.. just like that, bounce on my fucking cock baby." he groaned.

She rolled her hips against his dick, she ran her finger down to her chest and pinched her nipples.

A sudden smack came from her ass as she continued to move against him, Porco used his hands to knead her ass. Red handprint marks were left on her butt from his spanking.

"Come here.." Porco said, his voice raspy.

She leaned down towards his face. Porco pressed his lips onto hers, engulfing her into a rough kiss. He put his arms around her waist and thrusted into her, his hands squeezing at the flesh of her hips.

He began to bite at her neck, leaving marks on her skin. Moans escaped her lips as Porco grazed his teeth along her neck.

The band in her stomach was tightening as she felt her orgasm approaching with each thrust, her eyes seeing stars as he kept thrusting into her. Her mind was cloudy and she could barely get words out.

"P-Porco.. I'm gonna c-cum," she babbled, looking down at his lustful eyes.

He ran his thumb down to her clit, slowly circling it. "Cum for me baby.. cum all over my dick," he said, smacking her ass again.

She felt her orgasm come over her, she threw her head back and screamed Porco's name as her body shook from her climax. Porco groaned feeling her walls tightening around him, her cream going down his cock as he thrusted.

His own orgasm was approaching, his cock twitched inside of her. He put his hand around her throat, bringing her down to his face.

"You want my cum in you? You want your pussy filled?" he growled, giving her throat a squeeze.

She nodded. "Mhm!" she replied, grinding her hips against him.

He smirked. "Your wish is granted," he said and grabbed her hips thrusting a fast pace.

Porco felt his orgasm take over, his cum filled into her pussy coating her walls with white thick cum. He groaned loudly at the feeling of his high.

He pulled out, watching as a mix of her and his own cum drip out of her pussy. "I filled you up.. I love that," he said, looking up at her.

She panted a bit from her orgasm. Porco pulled her close to him, her chest connected with his.

"I've missed having these moments with you.." he whispered and kissed her head.

She smiled a bit, burying her face into the crook of his neck. "We'll have plenty of time to have these moments," she replied and slightly kissed at his neck.

Porco twitched again. "You trying to get me riled up again?" he asked, drawing small circles into her hips.

A giggle came from her throat. "Hm.. maybe. We have all night anyway," she replied and nibbled at his sweet spot.

A gasp escaped her throat as Porco pushed her so she was lying on her back.

"You're not gonna be able to walk after I'm done with you.." he whispered in her ear.

She smirked, opening her legs for him.

The rest of the evening was filled with pure ecstasy as the two tended to each other's needs.

[kiribaku-queen]

The Blood King and his Queen [7]

Pairing: Bakugou x reader

Romance, Angst, Drama

Word count: 2.4K

Summary:  From being a mere servant girl to marrying the scariest prince in existence, your world changed right before your eyes. Exchanging places with the princess, you knew, wasn’t going to be easy. But could you have found love on the way? Or was it never meant to be?

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Your heart physically dropped when he said that. You felt sick. Your palms were sweating and shaking. The air around you grew dense and you felt like you couldn’t breath. You couldn’t move for that matter.

Ruin?

What would he do to you if he found out that you weren’t really a princess? That you were a fake lying to him this whole time. It made you sick, just imaging every cruel thing he could do once he found out. But then you remembered, he wasn’t like all the rumors you heard. He was different. He was kind and understanding. He wouldn’t really ruin you if he found out, would he? You shook away the thought. The more you think about it, the more you were likely to get caught.

You were completely exhausted from all that labor you produced in a week’s time. Town after town, you were able to help his people even if it was just a little bit. But it sure depleted a lot of energy out of you. You don’t know if you’ve ever been this drained before in your entire life. It’s not like you had to do hard physical labor back at the palace. This experience was hard on you but also gave you insight on the prince and his kingdom.

Completely drained of your energy, you sat down on one of the tree trunks his soldiers brought for you at the camp not far away from the village you were at. The impoverished village didn’t have enough shelter as is, so you were left with no option but to set up your own shelter. It wasn’t a big deal to you anyway since that’s how you’ve been spending your nights so far.

All the soldiers had gathered around to take a breather for the night and drink away the stress. You weren’t a drinker, but enjoyed the atmosphere the soldiers created: fun and rowdy, like they didn’t give a care in the world. They were dancing on tables, clinking their drinks together, singing songs while hooking their arms around each other’s shoulders.

You laughed at the sight and stretched out your arms. How you wanted to continue the night away but your muscles were soar and aching. A physical exhaustion that you weren’t used to and didn’t want to get used to.

Bakugou was watching his crew from the door, arms crossed and enjoying his crew have fun. He was never the one to be center of attention, so he had his own fun from the back. He saw the way you extended your arms, faced wincing from how sore you were. Cute. It was your last night of volunteer work, why not end the night with something special?

You felt the Blood Prince’s breath sneak up behind your neck, sending chills down your spine.

“Tired?” he asks.

“Maybe just a little,” you admit. You look up at him and he’s giving you those soft yet piercing eyes. He goes to sit next to you and everything is just… peaceful. In that moment you felt content. You felt free. If this was how life was out of the palace, if this was more to life than just serving a spoiled princess, then you didn’t want to leave.

“I am impressed, princess,” Bakugou spoke. “This whole trip, you never, not once sat out. You helped the whole time. Are you sure you’re a princess?” he side eyed you.

“If I am not a princess, then what am I?” you asked back. (y/n), what are you doing? You could expose yourself and everything would be ruined! But for some reason, you wanted to be selfish. You wanted to know his reaction and how he would respond. Maybe you would give up your whole mission for him.

“An innocent and hardworking beauty that is not a princess. She is my future queen who will help me restore this kingdom.” He came closer to you, meaning every single word. Your eyes softened and you got emotional, almost to the point of tears. He’s smiling at you, but suddenly gets up. But gestures for you to take his hand. Of course you did.

“I want to show you something,” he says and leads you away from the crowd of people and into the woods.

You two were walking for a while, your hand in his the whole way. He hadn’t told you where he was leading you to but it had to be something special if he was dragging you to what seemed like all across the country to get to your destination.

“Your highness, are we almost there yet?” you asked, fatigue hitting you once again.

“Almost,” he responds, continuing to look ahead. You huffed and held on tight to his hand so you didn’t get lost or left behind. After a few more minutes of walking, you felt the air get hotter and thinner. Bakugou smiles in front of you, looking excited.

“We’re here,” he announces. He pulls back these huge leaves, revealing a natural hot spring. The water was clear enough that you could see right through it, steam rising from the water, and rocks surrounding it, creating this gorgeous, peaceful atmosphere. Your eyes lit up and a loud gasp escaped your lips.

“How did you find this place?” you asked, getting closer to the hot spring.

“You like it? None of my men know about this place,” he says.

“It’s beautiful!” you continue to gasp, feeling the water with your hands. The heat of the water made you giddy and you couldn’t wait to hop in.

“You deserve it,” Bakugou comes up to, whispering in your ear. His statement made you blush, but this time, you didn’t hide it. He smirks behind you and you heard something falling to the floor. You dare turn around to see Bakugou shirtless, discarding his clothes one by one. As if your face wasn’t hot enough, steam was coming out of your ears with embarrassment.

“What are you doing?” you freaked out, turning around immediately.

“Getting in,” he said in the most obvious tone of voice.

“Together?”

“You’ll be on one side and I’ll be on the other,” he points out a huge rock, separating the hot spring into two pools. That seems a little better, but the idea of soaking in a hot spring together with the prince was nerve wracking.

“Princess, you can enter first, if that makes you feel better,” he suggested. When you turn to look at him, he already had his back turn out of respect for you.

So you undress and enter the heated water, noticing that all your muscles relaxed and the aches started going away as soon as you hit the water. You lean the back of your head on the rock and allow yourself to fully relax and destress. You could hear water splashing from the other side of the rock, indicating that Bakugou had also entered the water. Humming in satisfaction. You grew deeper and deeper in the hot spring until your nose was sitting on top of the water.

“Princess, I realize that I don’t know your name,” Bakugou spoke. Your name? You stayed silent. Was it wise to use your own name or should you continue to play as the princess?

“(y/n).” you decided.

“(y/n),” Bakugou repeated, elongating your name as if he stopped saying it, it’d disappear from him forever. The way your name left his lips felt like butter to him. He couldn’t help himself from repeated your name over and over again in his mind. You giggled and looked over the rock, arms crossed and head resting over them.

“Your highness, allow me to scrub your back,” you offered. Bakugou waved his hand while shaking his head.

“Nonsense. You shall not attend to me. We’re here to relax,” he had to remind you. But you insisted.

“But I want to, Prince Bakugou,” you pouted, jutting out your bottom lip.

“The high and mighty princess wants to wash the blood Prince’s back?” he questions playfully. He glances back to see you resting on top of the rock, giving him your big doe eyes.

“If you insist,” he gave up. He turns his back again, making sure to give you the privacy you needed to be able to come over to his side. You make your way over to him, covering your breasts in case. When you got settled behind him, you started washing his back.

You expected Bakugou to have scars from his many battles he’s had, but you didn’t expect his back to be covered in decolored and deformed wounds. Unknowingly, your hands went up to caress each scar.

“Does that frighten you?” he asks.

“Not at all,” you tell him honestly. “I think it makes you very brave.”

A comfortable silence fell upon you. Only the sound of water running and insects in the background could be heard. That was until you felt poke your butt. The hairs on your body hiked and you screamed as loud as you could, rising from the water in panic.

“Princess!” Bakugou instinctively put protection mode on, shooting up from his place to see what the danger was. You immediately clung to him, Bakugou wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close. What Bakugou saw wasn’t an enemy but rather, a wild Japanese macaque monkey poking his head out of the water.

“Shoo!” Bakugou scared the monkey out of the water and back into the forest. Bakugou grunted and relaxed his shoulders. “Damn monkeys. I thought they only came out during the winter season. Are you okay, prin…cess,” he looked down at you only for you to look up at him with your exposed chest fully pressed against his chest. Now this could easily be the most embarrassing moment of your entire life. Your face heated up with embarrassment and you let out another scream, using all your force to slap him across the face. Bakugou wasn’t expecting such a reaction and it caught him off guard. You put for much force into the slap that Bakugou flew back and fell into the water. You ran out of the spring, covering up as fast as you could.

Bakugou had never been so flustered in his life. He was a blushing mess and now the image of your naked breasts on him could not escape his mind. He needed time to calm himself down and a certain friend from getting too excited.

When you both had returned back to the rest of the crew, everybody had been knocked out cold from the alcohol. Thank goodness, because they couldn’t see how awkward you two were at the moment. That night, you slept in the tent again while Bakugou camped outside.

But you couldn’t sleep. How could that situation happen to you, out of all people? You weren’t sure how much he saw of your naked body. Maybe he didn’t see anything at all. But you saw the expression on his face, he definitely saw something. You covered your chest and closed your eyes. To think that a man saw your body and it wasn’t even your wedding night.

You felt the wind enter your tent, the chill making you shiver. If it was cold inside the tent, it must be extra cold outside. Bakugou was sleeping outside. You bit your lip in confliction. You wanted him to be warm but that means you had to confront him. Ah, fuck it. You opened your tent and saw Bakugou resting on the grass with his cape wrapped around him. And it wasn’t doing a very good job because you could see him shivering. He couldn’t hide it no matter how hard he tried.

“Would you like to come inside?” you invite him in.

“It’s for you, princess,” he reminded you.

“I understand. But it’s too cold to be sleeping out here. Please. I insist,” you urged. He opens one eye and sighs.

“As you wish, princess,” Bakugou gave in. You scooted over to make room for the large man to sleep next to you. Bakugou made himself comfy but he was a tad too tall for the tent that he had to have his legs hanging out. The opening of the tent revealed the big, bright moon overhead.

“I’m sorry for hitting you,” you apologized. Bakugou just lets out a breath.

“It’s whatever. I didn’t see anything, by the way,” he reassures you. Embarrassed again, you unconsciously covered your chest.

“You sure?”

“Erased from my mind,” he says as he closes his eyes and moves his hands around his head, as if he was erasing his memory. You laugh at his antics, more comfortable with the mood that was created. Bakugou laughs with you and turns to you, meeting eyes. This is the nth time that his heart leapt when you stare at him with those innocent, childlike eyes. He clears his throat and all of a sudden, his ears got red.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” Bakugou professed. You blinked in confusion. You weren’t sure why he said that. Glancing up at the moon, you guess you could say that it was beautiful. It was a full moon, and shone brightly above your heads. You weren’t versed in the poetics so you couldn’t comprehend the message the Blood Prince was trying to get at you.

“The moon is especially beautiful tonight. But isn’t the moon beautiful every night?” you responded.

Bakugou looks are you in mortification. Fuck, did he just get rejected? His ears got hot and he covered his mouth with his hands.

“Yeah… yeah it is,” he agreed, embarrassed. He took a deep breath in and back out again to calm his beating heart. You look over at him to see him a little distressed. You softly smiled, another side you got to see of him. It was cute. You could feel your heartbeat starting to pick its pace up and that’s when you realized. Gathering up all the courage you could muster, you leaned over to kiss him on the cheek you slapped.

“Good night,” you quickly say, then turned over to face away from him. Bakugou stops everything in his tracks and is frozen. He couldn’t help but smile and fall asleep next to you.

The moment you made the decision to kiss him was when you knew that you wanted to be selfish. You wanted to become his queen and rule his kingdom together. You were going to forget your past life. You were going to forget this mission you were on. You were the princess now. That was his truth and you weren’t going to change it.

A/N: For those who don't know, the phrase "the moon is beautiful, isn't it" or 月が綺麗ですね is a more poetic way of saying "I love you" in olden Japanese. And then the response to that would be "I can die happy" or 死んでもいいわ. Just for reference.

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[owaowabetch]

Minecraft Part 2 (Sykkuno x F!Reader)

Oneshot (maybe part of a series??? at this point probs): Chaos in the server, Will a deal entice you to become part of the comfy cartel? Or will you resist the temptation of the deal and side with the resistance? Friendship and a lil romance (oohhh things are starting to heat up)

Warning:Non beta (cuz we baddies purr); part of Uh-oh & Impasta

You had been streaming Minecraft for about 4 hours when you decided to end it for a small meal break. Though ending stream didn’t stop you from continuing playing with your friends. Unfortunately, Sykkuno had not been on while you were streaming, since you did so quite earlier than usual, but you wanted to remodel your minecraft home; turning the once pink wooden home to a white quartz block using the obscene amount of quartz that Jae gifted you as to entice you to join his faction in the sever. It was a nice bribe gift, but you have yet to align yourself with the ressistance or the comfy cartel. 

So, while gettin gifted quartz blocks was nice, hearing that Toast gave Lily a gun enticed you more.But you doubt Toast’s whole character arc will entrust you with one. You maybe be living with his ‘right-hand’ man, but he seems to be slowly on a downward spiral. Kind of like a crazy wacky scientist- he’s doofenshmirtz. 

Anyways you had completed the finishing touches on your remodeled, when you saw in the little chat that Sykkuno was on. “ OH!OH!OH! SYKKUNO!”

You were excited to show him the newly made house. The house was three levels to your house, but you’re mostly wanna show him the basement area.

You saw the iconic teal shirt paired with the green stripped scarf boxy figure making their way towards you. You emoted the cheering pose and happily called out to him “Hi Sykkuno!” 

“Hey, Y/n!” He cheered back coming closer “I have something for you!” 

You start jumping up and down “Present!” You like getting free things, especially if it comes from someone you like....as a friend of course. Yup yup, just as a friend. As, he stood in front of you he laughed “What are you doing?” watching your character wave their arms around

You laughed back at him “Just happy to see you!”

“Well, I’m always happy to see you!” Sykkuno chirps out and adds on with a slight stutter “C-cause we’re friends! I’m always happy to see such a great friend!”

Feeling the high of him telling you how he was always happy to see you was crushed by him reminding you that friends is all that you both may only ever be. So with the disappointment lingering and the excitement wearing off, you just mutter a reply back. “Yes! The bestest of friends!”

“Yup, yup. Anyways have some water mills” He throws some black blocks with blue markings on them “Follow me!” You both ran near your home “Claim this bit of land” and you did so. “Now, dig like a 3 by 6 hole and place two water mills close to each corner and one in the middle bottom”(1). You followed his instructions “Ok, so im just gunna place the water” You watched him do so “Ok! I think it’s all good and ready to go!”

You crouch and inch around the hole “What is it?”

“Ok well you know how I got you that green lasso that has you swinging and jumping all over the place with the slime boots?” Sykkuno asks crounching up right beside you 

“Yea yea!” You crouch and uncrouch in circles around him

“Well I have something even better!” He cheers “Eh” he grunts and throws a ring on the floor. You awe and oh as you put the ring in your hot bar “How cute! It has little wings on it!” 

“Yea! It’s a special ring” Sykkuno tells you 

“Special ring?...Are you proposing to me! OMG Sykkuno” You joke 

“Wah?” Spluttering out in confusion but deciding to play along “I mean are you accepting?”

You laugh “Woah, Sy! How bold of you sir”

He giggles back to you before teaching you how and where to put the ring. “OK do you have it on?”

You jump up and down in response allowing the slime boots to spring you up higher. “Yup Yup”

“Ok so, why don’t you take off your slime boots and then press the space bar” He jumps up and down, which you do. You gasp as you are lifted into the air “Sy! Look! Im flying!!” He is in the air next to you “I can see! Cause I am also flying!”

“How are we doing this! This is so fucking cool!” You laugh as you start moving around in the air “WAIT! Are you streaming? I’m so sorry!”

He laughs as he starts following you around in the air “It’s fine, but the ring I gave you is an angel ring. As long as your wearing it, then you can just fly around”

“Wow! Thanks Sykkuno!” You cheer and you walk around in the air “Clean! Clean!” 

“Yea, Of Course! It’ll be alot easier for you to get to places faster” He explains once more “Now, my chat has been going crazy and telling me that you redid our house?”

Excitement lit through you as you were ready to show him the remodeling works that you’ve done “Yes! I did! I’m so excited to show you” You move your camera out of first person and notice your character wearing a pair of white wings on your back “Oh my god! Sykkuno! I didn’t know that there was actual wings that appear on your lil person!”

“uh yea! I didn’t know if you wanted to have or not, cause mine are invisible” Sykkuno says flying next to you as you make the short distance back to your home “but i remembered you saying that you wanted to buy fairy wings. I could’ve made them pink to look like them, but i thought the white ones would suit you better”

“Cause i’m such an angel?” You tease as you reached your front door

“Well uh you are um a nice person” Hearing the shyness in his tone made you think that he was being sincere and it made you blush “Thank you Sykkuno, you’re one of the best people i know!”

He clears his throat “uh well um, look we made it!” trying to divert the conversation away from the compliments. You made a mental note to yourself to compliment him more, so that his confidence rises up and he no longer shies away from them.

“Yup!” You open the door “come on in!” He oh’ed as he came in, seeing the kitchen area first “As you can see Sy and chat, I have created a kitchen with actual fucking oven and fridge! How crazy is that! These mods are cool!”

“So, yeah! Kitchen area, though I doubt we’ll use it” You comment

“Wow! a fridge! Neat!” He opened the fridge and looked at the decor of other kitchen appliances 

You laugh at his wording “ Yup! and this is our living room slash library” leading him further into the house and showing him the sitting area with a bunch of bookcases surrounding the fake chairs “and right next to this is the ‘dining room’ where more seats were placed with a table and a cute flower in a pot atop the table. “So, yea this is the first floor!” 

“This is cool! Oh! it’s [y/f/flower] on the table” He notes and you nod feeling your cheeks flush a bit before admitting “of course! It’s actually the flower you gave me on our first day...”

“thats, thats really cool that you kept it” Sykkuno replies and there is a bit of silence between the two of you. Not awkward but almost in a content kind of way. Peaceful if you will. 

“Ok! Now lets head upstairs! It’s where we sleep!” You say walking up the stairs showing him the green beds placed next to each other “I didn’t know if you wanted to sleep next to each other again, but i did it anyways lol” 

He walked around the room and admired the little decor spread around the walls and opened chests in the room. He laughed awkwardly “it’s fine, it’s just a respawn point so its no biggie!”

“Yea to sleepovers!” You cheer 

Clearing his throat he noted how much he liked the room, causing you to smile and thank him “But i know what you’ve been wanting to see the most!”

“What do you mean?” He questioned and looked at you 

“The basement! Dun Dun DUN!” You jump at him scooting him down the stairs

He laughed in disbelief “What was that? Did you just hit me?”

“Nope” Emphasizing the p “ I just jumped at you which caused you to go down the stairs! I could never hurt you Sy!”

“Well I could never hurt you too” He mutters back and you pouted at how cute his response was

“Oh! You could just make your way down there! I forgot that Jae wanted me to give him some quartz back!” You gasp remembering what Jae had told you

“What do you mean?” His character looks back at you

And you look back at his and think ���hmmm I don’t know if I should snitch or not, but Jae gave me an obsence amount of quartz blocks to build the house! I knew it was a little hard for you to get some, so he offered to give me some”

He hummed back “I see....” 

You noted how the atmosphere tensed for a split moment until Sykkuno happily noted that it was nice of him to give you something he couldn’t, but it sounded a bit off to you. Though you didn’t pay much attention to that since you didn’t want to reveal the resistance, as you have yet to align yourself with any of the two factions, well soon to be three since you believe that Sydney is doing some witchy stuff.

“Well, why don’t you go do that while I check the basement and give something to toast really quick!” He tells you 

“Ok!” You reply back to him rifling through your chests to find the remaining the blocks to give to Jae “I’ll see you in a bit, maybe toast too!”

With that you made your way back to Jae to hand him the quartz back, though it was quite an ordeal since he made a whole rant on how evil the comfy cartel were and how you should join them and become a spy cause apparently Toast is planning on doing something that could affect the entire server....

So you just ignored all of that and made your way back home, to have Toast and Sykkuno greet you at the front door.

“Hey guys! Im back” You cheer at them

“What did Jae want huh?!?!” Toast immediately questions you “Did you tell him any of our business huh? Should we be trusting you huh? huh? HUH!?!”

“Whoa Toast” You back up as he was getting all up in your face

“Wow Toast, are you okay?” Sykkuno places himself between you two 

“Im doing just fine” Toast answers back and you notice his full gear armor “Just wanted to know if we have a rat here”

You tsk “wow Toast, I see how it is. I see. By the way you look like a Power Rangers villan, just sayin”

He takes out his gun and points it at you “Well you won’t be sayin much Motherfucka!”

“I won’t say anything at all if you give me a gun to join the comfy cartel” You hit Sykkuno away and hear him utter an ow “Cause I don’t have an allegiance with anyone at the moment. So I’m a free agent and I can talk to whoever whenever” Throwing his words back at him and implying that you can speak to anyone without repercussions.

“AH right you are not part of the comfy cartel yet” He nods to himself “Well I wont give you a gun to join the group cause frankly I know that you’ll just shoot me”

You sigh “Then i’-”

“Instead!” He interrupts you “I’ll give you something better!” 

You pout “but i wanna cap a bitch”

“Instead of cappin’ you’ll be rackin’ cause you’re gunna have to collect taxes from people and in exchange you get the left hand of my right hand” He moves closer to you, that statement throw you through a loop ‘left hand?right hand?’. You were confusion. “Capiche?”

“What do you mean?” You question and he evil laughs and hits sykkuno.

“Wha? What was that Toast” Sykkuno also confused as to why Toast hit him and what Toast meant.

“I’m saying that you can have Sykkuno!” He evil laughs once more 

Sykkuno splutters “Wha? What do you mean Toast?!?!”

You were shocked at what he said. Giving you Sykkuno? “What do you mean?”

“You can marry Sykkuno” He repeats himself once more “You are both important to each other, why else live together? This way I’m keeping you both in check” and once again with the evil laughter

‘I’m glad im not streaming otherwise some of the more entitled fangirls would 100% send hate comments to me’ you think to yourself

You hum “Will I still get a gun?”

“Only if you can become my number one marksmen and execute the people I tell you too” He offers you

“Deal” You nod to yourself 

“Wha? [Y/N]?” Sykkuno sputters out “You’re ok with this?” and nodding to yourself you reply with a yes and asks him if he is also “Well I- uh I” he continues to laugh awkwardly “I mean uh sure?”

“Neat!” You reply throwing a diamond at him “Here’s your dowry lol”

Though before another conversation could happen Toast butts in once more “This was a test and you both passed” and throws a gun at you “Here take this one, prove yourself and I’ll get you a better one”

You put the gun in your hot bar and place it in your hand. “Clean!” You start point it in different directions “Thanks! Toast!”

“Don’t betray me or else you gets the hose!” He starts walking backwards then comes back up to you “Oh, also your target is Leslie, be sure to collect her taxes before killing her.” Walking backwards once more before coming back “Oh Sykkuno hand me the diamond [y/n] gave you.” He does so “Ok that’ll be your last tax payment until I have you look for materials for a special project” He evil laughs as he flies away

“OK! Great talk!” You call out and emote the happy one, with your arms lifted up and shaking about “Awesome! I get a gun muahahahaha!”

You hear Sykkuno clear his throat “so uh, you were ok with marrying me?”

“Yea! so were you!” You say as you move you camera around trying to find a good angle to see it properly

“Because you were!” He replies back and that took you aback a bit as you didn’t realize how uncomfortable it may have been for him.

“Well you didn’t have too if you didn’t want to” You felt a bit embarrassed at the fact that he did it because you wanted to but not he himself personally

“Wha, well I didn’t think you were being serious” Once again laughing awkwardly “Cause you know girls aren’t in- OW”

You shot him with the gun in annoyance.

‘Bitches are into you Sykkuno’ You screamed in your head ‘I‘M BITCHES!’

 Author’s Note:

Side Note 1 - I dont know if this is correct lol

No cap but i had written half of this like 3 days after writing Part 1 but I got lazy lmao sorry! Also this is gunna be a slowburn story cuz lets be real our smol bean and all of our asses are awkward as hell and kind insecure in the romantic aspect, so realistically it would not be fast paced.

So here it is Minecraft pt.2/4

Tags: @sushiims

[indianamoonshine]

c h a p t e r | i

summary: every summer you work on your father's strawberry farm with your three sisters. it's a way to take a break from the big city but summers in the midwest are hot and they linger. this year, your father's old and mysterious friend shows up to stay on your land for a reason yet to be determined. din djarin seems dangerous, but kind enough, and the two of you quickly become...well, let's fact it...smitten.

rating: m (18+) for future and explicit sexual content.

author's note: reader is well over eighteen for obvious reasons. i won't ever go into physical detail about the reader's appearance because we include everyone. this fic is pretty much a mix between pride & prejudice and call me by your name except without the und*rage crap we do not condone. so, without further ado, here's an aesthetically pleasing fanfic.

the moment din djarin laid eyes on you he knew he was a dead man.

at first, his view of you had been obstructed because you'd opened every door and window in the house. june in the midwest sometimes required such nuisances, so all of the curtains billowing in the breeze prevented him from looking upon you.

you were also on the couch, but he hadn't known that until you lifted a hand - soft as a dove's - from the back of the sofa. you played with the light between your fingers, shielding its dazzling rays from your eyes, just before setting it down again. your hands were so small (smaller than his anyway) and gentle. he imagined how foreign your skin would feel in warm contrast to his; how your fingers would feel intertwined with his calloused ones, which had done enough work throughout the years to be mistaken for a beggar’s. within the first moment, he saw you as flawless.

your father had not stopped for breath since din arrived, lamenting about the farm or discussing the layout of the home with an eagerness din had yet to match. he would've initially been interested in the history of the farm or how many sprawling acres rolled endlessly before them, but his eyes couldn't leave your hand.

you must've been asleep - napping in the embrace of the sun - because as soon as your father drew breath upon entering the living room, your voice tickled din's ears for the first time. sweet as music.

"dad? is that you?"

din couldn't help but blink at the sound of your voice. it seemed unnatural, like one hears in dreams or spiritual awakenings. he manages to compose himself at your father's side, straightening his posture to err on the side of caution.

your father exclaims with a joyful "ah!" and then introduces you by name.

"my daughter. one of them, anyway. she and the three eldest help during the summer," he had said, and then turned to the bay windows to go on about the view.

but you meet din's eyes, rested and glimmering with curiosity, while your father droned on in the background. you reach out a hand - the one he'd thought of holding - to shake.

he does. and it's every bit as beautiful as he knew it'd be.

"how do you do?" you give him a polite and pretty smile. if he hadn't known any better, you bat your eyelashes for good measure.

your father's tour continues but din can't stop thinking about the way your skirt rose to your thighs as you stretched awake.

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you were lying if you said you didn't think about him for the rest of the day.

you weren't the only one. your sisters - all three of them - had also met the mysterious din djarin.

"who is he?" charlotte asked while you congregated at the nearby pond. it was a lovely place, nestled within the thick of the woods and bursting with greenery. flowers of every kind blossomed around you and scents the air with a sweetness.

rhea lays in the shade of a peach tree. "one of dad's old friends," she says. she waves herself with a floral paper fan she'd gotten from chinatown while visiting you in new york.

"but why is he here?"

madeline, who paints with her watercolors, pipes in. "i heard he got into some trouble with the law and now he's in hiding."

you roll your eyes with a scoff, lounging in the grass and watching the clouds in the bright, blue sky. "madeline, that's absurd."

rhea (who is the oldest and most pragmatic) surprises you when she shrugs her shoulders. "i don't know. he looks likes a bad boy..."

you recall the way his jaw clenched as you introduced yourself - his neck was tempting. his skin glowed with a radiant hue in the sunlight and his eyes shone with an aura of broodiness. he was very austenian.

"boy is hardly the word," you correct.

charlotte, being the flirt, wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. she swims in the pond, hair wet and fanning against the water. she sinks lowly for dramatic effect. "how right you are."

"trouble or not, he was a perfect gentleman." rhea sighs and skims the water with her forefinger. "either way, he's easy on the eyes so i don't mind having him around."

easy on the eyes was putting it mildly. you wouldn't say that to the girls though; they had a habit of teasing when you showed interest in anyone attainable let alone a man decades older than you.

"don't do anything stupid, charlotte." madeline dips her paintbrush into her mason jar full of pond water.

charlotte huffs and flips her hair from her shoulder. it makes a splash, rippling the water as a result. "why not? we're all of legal age."

"he's dad's friend and a guest," you remind her, tearing your gaze away from the clouds.

the middle child lets out a pathetic whimper. "you guys are no fun," she groans.

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it was a busy season on the farm.

strawberries were ready to be picked by mid june and there was a three week window to do it. harvesting wasn't easy and it took a lot of man work. hands went numb, skin grew calloused. the sun that beat down on the fields was only manageable by the sprinklers that went off every blessed-ed fifteen minutes. during a drought, it was even worse.

the employees picked from seven in the morning until five in the evening. your father was adamant that breaks be plenty and pay be as prosperous as he could afford, but a strawberry farm wasn't a fortune five hundred company. he did what he could to provide the families with some semblance worthy enough to continue, and so every year he threw a dinner party.

it was always a lovely occasion, brimming with delectable treats and savory entrees. candles were aflame, lanterns lit up the pathway that lead to the entrance of the home and then the land leading into the woods. as a child, the dinner party was as exciting as a birthday. it was a night to look forward to all year long, sharing time with family and friends and gorging yourself on food you wouldn't eat any other friday of the week.

your sisters loved it too, mostly because they enjoyed the promise of gossip that poured from the mouths of guests like the wine served. and now that din djarin - a stranger, in all respects of the word - was attending an annual dinner that's managed to keep as tradition for years, gossip would surely be abundant as the wine itself.

guests arrived by the hour until the clock struck seven. the evening was crisp but warm enough to be comfortable without a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. the rock doves sung loudly to declare that sunset had begun, a few rogue and early lightning bugs blinking rhythmically. children of the employees ran throughout the fields bare footed and chanting taunts to their friends as their parents chattered among themselves.

home. here is home.

while the party had already begun (officially, at least), dinner hadn't yet been served. admittingly, you were a bit behind schedule, but you worked quickly to finish setting the tables. the theme was simple; linen napkins and wildflowers in random antique vases you found in your basement. the lilacs you'd picked from their bushes were already beginning to limp but you hoped no one would notice.

you hum when you work. whether it be intentional or not you find your lips buzzing with a tune plucked subconsciously from your brain as your hands busy themselves. you straighten the tablecloths, fill the vases with water, and set the silverware in their particular order. needless to say, you had a tendency to get lost in your own little world. so when a hand gently tapped you on the shoulder, you spun around with a shriek.

din djarin - man of the hour - is smirking handsomely at you, hands fiddling with a depressed looking lilac. you place a palm against your heart and count its beats. too many.

"mister djarin," you sigh out. "you scared me."

he lets out a breathy chuckle, hands running through his wavy locks. "i see that. i'm sorry, but i was just wondering if you'd like some help."

his voice...oh, stars and garters. it was so rough but tender - like a steak. you cock an eyebrow at how strange the comparison is but convince yourself it didn't matter. still, you're blushing from the jump so you duck your head from his gaze.

"there's not much left to do," you admit, turning back to the table. you spread your hands against the tablecloth to ward off any wrinkles. "you can double check if i missed any forks, i suppose. i have a tendency to do that."

din hums in his throat and nods a little. "sure," he says, moving to the first setting. his eyes scan along the silverware carefully. "where are your sisters? they don't help, huh?"

"they're better at entertaining," you say truthfully. "i volunteer to take care of the dinner part...as long as i don't have to socialize as much i'm content."

it was true. it's not that you had an aversion to people in general, but you tried to avoid conversation whenever possible - it wasn't your strong suit. you could get away with it when need be but you found it took too much energy to pretend to enjoy conversation about the weather or politics.

"i understand," din nods. he straightens a spoon with the nudge of his finger. "i find myself to be the same way."

there's an awkward silence between the two of you. you didn't know how to respond. while you weren't good at social situations in general, you found it natural to feign interest in subjects bland enough to circumvent discomfort...but you felt the need to impress him.

"so you'll be staying with us this summer then?" you decide, falling short. how stupid.

din nods swiftly. "yeah. in one of the cabins."

the cabins were located at various points of the land your father owned. in order to get there, one usually took an ATV or walked if the going gets tough. you preferred to stroll along the river, but your sisters liked riding the four wheelers or their bikes.

"which one?" you ask, tone mindless.

din's finished with double checking your work. he pulls out a chair - an old, wooden antique - and sits down upon it with caution. you stifle a laugh and, if he notices, he doesn't say anything. he'd soon learn that everything here was old but sturdier than they looked. you wish you could say it was for aesthetic purposes but it was more convenient than anything.

"the one closest to the pond," din replies lowly.

you notice how his eyes survey your form and how intimate it was. he was studying you but for whatever reason you couldn't be sure. you try to shake away the idea that he could be (dare you say?) pining over you. how silly. like you told charlotte: din djarin was off limis.

that was the end of it.

you find yourself blushing again so you hide your face. "that's my favorite one," you tell him honestly. "i like the view."

din smiles in agreement. "so do i."

if you weren't so heated with frustration, you would've called him out on the implication (as out of character for you it may be). then again, you found yourself weakened by the mere presence of this man. it wasn't unlike you, per say; you were naturally timid but there was an eagerness to his charm that you weren't familiar with. guys your age were so sure of themselves but it was almost always under false pretenses. this man however...well, he was a man and that was intimidating.

fine. it was hot.

you clear your throat in an effort to regain a semblance of poise. this summer had already proven to be laborious in a way you hadn't expected.

[crystalninjaphoenix]

MerMay 2022 Day Thirty-One Bioluminescence

It was late when Jack returned to the lagoon, almost late enough to be early. The group had spent a long time listening to Stacy, Ollie, and the kids explain what happened at the TridentCorp complex, which they now knew was called the C-SAHL. Then afterwards Ollie had insisted they all have a celebration, or that he should at the very least be allowed to buy them food. A couple hours later, the kids had fallen asleep, the merms had tried various kinds of human foods that could be bought at the boardwalk, and Stacy announced it was time to wrap things up. They had all gone their separate ways after that.

Jack swam into the small side pool he called his home. Looking into his bag, he saw Sam asleep as well. Smiling to himself, he put the bag on a rocky shelf and let her sleep. But he himself wasn’t feeling tired at the moment. He swam back out into the lagoon proper.

Glowing phytoplankton lit up the water. Jack laid down on the sand, covered in a ridged pattern due to the frequent waves. He stared at the glowing dots for a while, admiring how they clustered together into a solid mass of blue-green light towards the edges of the waves.

But something was different tonight. As he watched the water, he noticed two small specks that were much more green than blue. No, they weren’t small. They were far away. He turned his attention to the green glows, and saw a figure crouched against a dark spot in the sand. He gasped. “Anti!”

The green glows widened and the figure turned and swam away. “No wait!” Jack hurried after Anti. “I’m not going to hurt you! O-or ask for you to do something! Or whatever you think! Please!”

A moment later, Anti slowed and stopped, letting Jack catch up to him. His dark tail flicked nervously, and Jack noticed the way his eyes darted towards Jack’s hands, as if expecting a weapon of some sort. “What do you want?” Anti growled.

“Just...what are you doing here?” Jack asked.

“I told you, I—I watch you guys. All of you...you foolish, foolish merms.” Anti laughed. “You’re going to get yourselves killed one day, and I want to see it.”

“Right.” Jack nodded. “Of course. Hey, uh, I heard that electric eels are freshwater.”

Anti tensed. “And? So what?”

“Well, the water in this lagoon is a bit less salty than the rest of the ocean,” Jack said casually. “I’ve never been sure why, maybe because of the plankton or something. So, if...like, a freshie merm was out in the ocean, a place like this might be...good. It’s also quite nice to look at, if I do say so myself.” He grinned.

Anti stayed silent. He glanced upwards towards the glowing waves, and around at the glowing specks surrounding them. “I could kill you now, you know,” he blurted out. “Or hypnotize you again.”

“No, you can’t hypnotize me again, not without that siren stone,” Jack said, folding his arms. “And I don’t know where Marvin is keeping that now.”

“...could still kill you,” Anti muttered.

“So could a giant squid. So could a dolphin. So could a very dedicated sea bass.” Jack laughed. “You’re not special, you know. Danger is always around. But...I feel like you know that already.” He spread his arms wide. “So...are you going to kill me?”

Anti didn’t move. “...no,” he admitted.

Jack nodded. He settled back down on the sandy floor. “Do you want to lay down or something? Must’ve been a very long day for you.”

Slowly, Anti lowered himself down to the ground as well. He looked up at the glowing waves, and relaxed. It was barely noticeable, but it was there.

“Do you...” Jack cleared his throat. “Do you want to talk about—”

“No.”

“Oh. Okay.” Jack nodded. “But, like, if you ever do want to...you can come back. You clearly know how to get here.”

Anti glanced at Jack and narrowed his eyes. “What if I come back and decide to—”

“Kill me? Gods, you gotta get a better line than that,” Jack laughed. “But...I don’t know, I just can’t picture you doing that. And I’m not going to let that possibility ruin my day. You could also decide to...talk. That’s also a possibility.”

“...hmm.” Anti looked back at the waves. “I don’t...understand you.”

“Maybe you will one day,” Jack said quietly, also looking upwards. “I’ll be glad to show you how to get there.”

Anti didn’t respond. Jack turned, and saw that he’d fallen asleep, lying on his stomach with his head drooping forward. He laughed a little. “Good night, then,” he whispered.

And he turned around and swam back to his rock pool, falling asleep himself.

[babyspiderling]

Up To Interpretation Michael Jackson x reader

(Victory Tour)

I stand on the corner of the stage, the arena dead silent around me. I hear a radio playing softly from somewhere backstage and I sign along, closing my eyes and letting my hands dance and tell the story the singer weaves. I hear the click of hard souls on the concrete, their clacks drawing closer to me. The squeak of sneakers, or some kind of rubber soled shoe follows behind the first set. I don't stop signing through the interruption, focused on keeping up with the speed and the intent behind it. I hear both feet whispering to each other, but I don't pay them any mind. I have to be perfect for the first performance of the tour. The rubber soles squeak away as the click clack of the other pair grows closer. A hand is placed on my shoulder and I turn to the hard soled feet. I am met with one of the singers I am interpreting tonight. I concentrate on his eyes, signalling him to go on. Behind him, I see one of his brothers run up behind him, his rubber sneakers squeaking across the stage, a notebook and pen in hand. He shouts "I got what you asked for Mike!" Mr. Hard Shoes glances over his shoulder and accepts the items. Opening the book, he scribbled down on the paper. He quickly shoves the book into my hands and gestures to me to read what he had written. "Hello, my name is Michael Jackson. Who are you and what are you doing here?" His handwriting is a bit difficult to read, random capitalization's here and there, and the words scribbled quickly and carelessly. I guess I was taking too long to read the note, sneakers huffing out a "Great, not only is she deaf, but illiterate." I swallow and hand the book back to Michael, turning to sneakers. I stare him in the face as I sign. "Me not deaf. Me hearing. Me don't speak. Me sign. Me sign for you."

A/N: This is ASL Gloss, The sentence structure for ASL is a bit different than regular English. ASL is quick and to the point, since there are no signs for words like "and" "the" "or" etc. Deaf People are not cavemen, they can express the same thoughts, feelings, and ideas we can, they just do it a little differently.

His mouth drops open a little bit in confusion, his eyes locked on mine as he says to Michael, "What is she saying and why is she staring at me?" I roll my eyes and turn back to Michael. I sign "Your book, you give me? Please?" Michael gets the picture, the sign for book clueing him in. "Oh! You want my notebook? Here." He hands me the notebook and pen and I write carefully and legibly. "I'm not deaf. I'm actually hearing. I'm mute, so I sign. I'm your interpreter for the U.S leg of the tour." I hand the book back and patiently wait for him to read it. He playfully smacks sneakers upside the head, laughing out a "You idiot, she's not a crazy fan. She's our interpreter for the show! And she heard everything you said." I smile, seeing the relationship the two have.

Sneaker's eyes widen comically as he realizes how far he stuck his foot in his mouth. He walks up to me, holding out his hand for me to shake. "Sorry 'bout that. I'm Jackie. We just saw some girl standing on stage waving her hands around like a crazy person, and didn't know what to think." I shake his hand, signing book again so I can properly introduce myself. Under my previous message I write "I'm Y/N, I understand the confusion. I'm mute, meaning I can't talk, but I can hear everything just as well as you can. For some reason, the fact that I can't talk made them hire me on the spot. I was actually about to ask for the set list so I can rehearse, or at least be a little prepared for tonight." I hand the notebook to Jackie and keep the pen to myself, writing on my wrist to purchase a few notebooks myself. He nods and leads me to the backstage area, Michael following close behind. "I'll introduce you to the guys and get you the set list, alright?" I nod my head, memorizing the path since I probably won't be able to ask for directions if I got lost.

Jackie leads me to a dressing room filled with four other guys and two girls. Michael introduces me to the group, "Guys, this is Y/N, she's our interpreter for the U.S leg of the tour. Y/N, this is Jermaine, Marlon, Randy and Tito. These are our sisters La Toya and Janet." I wave to them, staying silent. Marlon says "Cool, signing even when off the clock, nice gimmick." I look back to Michael and sign "They read book." He stutters out "Oh right. Here guys, this should explain some." He takes the notebook from his pocket and tosses it to Jermaine, who then passes it around. La Toya walked up to me with this glint in her eye. "Oh! You're so pretty! If we were going anywhere else, I wouldn't do a thing, but those stage lights will completely wash you out, even the guys have to wear makeup. Can I get you ready?" I think about it, and nod. I hold up a finger, and write down. "It has to be simple. Nothing flashy. Rules of the game. No jewelry, no distracting clothes, no sparkle eye makeup. Not up to me, just comes with being an interpreter." She reads it quickly and sags her shoulders a bit. "Fine, I get it. Nothing too flashy. But I promise, we're going to have some fun." She drags me to a second dressing room, one with lit up mirrors and vanities. She sits me down and pulls out a giant makeup case. I relax my face and let her do her thing, trusting her to not go overboard. She plugs in a curling iron as she finishes up my makeup. Without any paper around, I try my best to communicate. I pull my hair back, off my face, another rule of interpreting. Luckily, La Toya got the message. "Oh! Hair back, got it." She curls my hair, completely covering it in hairspray, and gives me a beautiful bun on the top of my head, leaving the second half of my hair down. I inspect myself in the mirror, never feeling this beautiful in my life. I turn to La Toya and sign "Thank you", hoping that if she doesn't understand my hands, she can understand the look in my eyes.

I walk out into the hallways, now hustling and bustling as it gets closer to show time. I was given the set list and lyric sheet for the night while I was made over. I run the entire show at least 5 times before being called to take my place, the instructional prologue getting ready to play.

By the end of the show, my wrists and fingers ached from the fast movements to stay on pace with the band. Walking backstage, I just want to take my makeup off and stretch out my aching joints. Michael stops me in the hall and asks me, "Hey, you want to fly with us? I'd love to get to know you more, plus give you the set list for the next show to let you practice." I nod, wanting to answer his questions. He lights up. "Maybe, you can teach me some sign language? Don't get me wrong, I love writing back and forth, but it'd be cool to sign to each other" He leads me to the limo that is taking him to the hotel and then the airport in the morning. "I'm not sure where your room is, but I can have your stuff sent to mine and we can talk some. If you'd like." I shrug my shoulders, I didn't know either. He makes a quick phone call and I watch the lights move past. "Hey, Y/N, you were really cool there. It was like you were singing and dancing with your hands at the same time. Why don't you talk? If you don't mind me asking. You don't have to answer." I hold out my hand for the notebook and try my best to write on the bumpy road. "Long story. I'll tell you at the hotel, roads too rough to write it out on the way." He reads my writing and nods in understanding. "I get it." We fall into a comfortable silence as we drive to his hotel.

I follow Michael through the lobby, up the elevators and to his suite. My bags are placed in the main room, and Michael stretches his arms above his head. "Hey, Y/N, I'm going to go take a shower. If your story really is as long as you're saying, go ahead and start writing it down. I can read it while you shower." I nod and he hands me a legal pad, much better than the little hand notebook Michael carried around at all times. I sit down and start writing.

"I've been mute since I was 6 years old. My dad and I were going to the record store to listen to some and take others home to add to our collection. The light turned green, and we went, but someone else swerved into our lane, causing a head on collision. My dad died on impact, but they said he didn't feel any pain. Pieces of glass got caught in and cut my throat. I woke up in the hospital with no vocal chords, no voice. The damage done was too much for them to take and they had to be removed. I don't want your pity, I've gotten nothing but pity since I was 6. I'm not fragile and you do not need to treat me as such." I put the pen down just as Michael finished up in the bathroom. I gestured to the pad, and grabbed clothes for the shower. When I came out Michael was just staring at the paper, some areas warped with his spilled tears. He looked up at me with glossy eyes and enveloped me in his arms. "Oh, Y/N, I am so sorry. We don't have to talk about it or anything. We can just go to bed right now if you want." I shake my head. I break away reluctantly and go back to the paper. "No, it's ok. If you have any questions I will do my best to answer them." He thinks for a moment and asks, "Can you make any sounds? If you don't have vocal chords, how can you be vocal?" I hum a little tune, and make a couple of noises. We sit down, and he asks me to teach him to sign. We start with finger spelling.

"What's your favorite candy?" "(F-A-V-O-R-I-T-E C-A-N-D-Y)" "Wow! I love those! I like S-K-I-T-T-L-E-S. Oh! And P-E-A-N-U-T M-N-M-S!" I smile at him. He's a really fast learner. I yawn and glance at the clock. I sign "time" and point at the clock. He follows my finger and reads the time. "Oh wow, 1:30. We should probably get to bed. I'll take the couch and see you in the morning." I reach for the pen to protest but he snatches it before I can lay a finger on it. "No Ifs ands or buts. I'm taking the couch." I roll my eyes, signing "Silly boy" and making my way to the bed. I fall into a blissful sleep easily.

The next morning Michael and I are on our way to the plane, the next stop being Irving. We sit across from each other, Michael signing what he can, and writing what he can't. I teach him little words and phrases as we go, and specific ones at his request. Sooner than expected we touch down and make our way to the venue. The entire tour goes by in a flash, performing every night with the boys, only watching from the wings our eight shows in Canada. On our last night in LA and my last night on the job, Michael drops a bomb on everyone around the world. That this was the last show for the tour. I translated what he said for the audience, a look of complete confusion on my face. I struggled to focus on the task at hand, translating for those Deaf at the show, unable to comprehend what had just happened. The show had ended finally and it was chaos backstage. People yelling at Mike for his cancellation, calling it selfish, immature. I couldn't help but feel a little hurt. I knew that this was my last show, and that I would no longer be working with the band, but I thought he would at least tell me since I thought we were close. I pushed through the throngs of angry managers and crew members back to my little corner.

I gathered my things, coming across one of the notebooks that Michael and I had practically filled. The others full of writing were in my suitcase back at the hotel. In my heartache, I accidentally dropped the notebook, its pages falling open on impact. A page filled with shading and lines caught my attention, its place in the back making it invisible to me. Examining it closely, I realize it's an incredibly done sketch of me, done by Michael. I was asleep when he did this. I think it was on the plane to Denver. I gently closed the pages, and placed it into my bag.

I turned my gaze to the sound of the door opening, revealing none other than the artist himself. With creased eyebrows, I simply sign "Why?", not understanding why he did it a bit. He sagged, as if all the air had been let out of him. "Because, Y/N, I couldn't stand being under their thumb anymore. I couldn't work with Joseph anymore, I need to be the one in control. I want to make my own music, send my own message, without anyone telling me otherwise." I nod, understanding where he was coming from, but sad to see him go. I wiped at my tears and signed "I'll miss you Applehead." This made him chuckle and pull me in for a long, large hug. "I'll miss you too." He kissed the top of my head and took a step back. He signed "You always in my heart." something I had taught him, but fragmented. He picked up the notebook laying in the top of my bag and tore out an empty page, as well as a pen. He handed both to me. "Write down your address and I promise I will write to you practically everyday. And if I ever go on tour, I know just who I'll hire to be my interpreter." With one final tearful hug goodbye, it was time for us to go our separate ways. I would miss him, but I knew I would always be in his heart, and he in mine.

Taglist: @accio-boys​

[straighttohellbuddy]

World building is the best tbh. I’m forever world building and now I have several worlds to play in and my neurodivergent brain cannot stay still enough to focus on one lmao. SLOWBURN ROMANCES ARE MY LITERAL JAM LIKE PLS!!! I LOVE THEM!! Also!!!! Concepts!!!! Pls share!!!! I love learning about the worlds of my fave fics and I can hands down say right now that this fic will literally shoot to the top of my list of favourites which means you’ll occupy the top three spots. Sorry to hear that ur feeling rough, so am sending u the biggest hug. I’m not okay but I’m taking care of myself today so that I will be 🧡-🐈‍⬛

alsjfsldkjf i have too many worlds TBH, literally one of the best parts of my 2020 was writing for the classic rock fandom and writing one of my good friend’s ocs alongside mine, like there’s so many different worlds that our two characters have now, i’m like 26k deep into a high school au that i need to get back to at some point, and then i wrote a oneshot abt the high school au but they’re adults, and then there’s also the original timeline, and then there’s the present day in the original timeline where they have kids and i probably care too much about people who aren’t real...... hahaha

OKAY OKAY OKAY HERE WE GO I’LL GIVE KIND OF AN OVERVIEW OF THE ALBUMS AND A FEW SONGS BUT IF U WANT ME TO GO IN DEPTH ON ANY OTHER SONG JUST ASK!!!

yes i have a playlist for each, if you wanna hear how i interpret the vibes of the songs. if you interpret them differently, thats awesome!! i’d love to hear y’all’s opinions on them!!

testing one two - the first ep they release, the song titles are mostly themed (fast forward, press play, pause, rewind), but are mostly things y/n has been working on for a while but never got around to finishing, things they are rather proud of. i see you shiver with... is the first song they wrote specifically for the album, and it’s the last song on the EP because it’s a Rocky Horror reference; i see you shiver with...

a n t i c i p a t i o n - first full album!! the vibe is Hopeful But Hesitant it has all the songs from the ep, plus some new ones!! collabs with youtube musicians troye and dodie, and y/n’s label sets up a collab that turns into a genuine friendship. the breakout dance hit is what else is there to say ft. Troye Sivan, which is about not knowing what to make content about when it feels like you’ve already told the world everything. it featured the prechorus and hook

You, know, ev-ery-thing about me / gave it all for free / my life in HD / So, let’s dance, let me see your hips sway / we’re gonna be okay / what else is there to say?

So say that you love me, say that you love me, say that you love me / let’s die hand in hand. / I’ll tell you I love you, tell you I love you, tell you I love you / supply and demand. 

personally, i also conceptually enjoy srs bsns which is a really upbeat song about how they don’t care if people don’t take them seriously because they know in their heart that what they’re doing is good

hyperfocus - 2nd EP, a pretty substantial departure from their usual style, but also happens to quietly be Corpse’s favourite, and is actually y/n’s most polarising, because it has both the Grammy award winning HEARTBURN and the o brother where art thou which was written partially as a joke to capture a fond moment of them and 5SOS dicking around together in a hotel. written while on tour wit 5SOS, im writing the reader as having ADHD (because I have ADHD and i can do what i want), and the backstory is that they’d changed the medication/dosage they were taking, and as it’s their first full tour, they were under a lot of stress and were in a weird place mentally and emotionally, and hyperfocus is the result of that. i’m going through some stuff has HUGE agoraphobic vibes. 

HEARTBURN has the same vibes as Florence + The Machines’ Howl. It’s about being a demon without saying that or directly implying that unless you know demons real well. This is when the pressure for them to confirm their identity got real bad, and it was their way of working through those emotions.

tear in existence in the shape of a person / when i’m seeing clearly i can’t see myself / world can’t swallow what it can’t get it’s teeth into / got everything i wanted but i ain’t got my health

Got heart-burn--- / I’ll tear me apart / I’ll tear you apart / I’ll tear me apart. 

SCREAM gets rereleased as a remixed single featuring Fall Out Boy the following year. It won the MTV music award for best collaboration in 2018. 

In the time between hyperfocus and working on it, Y/N releases several singles, including a cover of Tell Him by The Exciters to be featured in To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before. They also take time to sort out their health, do a little bit more YT stuff, and travel internationally to do festivals. 

working on it - is kind of a middle ground between their original stuff, and hyperfocus, like pop-punk meets horror-pop meets whatever you’d classify halsey as. the first three songs were mostly written before the fic starts, so before they’re getting back to YT, but the last three, nightmare scenario, designed to hurt (touch me), and not scared were all written after they’d started hanging out with sykkuno and corpse. 

in-universe, imposter syndrome was originally something else, along the same lines of tired that they’re hiding that they’re a demon, but after meeting corpse nd sykkuno and having people who know, and lowkey being influenced by corpse’s music, the song changes directions, and YO OKAY YO::

I literally am so fucking flattered, my darling friend @bingusmode​ wrote lyrics for imposter syndrome and I’ve been yELLING about them ever since i’ve read them!! (also bunnie is fantastic and lovely in general 10/10)

if you thought you saw me 

i’d think about it twice

cuz while i know i’m naughty

everybody thinks i’m nice

cutest giggles get me

places that i long to be

but it’s not long before

everybody hates me

when you figure out i’m fucked up

you’ll probably think that can’t be right

but babe my image runs to save me

cuz i’m ugly day and night

nothing good about me

not the angel that i seem

cuz i’m a piece of shit

and i’ll ruin your fuckin dreams

i’m an impostor babe

you better run for your life

cuz there’s a bloodlust runnin through me

and you’re dripping off my knife

there’s no one here to save you

cuz you ate up all my lies

so beg me while you can

and draft up all your goodbyes 

if any of y’all are inspired by anything i put out, feel free to take it and run!! you have my blessing!! i am so overwhelmingly flattered by people who like my stuff enough to create because of it, directly or indirectly! lyrics, art, songs, anything!! legit! I love you!!

okay so designed to hurt (touch me) has big House of Memories by Panic! At The Disco vibes, and YES it’s about Corpse. YES it sends mixed messages. YES it has greek myth imagery and YES that imagery is confusing. not sure if any of these sets of lyrics actually go after each other but also idk??

will my fall from grace be graceful / as each move i see you make? / propped up on pedestals side by side / beneath our feet they shake / i’m the only one to hear you ask  / “What have they done to me?” / My boy, your wax throne is sun-drenched / you’ll fall in the name of your legacy.

eyes like yours watched rome burn / while hands like mine lit the pyre / we both heard me say we’d go down in flames / now you’re turning me into a liar / since you smile like that, like you can’t feel the sting / and we both know i can’t feel the fire

been telling myself i’m designed to hurt / but, baby, aren’t we a sight? /

check your reflection, your angles, apollo / you’re icarus in the right light /

we’re on the edge, i’m not scared to fall / we’ll take refuge in the night /

been telling yourself you’re designed to hurt / but, baby, doesn’t this feel right?

also, albumtouralbumtour is a reference to Bohemian Rhapsody.

OKAY AND FINALLY

n o s t a l g i a - the album the reader’s working on during the fic.

literally as i was writing this, bunnie sent through some FIRE lyrics for how the light gets in, (@bingusmode) i am going to be thinking about these on REPEAT for the next MONTH BRUV

little bit of darkness, treat me like a toy 

i got my hopes up and got them destroyed

bitter taste of regret sitting heavy on my tongue

can’t believe i let you convince me that you were the one

sitting here in silence, fabric running thin

petals burning in my lungs and stealing oxygen

embers from a cigarette falling to the floor

god i can’t take anymore

so i stumble to the window and pull the shades

and the moon pours in like you threw a grenade

i can’t understand why

i keep trying

cuz i never seem to win

but having any hope is how the light gets in 

from there, moment before impact ft. Billie Eilish is a club anthem along the lines of bad guy or COPYCAT, bass heavy with a drop that’s out of this world.

powdered pain, i’m in your veins / i’m the sting, the drip, the thing / you’re craving, but you hate to see me misbehaving / i heard my breakdown got you high / it’s true, but baby i can’t lie / i never got that rush, that burn / that makes you feel alive, i had to learn / to pick the slippery slope down which i fell / plan my pitstops on the way to hell / to pick my padding before i spiral / so if i break it’ll be in style

watch my misdirect, now freeze, / notice you can’t see the forest for the trees / you’re so desperate for my demise / but baby, i’ll make you watch me rise.

this is the moment before impact

controlled chaos, crash land / take a breath, trust the plan / i know you hope i’m not okay / you get off on my audio misery

controlled chaos, crash land / take a breath, trust the plan / i need you to know i want it this way / my breakdown won me a grammy

and this is the moment before impact

ur my favourite - interlude ft. sykkuno is probably one of my favourites, it’s just really soft, just a snippet of a conversation between the reader and sykkuno, maybe one of them told a joke and they both just sound real happy and sweet. its nice. it’s a nice moment.

means something is also for sykkuno!! it’s about how good-strange it is to be open and honest with friends, and how they usually aren’t but they’re glad they can be open and honest with him!!

meanwhile, i don’t think about u - interlude ft. CORPSE is a phonecall between corpse & the reader right after they announce they’re going to feature on acting like that, where corpse asks if they do this sort of thing to spite him, to which the reader responds ‘do i consider you when i’m making decisions about my career? no, corpse, actually i don’t think about you at all’ which then directly contrasts the song that ends the album, which is (how it feels to be) beautiful fireworks, which is essentially ‘i know how hard it is to exist like this, to be the centre of attention, to give off light and bring people joy, even when you’re in pain. i’m here for you. i love you.’

okay, i swear im done now, i’ll get back to writing the fic! (also i cannot BELIVE i managed to figure out how to embed those playlists but im so happy) edit: it didn’t actually work when i posted the ask, so anyways im sorry but y’all are abt to be spammed with playlists because i care too much abt this fic

[shsl-otaku]

Where Greed Goes, Despair Follows: Chp. 16

Y/N: Raven Sin of Despair

Pairing: Ban & Y/N

Anime: Seven Deadly Sins

Genre: Adventure, Romance

Warnings: slight gore

Tag List: @asgleo16 @yuri-2018 @vialuciferscage @commanderawkward @chidayasays @misfitgirlwrites @amberfoxcosplay @catlover7722 @shiggi-trash @supremetodoroki @happynoodle @remikay313 @milkysamu @kageyamis @yogurthdecoco @alysplxnet

•••

You laughed again, tightening your hold on Guila’s throat.

"You know, Sister," you said, your voice replaced by the voice of a little boy. "People like you really piss me off." Guila whimpered. You laughed. "You really thought that you could defeat the Eight Deadly Sins?" You deadpanned, the aura around you going cold. "Pathetic."

King stared at you in shock. He turned to Meliodas, a bead of sweat running down his face. "Has she always been like this?" He asked.

"I don’t think so," Meliodas replied, tilting his head. "She would always get a bit sadistic, but she's never looked like this before."

"She did when she came to get me at the prison," Ban cut it, folding his arms over his chest. "Someone really pissed her off when she was on the way. Besides, she’s been acting weird all morning." He glared at King, red eyes glaring harshly. "Not like you would notice." King looked away, a look of guilt on his face.

You yawned loudly, causing the Sins to look at you. You looked at Guila with a bored expression, your hand still wrapped around her throat.

"You’re boring," you hissed at her. You smiled and dug your nails into her throat, causing her to let out a strangled cry. "I don’t suggest you underestimate us again. But then again, Ì̶͇͖͝ ̴̰̬͂̾d̴̫͍̽͝o̷̙̹͈͘u̸̙̿b̸̳͇̃͛̊t̸̲̭͕͆͆̌ ̷̟̲͇̅͠y̸̢̰̎͝͠ǫ̷̦͐̂̀ͅṵ̵̮̜̋̒͘'̷̤͈̳̅l̷̩̍̄̉l̸̡̹̣̾̚ ̴̡̮̑̓̈h̸͉̣̐͒͜a̷̹̎v̷̹̱̔̀ė̶̡̮͝ ̸̛͇͒a̴̧͕̻͒͠͝n̴̡̠̂̌ö̵̢̙̓t̴̡̻̃̎h̷̜̳́͒̉͜ė̶͍̂ͅr̵̜̖̎ ̷͉̻̓̔͆o̷̹̩͔̿̀p̶̮͓̱̀͘p̸̲̝͇̄̈ŏ̴͍̟̪̀r̷̼̀̔̓t̷͖̿̑̈́ư̶̺̒ͅń̴̼̊̄i̶̢̨̬͊͠t̵̛̠͈̣́̀ỷ̴̼̜̒͑.̵̼͈̹̋̈́͌"

Guila’s face froze in fear, sweat running down her face. She tried desperately to move, but you still had her petrified.

You walked to her front to face her, your hand still wrapped around her throat. You smiled terrifyingly at Guila. She felt like she couldn't breathe. The other Sins could only watch from below, waiting nervously for your next move.

You laughed softly, the laugh being your own. You then brought your hands to the top of her head. She could only look into your eyes, helplessly. You smiled, your eyes gleaming insanely.

"Goodbye, Guila," you said, grinning. You then brought your fingers into her skull, and ripped her in half, blood splattering all over you.

Diane and King gasped, watching as you calmly tore Guila in half. Ban’s eyes widened. You turned to look at them, her blood dripping off of you.

"What?" You asked, raising a brow. "It’s not like she was here physically. It’ll only cause her a few nightmares. No big deal."

"'No big deal?'" King shouted, clearly shaken. "You just tore that Holy Knight apart!"

"Shut up," you deadpanned, causing King to close his mouth.

"Y/N, you might hurt his feelings," Diane said, looking at King with a concerned expression.

"That isn't my problem," you said coldly, glaring at Diane. You turned away, hair still floating. "Let's get out of here."

"How were you able to get here?" Meliodas asked. You froze, not daring to turn around.

"Later," you said. "Not here. Not with him around." King looked at the ground, ashamed. You willed yourself to leave, opening your eyes to see that you were now in the real world.

You looked and saw Guila on the ground, unconscious. She was breathing, but now had the blood dripping from her head. You unsheathed your dagger.

"What are you doing?" Meliodas asked, the others appearing with him. You turned around and furrowed your brows in annoyance.

"What does it look like?" You asked. Your eye gleamed red. "I’m going to kill her."

Ban smirked and walked next to you, cracking his knuckles. "I agree with Shortie here. Let’s kill her while the killing’s good." You grinned at him.

"Don’t be barbaric," King interrupted. "I’ll petrify her."

You turned to face him, clearly pissed off. "I don’t think you have the right to tell me who I can or can’t kill," you snapped. King clamped his mouth shut and looked away. Ban smirked, letting out a low chuckle.

"Nah, let me handle this," Meliodas cut in. You turned to glare at him.

"I need to take out my anger on someone. I might as well take it out on her crazy ass and get rid of one pain, or you risk me snapping at one of you. It’s your choice," you said.

"I’ll help you," Ban said. You turned to look at him, eyebrows raised. "What?" He asked. "I’m the only other person that’s immortal here. And I’m not letting you take out this anger on yourself."

You stared at him, seeing if he’d waver or back down under your gaze. He stared back at you, your red eyes almost matching. You sighed and folded your arms over your chest. "Fine," you grumbled. "I won’t kill her. This time."

"Okay," Meliodas said, smiling mischievously.

•••

You sat on a log next to Ban, staring at the campfire. Hawk’s mom took you guys to a hill that was at a safe distance from the abandoned village. You took a shower and changed into a flowing, long-sleeved f/c top, baggy beige pants, and sandals.

The other Sins chatted and ate around you. You sighed as the earlier events started catching up to you. Your nightmare. Your breakdown. The memories of your parents.

Your breathing started to get uneven.

A large hand was suddenly placed on top of yours. You looked up in shock to see Ban looking at you, his hand on yours.

"What happened?" he asked. "You’ve been acting strange all day. It’s not like you."

Your eyes faltered from his, only to widen when you realized something. "You’re shirtless again?" You asked, blushing slightly.

Ban sighed and rolled his eyes. "That Holy Knight lady ruined my jacket. And I really liked it too."

You laughed, shaking your head. "Screw her." Ban let out a laugh.

"You gonna tell me what happened?" He repeated, looking at you in the eyes. You fought the urge to avert your eyes.

"I had a nightmare last night," you whispered, heart feeling heavy. "It was terrifying. I couldn’t go back to sleep after that. So I just stayed awake, and just... cried.

"And then with King... He... Let’s just say, he did something that broke my trust in him." You looked away, only to feel Ban rub his thumb on top of your hand. You took a deep breath and looked back at Ban.

"Then, to get to the Necropolis, I had to go through past memories of my p-parents," you said, staring down at the log with wide eyes. Ban’s eyes softened in concern at the haunted look in your eyes. "I don’t want to talk about it too much," you said. You looked back up at him. "I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier. You didn’t deserve that."

"Don’t worry about it," Ban said. "At least we’re all fine now, right?" Your eyes flickered up to meet King’s, and the gleam in your eyes instantly hardened. King averted his eyes and looked back at Diane. You sighed.

Ban poked you in the middle of your forehead. "Hey." You looked back up at him. "Don’t worry about King. He may be one of us, but you don’t have to forgive him yet. He has to earn that. Don't worry about it, okay?" You nodded, letting a small smile come to your face.

You took your hand from underneath Ban’s and swatted his shoulder, smirking. "If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’d have gone soft."

Ban gave you a fake smile and flicked your forehead. "Idiot! You’re the soft one." The smile was then replaced with a much more sincere one. He threw his head back and laughed, the sound of it causing your heart to flutter.

He looked back down at you and smiled. His eyes then lit up as if he remembered something. He fished his hand into his pocket and pulled out a flower that had white petals with lavender accents, a bright yellow center, and short yellow-green vines dangling from it.

Your eyes widened, taking in how beautiful it looked. You looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. He looked at the flower and smiled.

"From Elaine," he said, smiling at it. Your heart throbbed at the sight of him being so happy because of another person, but it fluttered at seeing him being so happy. Suddenly, he held it out to you, as if offering it to you.

"W-What?!" You said, putting your hands up. "I can’t take it! It’s from Elaine, she gave it to you—!"

"She told me to give it to you," Ban cut in, smiling softly. "It’s from the Forest."

You stared at the flower, your mouth hanging open. "I-I don’t know what to say."

"You don’t have to say anything, idiot," Ban said, laughing. He tucked the flower by your right ear, its vines growing so that it clung onto strands of your hair to keep it from falling. "There," he said, admiring the flower in your hair. You could only stare at him in awe.

You looked at him, your eyes shining in concern. "What happened in there with Elaine?"

Ban sighed and looked up at the sky. "She told me to let go," he said. "It’s not that hard, but at the same time, it’s not that simple. I don’t know. I will bring her back though. I at least owe her that."

You looked at him. "You’ll decide if you still love her when you resurrect her?" You asked.

"Yeah, I guess," Ban said, placing his hand on his forehead. "Geez, all this thinking is making my head hurt."

"Well I didn’t even know you could think until you just said that," you said, smirking at him. Ban turned to look at you, his eyes wide.

"Oh you’ll pay for that," he said, reaching over to grab you. You quickly sprang up and started running around the campfire, screaming and laughing as Ban yelled, chasing after you.

[nite-shay]

His Hero Part 1 -Kirishima Eijiro x Reader

A/N: Angst? Maybe lol. Still learning the whole what falls where. Maybe just some feels, I hope? 

Anyways, I hope you like it!

Links: Part 1 , Part 2

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All you wanted was to get your son a new toy.

That's it. 

It was simple. Walk to the store, walk-in, buy it, and see the unadulterated joy on your 5 years olds face as he got a new toy of his favorite hero. 

Simple right?

Wrong… so… so wrong…

*****************

"Where are we going, mommy?" A soft whine came from your young son, walking next to you. It was a beautiful day out as the two of you made your way down the surprising, non-crowded sidewalk. 

"If I tell you, it wouldn't be much of a surprise now, would it?" You teased.

"No... "

"So, how was school today?"

"Ok, I guess…." He shrugged his shoulder as his eyes wandered over to the passing buildings. School wasn't something he was particularly interested in, but hey, what five-year-olds are? 

Good thing you knew one subject that always seemed to get him to open up about his day. 

"Did you get to play heroes and villains today?" His eyes lit up before you could finish your question. Now that was a topic he was interested in. His voice was full of enthusiasm as he told you about every detail of his day, well of his adventure on the playground anyways. 

"It was really, really REALLY fun! I got to rush in and save everyone!" Oh, if you could only get him to love school as much as he did heroes.

"Really?" You played along like you haven't heard this near exact story every day since school started. "Hmm.. that sounds familiar. Oh yeah! It's there a hero you like that does that?" You gave your son a smirk as you tried to 'remember' the hero's name. "Hmm... now, what was his name again? Burgundy… Crimson... No, that's not right… Oh, I got it! It's Rose Revolt! 

"No, mommy!" He grabbed your hand roughly, making the two of you stop. "It's Red Riot!" He pointed to the bright red 'R' on his shirt and gave you a dazzling grin with his shark-like teeth. He had the brightest smile you'd ever seen that always seemed to light up any room he was in. 

"Oh, of course! Silly me! He's the blonde, right?" You couldn't help it. You loved to tease him. 

"Noooo! He has spiky red hair, and a quirk like mine, remember?!?!" He puffed out his cheeks as tears of frustration welled in the corner of his eyes. 

"Ok, Ok. Yes, I remember, sweetie. I was just teasing you." You squatted down to give him a quick kiss on his cheek. "He really is your favorite hero, isn't he?"

"Yeah! He's so cool!" Those crocodile tears dried up instantly as he boasted about his idol. "He rushes in and saves everyone! He's not scared of anything! I wanna be just like him when I grow up!"

"You want to be a hero?" You forced your smile in place as a wave of nausea hit you full force. It scared you to death to think of your sweet little boy in danger. But it also made you proud to see him want to help others. You just weren't sure you could handle him being a hero, you know second hand what that road is like from your cousin Melissa. Her husband was a hero and a well known one at that, so it wasn't uncommon for him to come home injured or admitted to the hospital. 

"Yeah!" One day I'll be a hero! Just like Red Riot!" What was a mother to do?

"Yeah, you will!" No matter how much it scared you, you couldn't crush his dreams. If this is what he wanted, then you'll support him. No matter what. "But! You need to be good and get good grades to be a hero!" You ran your fingers through his soft hair that was the same shade as yours.

"Aww! But I have been good! Plus, got two Bs AND an A this time!" He reminded you. 

"Yes, you did. And that earns you your surprise!"

"What is it? What is it?" He had enough of your teasing as he started jumping up and down for emphasis. 

"Why don't you turn around and have a look?" You pointed out your destination to your energetic jumping bean. There was that brilliant smile again as he looked over at the toy store behind him. In the large window display hung a post for a new action figure being released today. An action figure of your son's hero, Red Riot. Something he didn't yet have reminded you every day since the announcement of what he wanted for his birthday. But thanks to the bonus you got, you decided to spoil him some and get it for him early. Plus, he's earned it. 

You were practically dragged inside by the boy who couldn't have been ⅓ of your size. After giving a small wave to the storekeeper, who was chuckling at the over-excited boy, you made your way down the tight-fitting aisle. His red eyes were wide with excitement as he looked through the rows of toys in search of his prize. 

You loved seeing this look on his face and did everything you could to keep him smiling and happy. But being a single mom made that difficult some days. You weren't hurting for money, and he wasn't going without. You just wish you could do for him and let him have more moments like this. 

But you would take the moments you can get.

Too bad your little family moment was about to be cut short. 

******

"I asked you a question, old man." The larger of the two villains who had entered the store shortly after you asked the shopkeeper. "Why the hell are you selling so much of his merch?"

"Please… I don't want any trouble... Just take the money.."

"Still not answering us." The smaller one demands.

"H-he's a popular hero in this area…."

"So you just took it upon yourself to start selling that red bastard shit in our territory? Not a smart move. We run this part of town." He chuckled and looked over to his partner. "What do you say? I think an example needs to be made."

"Fuck yeah!" The larger man grabbed the row behind him and toppling it with a single hard push. The falling displaying pushed into the others, causing a domino effect throughout the store. The sounds of the items and rack hitting the ground, and each other was deafening. 

*******

You managed to grab your son just as the first rack fell but wasn't fast enough to dodge the second one that was currently crushing you. The sobbing boy in your arms was ok but terrified. He instinctively activated his newly found quirk, which protected him from any damage. His hard, jagged rock-like skin cut into you some, but you were just relieved it protected him. You, on the other hand, weren't as lucky. Searing pain echoed through your leg, particularly in your right leg, ribs, and back. Though the pain in your body was excruciating, your son came first. He seemed unharmed by the fall, and thankfully your body was keeping the weight of the heavy rack from crushing his small body. 

"(Y/S/N).... (Y/S/N)" you coughed. "Sweetie, are you ok?"

"M-mommy…" He shook as a sob racked his tiny body, causing him to shake against you. 

"Shh… it's ok sweetie... Everything will be ok… but…" you gasped a little trying to catch your breath. "But… you need to keep your quirk activated …" 

"I-I don't know if I c-can….I'm scared." You tried your best to smile for him and keep him calm, but the pain was making this difficult. 

Heavy footsteps echo through the store, along with the crunching of countless toys under those steps. Thank goodness someone was on their way to help. 

"I know you're scared. But… don't worry… mommy's right… Everything will be alright… someone... Will come help… us… heroes… you'll see..." Black spots danced in your vision as you started to get light-headed. 

"What did you say, you little bitch?" A large man appeared in front of you. This wasn't someone who had come to help you.No, this was a villain. You instinctively pulled your son closer to you. Though there wasn't much you could do to protect him. You were a quirkless civilian, not a hero. 

The man scowled at you, putting his large foot on the rack above you. "I'd watch my mouth if I was you." Shifting his weight, he slowly applied more pressure to the shelf above you. You scream in pain from the added weight. 

"Mommy!" 

"That's enough! Keep them quiet otherwise, a hero really might show up!" The other man snapped. "Hurry up and help me with this."

"Fine." The larger villain grunted before lifting his foot from the rack, giving you time to gulp in some air. The last thing you saw was the man looking down at you with an evil grin before that heavy foot came in contact with your face. The kick was fast and hard, knocking you out cold. "There. Now you have something to cry about kid." The larger man walked back to the front, leaving your son with your unconscious form.  

"Mommy?" Your son whimpered. "Wake up...Please…" 

He started to wiggle and managed to crawl out from under the massive display. 

 "Mommy…" Releasing his quirk, he shook you carefully but realized he wouldn't be able to wake you. He then tried pulling you by your arm from under the wreckage, but he was too weak, and you didn't budge.  

What was going to do? 

He was too weak to help you.  

You were hurt. 

You needed help. 

Where are the heroes? Please, someone. Help us!

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"Damn, this thing is tough." The larger man grunted as he tried to break open the safe. They had made the mistake of knocking out the shop keeper before getting the combination.  

"Need a hand?" Came a deep voice from the entrance to the shop.

"FUCK!" The villains jumped back to see not only the sturdy hero Red Riot but the larger BMI hero Fat Gum. Both of them were here. 

While the villains seemed imposing to the civilians they attacked; they were no match against the heroes. They didn't even have to use their quirks. 

"Attacking a toy store? Really guys? Not manly at all." Kirishima chided the two villains who were currently being bear-hugged by his long time mentor turned friend. "Let's get the-" 

"R-red Riot?" The storekeeper was finally coming around.

"Don't worry, we're here now everything is ok." He grinned and pointed toward the villains. "Guys didn't stand a chance." 

"P-Please heroes! In the back! There was a woman with a small child!" The storekeeper stammered pointed towards the wreck on his store. 

How could someone be in that mess? The redhead through before taking off towards the back. 

If someone was in there, they had to be hurt… bad…

"Hey! Can you hear me? Anyone back here?" He vaulted over some of the racks as he called out, hoping to hear a response. 

"H-Help!" Came a child's voice to his right. Following the cries, he rounded what's left of the corner to see a kid, who couldn't be no more than five with (Y/H/C) hair. Tears spilled from his eyes, and he tried to push up on one of the racks. "Please help my mommy!" 

"I got her kid. Stand back." Doing what he was told, your son moved to the side, watching his idol lift the rack with one arm while pulling you out from the wreckage. One look and the hero knew you were in bad shape. Your face was covered in blood from a nasty gash on your head, and one of your legs just... didn't look right. 

Shit… 

He should have checked the area first before bragging to the shop owner. 

Stupid.

He's a pro, not a rookie... 

"Mommy!" The child cried out to his mother running over to her shaking her lightly." Wake up… please mommy... The heroes are here just like you said.." After he set down the display, he rushed to your side and started checking for vitals. 

Bump Bump…..Bump Bump….

He sighed as he felt your faint beats against his fingertips. You were alive, but you need medical attention. He quickly radioed for EMS and started some minor first aid. Medical treatment wasn't his specialty by any means, but he learned over the years how to do a decent quick patch job on cuts. One he got the bleeding to stop, he glanced over to the child who still had tears dripping from his cheeks. He looked unharmed, which was amazing, considering the damages you sustained. 

"Shh... it's ok. I got help on the idea for her...." He tried to console the child, but his words weren't getting through to him; he was too shaken up. Those tears didn't stop, not until Kirishima put a hand on the boy's shoulder. Two pairs of crimson eyes met for the first time. "She's ok. I promise." Seeing those bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks reminded Kirishima of himself when he was that again. Granted, he didn't see his mom almost get crushed to death by a villain, but he used to cry. A lot at that age. Seeing the kid just... pulled at something inside the hero.

Maybe he was just empathizing with him… 

The hero's word seemed to work. His tears stopped as the kid froze and just stared at the hero.  

For about 10 seconds…

Then the faucet got turned on full blast.

Crap! 

The boy then rammed his small body into the hero, almost knocking him off balance. The redhead was stunned by the kid's actions as he wrapped his arm as far as he could around the hero. The boy cried his fresh warm tears seeping through his costume, breaking the unbreakable hero's heart. All that hero training and sometimes he forgot the basics. This was a kid, not an adult. He didn't just need reassurance from words, he needed physical comfort. You'd think he'd know this by now. Tentatively, the hero wrapped his arms around the boy and started rubbing the boys back. Something his mom used to do to him whenever he was scared. "Shh... your ok... everything's fine now..." 

It took about 3 minutes and 38 seconds, not that Kirishima was counting, to get the boy to calm down to the point where he wasn't hyperventilating any more. Now it was just sniffles and hiccups.

He continued comforting him until police and EMS arrived on the scene to assist the heroes. As Fat Gum talked to the police, Kirishima stayed with the woman and kid. The paramedic gave the kid once over before giving him a clean bill of health. He had a few bumps and bruises, but he would be alright. But as Kirishima suspected, you were in worse shape. They did what they could on the spot but quickly got you ready for transport to the local hospital. 

He started to shake again on hearing you had to go to the hospital. "Shhh... It's ok... These guys are pros and will take real good care of your mom" Kirishima hated this, but right now, all he could do was comfort the kid. He was lucky he even knew how to hold a kid. He didn't have any children of his own, but he had helped out Bakugo's with his little girl a few times. Though she was still a toddler and wasn't capable of talking or understanding a whole lot right now. 

"B-but…" He looked like he was about to cry again. 

"I swear it's just to get her checked out. Your mom is fine." He hoped.

"M-mommy said swearing is bad…"

"Oh.. "He chuckled at his childish logic. "She's a smart lady then. Yeah, swearing is pretty bad, but this is more like a promise, so it's a good thing." He patted your son on the head, which seemed to cheer him up some. "So, what's your name?" 

"(Y/S/N)."

"Gotta say that's a real manly name (Y/S/N)." 

"T-Thank you, s-sir." He shyly murmured, "Will.. you stay with me… please...."

"Yeah, sure, kid." Looking up to his mentor and friend, the man gave him a grin as cuffed the villains. "You good over there, Fat?" 

"Oh yeah, these guys ain't nothin. Take care of them, would ya?" 

The ride to the hospital was short, and you were quickly rushed back to the ER while your son and Kirishima were left in a small private waiting room, typically used by heroes or their families. Kirishima sat beside (Y/L/N) in silence while waiting for news about you.

"I'm sorry to ask this but, do you have anyone we can call? Your dad, maybe?"

"It's just me and mommy…" Tears started to swell in the corners of his eyes.

Damn it! This was clearly a touchy subject for the kid. His mom just got hurt in a villain attack, and now the person who saves him is making him cry. Reaching out, he pulled the kid over the railing and into his lap, hugging him tightly.

"Shh… I'm sorry… It's ok... I won't leave you. I'll stay with you until your mom wakes up. How about that?"

"Thank you. M-Mr. Red Riot, s-sir."

"You don't have to sir me." He sighed. 

"Sorry, sir!" The kid's head popped right up, making the redheaded hero laugh. He liked this kid. 

"But... I do need to call someone for you..." He scratched the back of his head while he pondered what to do. "Your mom seems like a pretty smart lady. Did she tell you what to do if there was an emergency? Like someone to call?"

"M-Mommy said if I was ever in t-trouble or could get to her to call my Aunt Missy..."

"Do you know her phone number?" 

"I'm s-sorry..." The kid shook his head sadly.

"Shh... it's ok. Don't worry about it. We'll just have to ask your mom when she wakes up, then. Now, won't we?." He was careful to keep his expression as cheerful as he could, but inside he was panicking.

Please please please let her wake up. 

It's not like he had a problem staying here with him. He was prepared to stay the rest of the day and night if that's what it came to. 

It's just... 

Kirishima was just worried about him. If something happened to you, what would happen to him? From the sounds of it, his father wasn't in the picture, and the 'Aunt Missy' wasn't much to go on. He facing this all alone. He couldn't leave him like this. That wouldn't be manly.

Kirishima shook his head a bit, trying to clear his thoughts. He really shouldn't be getting attached to the kid, but there was just... something about him... 

Distractions. Distractions were good. He needs to distract himself and the child in his lap. 

"So, you two came to the toy store today?"

"M-mommy said t-that I had been really g-good, so she was going to get me a surprise." He stuttered.

"Really? That's awesome! What did you wanna get?" Kirishima grinned at him before the boy buried his face into the hero's chest, muttering his response. "Huh?"  

Crap, did he make him sad again?

"A n-new action figure came out t-today of my favorite h-hero." (Y/S/N) seemed more nervous than before, which confused the hero. 

"Really?" A light bulb went off in the hero's head. "Which one? I may be able to go and get it for you. I'm pretty good friends with the shopkeeper." He really wanted to see the kid smile, but he knows that'll only happen when he was in his mother's arms again. But he had to do something for the kid. Hell, at this point, Kirishima was ready to give him one of his Crimson Riot collectibles if it would help. "So, which one were you going to get?" He smiled down at the boy who was still hiding his face from him.  

Was he doing the right thing?

Was he saying the right thing?

Kirishima wished he would look up at him at least. It made it easier to hear him and would let him know if he was upset or not. 

(Y/S/N) mumbled something into the redhead's chest.

"Sorry, didn't catch that. What did you say?"

"Y-you."

"I'm your hero? Really?" This shocked the hero. Yeah, he had fans, but most adults plus he was still considered a newbie in the pro world. While kids his age tend to go towards the flashier heroes. 

"Y-yeah!" His little head popped right up and the locked eye again. "You're like the best! You run in and help all the people! Just like me and mommy!" Those crimson eyes shone with excitement, awe, and some tears. "Mommy said, i-if I study hard, I-I can be a hero just like you!" Even though his stutters, the redhead, was moved by his words. He had run into fans before, but this kid was making him feel like he was twenty feet tall.

"She's right! You can be a hero, and I have a feeling you're going to be a manly one at that!" (Y/S/N) gave him the brightest smile he had ever seen, and it made Kirishima wanna cry.  

So manly...

A soft knock at the door spared him from his moment of weakness, followed by a nurse poking her head in. 

"Red Riot, Miss (Y/L/N) is awake now." She informed them.  

"Ready to see your mom?"

"Yeah!" The boy all but jumped out of his lap, but quickly turned around to grab the hero's hand. Pulling him along as they followed the nurse who giggled quietly at the sight of the two. 

*******

Meanwhile, in the room, you were being treated in.

"Please, Miss (Y/L/N), we need for you to calm down." The doctor pleaded with you as he pressed your shoulders back to be. You woke up about 10 mins ago, and after clearing your head for 5 of those minutes, you looked around the room. It was a nice hospital room. It was clean; the bed wasn't that bad, and it seemed well equipped. However, it was missing something.

(Y/S/N)...

Your son...

Where was your child...

What happened to him? Was he safe? 

The last thing you remembered was getting kicked by the villain.

You need to find your son. Now. 

"For the last time, I am calm!" You gritted out. Your mind still felt groggy as you struggled against the doctor and nurse (when did she get her?) who were trying to keep you from getting out of bed. Your motherly instincts and pure panic were quickly overpowering your head injury and the sluggish effects of medication. "Now, where the hell is my son!?"

"Mommy! You said a bad word!" (Y/S/N) gasped as he, of course, chose this very moment to appear in the doorway. 

Every bit of the fight you had, left you as the rush relief hit your body like a titlewave. 

He was ok. 

He was smiling, happy, and seeming unharmed as he walked in, holding the hand of a hero dressed in red. 

"Sweetie…" You whispered as tears came to both your eyes and his. You didn't get to another word out before he dropped the hero's hand and made a beeline for you. You immediately threw off the sheet and moved to get out of bed. The nurse tried to stop you, but you pulled out of her grip. You were going to your son, nurses, broken leg, bruised ribs, and mild concussion be damned. Though you didn't make it far, about 6 inches from the bed before your body collapsed. But that didn't stop the little boy from tacking into your ribs. "(Y/S/N)." You whispered a silent prayer as you checked over him to make sure he was ok. "Are you hurt?"

"Nope. I'm ok. Red Riot saved us!" He beamed at you before pointing to the hero behind him. "See! He came just like you said! You said a hero would save us, and he did! He even stayed with me!" The words came out as a jumbled mess as he tried to tell you everything at once. His excitement and relief were too much for his mouth to handle.  

You tore your eyes away from your son to look up at the man who had to save both you and him. The red hero looked over at you with what you could only describe as shock... 

He looked… familiar… 

His red hair was spiked, and his faceguard hid some of his features... But… those eyes… You knew those crimson eyes...

You froze.

You hadn't seen him in over five years…

"(Y/F/N)?" "Eijiro?"

Links: Part 1 , Part 2

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Tentacles and Ice People

Ben x Reader

(Y/N) never liked their powers, they scared them. Having another person inside your head wasn't fun. They were too scared to even use their powers to their full extent. Reginald used to lock them in a meat freezer just to see if they would leave their other half out.

(Y/N)'s Perspective

You sat in the meat locker, your hands barely holding yourself together. Your lips were violet, your hair was no longer (H/C) instead it was turning white so was your (E/C) eyes. Your tears were turning to ice as you cried, "Daddy! Please let me out!!" You cried. 

'Please (Y/N) let me take over. I can't let you keep doing this to yourself' Khione pleaded with you.

You knew her all your life but you were too scared that she would hurt someone. "P-promise you won't hurt anyone" You pleaded with your alter ego. 'Promise' Khione stated.

It felt like you were in your body, yet you couldn't feel any physical thing. "Well done Zero! Now retreat to your room" Dad stated walking away leaving the meat locker open. Khione gave you control again, you started running out only to stop when you saw the only one who could understand you.

"Ben" you choked out before falling into his arms. He was warm compared to your tweleve hours in a freezer. "Hey, it's okay your out now. Your out" Ben whispered as you cried into his chest. You told him everything, how after sixteen years you had finally given Khione control.

"What did it feel like?" Ben asked as you two sat on your bed. "It felt like I was in control but I couldn't feel anything only the sensation. I probably sound like an idiot" You rambled playing with your fingers. Ben held his hand in yours, the warmth feeling like bliss. "You're not an idiot (Y/N). I thinks it's cool, being able to talk to the other mind inside of you" Ben smiled before looking away from you. You knew Ben was insecure about his powers, being honest who wouldn't. Having a monster like that inside you, you were lucky enough to be able to have some sort of control over Khione and your cryokinesis.

"Ben" you cried lifting your hand to his chin. "Please, look at me" you pleaded making him face you. When he did your heart melted, his chocolate brown eyes filled with guilt and sadness, they way his forehead scrunched when he was sad it killed you to see him like this. "You are not under any circumstance a monster. You hear me, you are a good person Benny" You told him, Ben's eyes lit up at your words. The two of you didn't realise how close you were until Ben started to lean in.

Soft.

Ben's lips were soft as you both kissed, it felt as if you were in heaven. You hands went to his hair, tangling in his dark locks. Ben's hands made their way to your cheeks, his thumbs grazing them softly you felt sparks erupt everywhere. After a few moments you both pulled away rest your foreheads on one another. You both panted softly smiling sheepishly. "You don't know how long I waited to do that" You sighed staring into Ben's eyes. He chuckled before pulling you in again, this time with more passion, one hand on your back the other on your jaw. The sparks flew once more, the feeling of bliss spreading throughout your body.

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"I never want this to end" You smiled as you laid on your boyfriend's chest. "Same. Only three more days and we will be free (Y/N)" Ben smiled wrapping his arms around your waist tighter.

'This is why we love him' Khione chuckled causing you to do the same. "What did she say?" Ben asked, after almost two years he could tell when Khione was talking to you. You smiled at him, just as you were going to tell him the mission alarm went off.

"Number 1, 3 and Zero please come to my office for your mission briefing'Reginald called out over the intercom.

"We'll tell you when we get back" You pecked Ben's lips before running to your room to get changed.

~~~~~~

Ben's Perspective

I waited for (Y/N) to come back, it had been two days since they, Allison and Luther left. I kept pacing the hall Mom cam over to me. "Ben darling they're back" she smiled at me, I gave her a quick hug before dashing to the main entrance. When I got there Allison and Luther had their heads down. "Guys what happened? Where's (Y/N)" I asked, a horrible feeling in my gut. "Go to the infirmary Ben" Allison said sadly. I ran to the medical wing, I never ran to fast in my life.

I opened the door to see my beloved (Y/N) crying, their beautiful (H/C) now ombré ver. I saw Dad looking very disappointed " You failed Zero. You lost your only strength" He scolded harshly before leaving . I walked over to them, my heart racing. "(Y/N), sweetie? What happened?" I asked softly. (Y/N) looked at me, their eyes red and puffy from crying tears still spilling. "I- I lost her.. Benny... I-I lost Khione" (Y/N) cried before she placed her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around them, whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

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so i saw your post about bruce and his relationship to his rogues, and then right after i saw your post about bruce and croc (very hot stuff btw, 10/10), and that got me thinking. bruce and deathstroke. now I don't know if he's technically a part of the gotham rogue gallery, but im pretty sure he's been in gotham before? regardless, if bruce would bone the crocodile man then i think he would definitely bone the hot mercenary man

Firstly: Thank you so much!! 🖤 I’m glad you’re having fun y,y and you are absolutely right, if Bruce is down for the Croc, he’s down for Slade. 100%.

So now! Finally! Let’s THINK!

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The problem Slade has is that he is absolutely smitten in the worst possible way. He sees the bat in his hot little armour and it’s over.  And – he tells Bruce as much when they have their first real encounter – he himself wears armour, but it’s protective. It has a purpose. It doesn’t have ears and spiky gloves and a  c a p e. In short – it’s not fetish gear.

Bruce goes “Fetish is in the eye of the beholder” and kicks him in the head. Takeaway for Slade, of course, is that he’s flexible, too.

[warning: filth, bondage, daddy kink mention (and like...if you read between the lines)]

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So that’s their first meeting and that’s the beginning of the end for Slade, honestly. He as much as lays eyes on the Bat and tunnel vision activates in his head. I want to chain him to the ceiling and fuck his face until his chin is dripping with drool and come. I want to watch him suck on my gun. I want to handcuff him and bend him in half and fuck him until he can’t remember his own name. – you know, that kind of tunnel vision.

Considering Slade is an excellent manipulator, he goes into this thinking he’s out to teach the Bat a lesson and get a cute new trophy toy that’ll suck his cock and call him D*ddy, but in reality he’s the one following Bruce, head empty, cock hard, waiting for him to do one of his little split kicks again.

It’s embarrassing.

(Or it would be, if Slade stopped to think about it)

 Now what happens is an agreement. It has to happen, really, since Slade keeps popping up in Gotham and Bruce has enough on his hands without getting into pointless fights with mercenaries who don’t even seem to kill anyone, so what’s he even doing here?! (lies. Bruce knows exactly what Slade’s doing.)

The agreement is this: Slade stays out of trouble in Gotham, doesn’t snitch on the Bat’s identity and supplies Bruce with information he might stumble across.

Why would he agree to that? Easy, because the meetings where he supplies Bruce might be fun, right?

 Of course they are. And it’s all on Bruce, actually. The man can read a room and Slade isn’t exactly subtle about how much he wants to fuck him up. So he selects a place he frequents for meetings, some abandoned but functioning hotel room. It makes sense that he’s the one picking the locations, considering he probably doesn’t exactly enjoy coming by the station when he has to talk to Gordon to stand in a brightly lit room with surveillance cameras around and he knows his way around Gotham - especially the abandoned fun fairs and theme parks and spas, which are all bound to hold a certain amount of hotels. So, in short, he knows where to go.

I reckon he has a few spots he chooses from a random, but all we need to know that for Slade, he picks a place that has a nice, clean bed and a door that actually locks.

 And the Bat is a mask as much as Brucie is. Bruce is very careful about what he does and says and how he says it. He certainly knows how to behave in situations like this. Situations where he’s in an off the grid room with no cover and a brutal-rough assassin he has to talk business with. And, of course, situations where he’s in a hotel room with a brutal-rough guy who wants to fuck him. So when they’re done, Bruce nods and turns to leave. “I’ll check that.” Passes him. Stops by the door. Turns. “Do you want to fuck?”

 Easy as that. And Bruce loves to get railed, so why not?

Especially since he knows Slade’ll be kinky.

 He’s thought about it. He knows Slade’ll kiss him open-mouthed, messy and wet, fuck his mouth with his tongue until he’s feeling dizzy with it. He knows Slade’ll fiddle impatiently with the belt but will immediately lose track of that once Bruce kicks off the boots and trousers and slips on his lap, naked from the waist down. He knows he’ll impatiently tear off his gloves to squeeze his ass and his thighs and stroke his cock. And he knows Slade’ll make an absolute mess opening him up, way to much lube and fingers playing with his hole for way too long, until his knees’ll buckle and slip on the sheets and Slade has to hold him up to fuck his (no doubt nice and big) cock into him. He knows Slade’ll give it to him hard, hard enough to make the bed knock against the wall. He knows.

 And of course he’s right. 🖤

(For the most part, that is. He didn’t anticipate that Slade would call him “Pretty bat” and “Good boy”, or that Slade’d ask to tie him up. But he goes along anyways, wrists crossed over his head and eyes rolling back, letting his body move while Slade hammers into him. “Look at you take it, sweetheart, that’s a good boy. So good for me, aren’t you? Say it, sweetheart, who’re you being so good for?”

Bruce does say it, because he’s nice like that, and because he loves the way Slade sucks on his tongue in return, with his cock hitting him just right.)

 (In case you’re worried – the spikes on Bruce’s gloves are perfect for tearing ropes apart. It’s not all about fetish gear, you know?)

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 This was SO much fun! Thank you so much for the ask and I hope that you enjoyed this! 🖤✨ Truly a kindred spirit u,u