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Discoveries (or Eddie the banished part. 3) [E. M.]

Eddie Munson x Byers!reader

This can be read as a continuation of these two [1] [2], but also as a standalone thing. If you have more ideas about this concept, please tell me!

STRANGER THINGS MASTERLIST

Word count: 13k (yes, I have no self-control)

Warnings: not all the one shot talk about the relationship between Eddie and the reader, quality sibling time, come out of the closet, GREATWISE (Garreth x Will), mention of the AIDS epidemic, nightmares with Vecna, mentions of sex, and a lot of sensitive shit.

A/N: I have had a long time without writing and I know this is very long, but I hope it's good enough. I love you so much for reading, you can tell me what you think if you want!

Art by: @kidovna

"Mom, are you sure you don't want to tell me something?" you asked suddenly, while you dropped into her bed, and you watched her pack a couple of suitcases in a hurry.

Things were continuing as usual and you and your siblings had been enjoying your vacation days. You learned that the night before Eleven and Mike had an argument over God knows what while you were working and you thought that when you got home you could talk about it with her (it wouldn't be the first time that Wheeler's disappointment has turned into a topic of conversation with a relative) but during dinner the thought vanished when you found out that your very own mother was going on a business trip to fucking Alaska, while you ate a risotto prepared by none other than Murray Bauman, who was visiting that night; the reasons for all this? A poor explanation on the part of both that you thought to clarify now.

“Tell you something? What do you mean, my love?” she replied absently. She was actually rummaging through all the corners for warm enough clothes, which she clearly hadn't packed since Lenora, to see the scowl you had.

“Nothing, just that I find it very curious that a business trip has come out of nowhere. Especially since the one who accompanies you is Murray" you explained, hoping that she would confess things to you herself "I haven't seen him around here in a long time" you added, noticing the silence. Not for a second had the idea crossed your mind that this mysterious trip was a rescue mission for who should have been your stepfather at some point and the best police officer in Hawkins: Jim Hopper.

"Yes, that was very kind of him"

"Mom," you said again, trying to get her attention, "is this all about a romantic getaway?" you exclaimed, bluntly. You had barely made-up time with your mother and it turns out that she was leaving again, so you weren’t completely satisfied. The mention of a romantic involvement made your mother stop.

"A what? What are you talking about, Y/N?”

“You also have the right to find love, because don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that Murray is ugly but… you could have been honest and we wouldn't have been mad”

"Daughter, are you alright?" she said, genuinely confused, "Of course I'm not running away with a man, do you think I'm capable of doing that and leaving my four children alone?"

"I don't know, we do a lot of stupid things when we're in love" you laughed. Oh, and you knew about nonsense made for love.

“No, it's not that. It's a business trip, it's just… it's hard to explain why it's important right now, but I promise you that if everything goes well you'll know very soon” she explained to you. You still didn't quite believe her, but you still let her hug you and nodded your head "And don't think those things again, do you understand?"

“Yeah, yeah… whatever”

"Promise me that you and Jonathan will be good," she asked you, ignoring your lack of encouragement.

"And what about Will?"

“He always is,” she said without thinking and now you did laugh, pretending to be offended and making a sarcastic reference to the obvious favorite that didn't exist “I'm serious Y/N, just promise me you'll be okay. I don’t want to do this, but I trust you and I love you, it will only be a couple of days that I am going to be away”

“Okay, mom, we understand” you answered, with the utmost sincerity “You also take care of yourself and don't take longer than expected, okay? I want to see you as long as possible. The holidays won’t last forever” you exclaimed sadly. Joyce gave you another hug and gently kissed your forehead.

"There's nothing to worry about, I'll be back in a jiffy" she promised, taking the heavy bag she had packed with one hand "Help me with the other, will you?" Joyce asked, which you complied with, escorting her to the entrance where your three siblings were already waiting to say goodbye to her, as well as Murray to escort her. Both Will and Eleven had the same distrust on the trip, with Jonathan probably the only one believing it and only because he was under the influence of cheap weed that he had probably bought from an idiot. Maybe at some point you could tell him that your boyfriend had better quality drugs and they were only a couple of rooms away.

That morning your mother left as planned and you had to go back to your exploitative work routine, which had barely given you time to think about other things, or people. Like in Eddie, for example. Oh, Eddie, what could you say about him? It had already been a couple of weeks since you asked him (or something like that) to be your boyfriend and everything seemed to be going relatively well with your relationship. There were still many new things for you and the honeymoon stage was just passing, so there were no significant problems between you. At least it was one less worry.

As for the others, the truth was that they had taken it quite well. It wasn't a big surprise, of course, but it was still nice to meet you with congratulations and words of encouragement. Your mother was also happy and this happiness only increased when Eddie came to your house and chatted with her to introduce himself as 'your boyfriend'. It was short, but quite significant. And just like he did, you also came to his trailer on one of your free afternoons to meet his Uncle Wayne, with shortbread as a peace offering. He didn’t object, but was glad to meet you and supported his nephew.

Not to mention your brothers, who seemed to be the happiest with the decision. Jonathan preferred to stay out of the matter, but you would sometimes find him exchanging words with Eddie while he waited for you to be ready, always with friendly smiles on both their faces. Eleven was too shy with him at first, but little by little she seemed to be falling for Eddie Munson's charm with women. He liked to ask her about the things she liked and she, so little understood by most, had begun to see potential in your boyfriend to have a confidant. Will was the happiest of all, practically lighting up every time he saw Eddie. You knew that they were both artists as far as drawings and paintings were concerned and of course they shared an uncontrollable love for Dungeons and Dragons, so from there the two of them found more interests that kept the conversations interesting. Honestly, sometimes you got to feel a bit jealous because of the admiration that Will was beginning to feel for your boy, because that had always been your place.

But no matter how beautiful that dream seemed, life went on and your jobs didn’t have a clause that spoke about disability due to deep love.

“What do you think if we put the header with a less… rude title?” you asked your editor, trying not to sound like the troublemaker everyone told you, you were; much of it you had learned from Nancy Wheeler, but you would never admit it out loud. That is why when you saw that the headline referred in a derogatory way to a certain group of people, you thought that it was not something that would give the newspaper a good image... or at least not the image that you wanted to achieve "It's just a suggestion" you added with a shrug, praying he'd hear you, as you looked at the clock above you. In less than an hour you would be home and with any luck, you could call Eddie to join you for dinner or at least take a tour of your house, if he was free.

That night you were resting at The Hideout because the owners were giving a girl a job as payment for a favor, but honestly it wasn't something that was worrying you much. The money wasn’t the same, but the physical and emotional burden had also lessened. And, to be honest, now that you had taken some time to slow things down and enjoy yourself with your family like you used to, you didn't understand how you managed to survive all those months. The rhythm was exhausting and if it hadn't killed you, it was only because God was too merciful to you.

When your hands were finally sore from taking notes and the week's number was diagrammed (ignoring most of your suggestions) you put on your coat and headed out into the already slightly cool streets of Hawkins from the summer breeze. You stopped at the nearest pay phone and typed in the number you were beginning to know by heart, patiently waiting for someone to answer on the other end of the line.

"Munson Residence, who is this?"

"Hi, Eddie," you said, already with a smile for his antics, imagining if that's how he answered everyone who called him "I'm Y/N"

"Hey! Hello, my pretty. How is everything?"

"Are you busy?"

“A little, but nothing major. What's going on?"

“I was thinking if you wanted to come to my house for a while. The exhaustion is killing me and I would really like to see you”

"And you want some Munson-dicine?" he asked and you instantly sighed.

"That joke was so horrible that I already didn't want to see you, we'll talk tomorrow"

"Wait! Wait!" he laughed "I'll be ready in 5, are you near the bus stop?"

“About a block”

"Wait for me there, I'll pick you up"

"Okay"

“See you in a bit, love ya,” he said quickly, before hanging up. You walked the next block, deep in your thoughts, and a couple of minutes later you heard Eddie's beat-up van, which you already recognized perfectly, "Did you order a float, princess?"

"Don't be a clown" you smiled, watching him do the same from the open passenger window. You took a couple of steps and then got into the vehicle, greeting the boy with a quick kiss on the lips.

"Your place?"

“Yes, but we have to get something for dinner. My mom isn’t there and in the fridge there are half a tomato and a liter of milk”

"Not very appetizing" he murmured in amusement. You stopped at a grocery store to buy some whole wheat bread, ham, and more vegetables to prepare some sandwiches, while Eddie bought powdered chocolate to drink with the liter of milk you had at home and you laughed when you noticed. Shopping didn't take long and you were soon home to find Will and Jonathan watching TV, you greeted them and announced that you brought dinner, hearing cheers from both of them.

"Where is El?"

"She asked me for permission to go to sleep at a friend's house" replied Jonathan without stopping watching television. You snorted.

“And that friend by any chance is called Mike Wheeler?”

“She's with Max,” Will replied, and your frown changed to a softer one.

"Oh," you breathed out, remaining silent for a moment. You didn't know how to react, but anger wasn't on the list “… so it's okay. I'm glad to see that she's going out more” you added, happier than before. Max was a good girl and she also needed some company after what happened with her brother, because, although she talked about the pain as if she didn't care, you knew how much it affected her.

"Just say you hate Wheeler, no one will judge you" Eddie laughed, whispering the words in your ear as he took the opportunity to hug you. You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, but you didn't deny or confirm anything.

"We'll be in the kitchen, making dinner" you announced and both of them nodded their heads. Your boyfriend followed you a very short distance into said room, which was somewhat messy and dirty. The Byers house had never been a palace, but the truth was that for you it was the most welcoming; it was a sanctuary, a small space where you could always feel protected. Eddie, on the other hand, was used to living in trailers since he was little, so there was more than enough space in your house for him to be comfortable.

"I do it, rest if you want"

“Do you even know how to cook?”

"No, but I know how to mayonnaise a couple of bread slices," he huffed, folding his arms like a little boy. Normally you wouldn't let him do things for you, but you were so exhausted that you just whispered a soft 'okay' and gave him a kiss on the cheek by way of thanks. He had already mentally prepared himself to argue with you to let him do it, so your docility didn’t go unnoticed as he said “Was it a hard day?” he muttered. You dropped into a chair and kicked off your shoes, while he squatted in front of you, slumping slightly into the space between your legs and planting both hands on your waist. His face was below yours and he was looking at you through his pretty brown eyes with plenty of compassion.

"I'm very tired, that's all"

"You're always tired" he replied. It wasn't a claim, it was more like… an observation “Is there anything I can do for you?”

"Yes, but we should be in a more private place" you smiled, raising one of your hands to caress his cheek gently.

"Dirty" he laughed, wrinkling his nose, as he moved up a few inches to steal a kiss from you. Most of the time they were short, but to be honest you guys couldn't keep your lips from each other "I'm serious”

“Being here is enough. Just tell me about something, anything to keep me awake”

When he got up, he started making the sandwiches and he started telling you about a fantasy book he was reading. To the surprise of many people, he was a pretty good reader but very selective, so it was sometimes difficult for him to find the books he wanted. Most of them had been bought in second-hand places, but that didn't bother him at all, quite the opposite. Once he had even told you that those books had the best stories to tell.

When four sandwiches were ready, Eddie called your two brothers and the four of you sat at the table, talking about anything you could think of. Suddenly the conversation turned to the movie that Jonathan and Will had just seen, sometimes about silly jokes and then about nerdy things that neither you nor your older brother understood but enjoyed hearing. You ate as much as you wanted and had a good time with the three of you before sleep finally came to the eldest. You had talked to him a couple of times about his self-imposed stress and burdens, college, and family in the hope that he might feel better. And apparently it had worked, maybe that's why now he only smoked a joint before going to sleep. Just to ensure rest.

"I think I'll go to sleep too," Will told you. He had been smiling for most of the time and you took that as a good sign "See you tomorrow, rest up"

"Good night, buddy"

"Rest, Will," you exclaimed, reaching out for a quick hug. You saw him go down the hall and it was just you and Eddie by the old non-functioning fireplace. "Do you want to stay?"

"I can?"

"Of course. I've missed you these days, nothing would make me happier” you said sincerely. Eddie was always caught off guard by this kind of statement because he didn't know how to feel or what to say. How could someone like you say such things to him?

He smiled with flushed cheeks and moved his chair a little closer in your direction.

“Then I'll stay,” he replied softly, with that affectionate expression you loved to see on his face.

"It has nothing to do with this talk, but today something happened at work that bothered me a lot" you began to say.

"What was it, my love?" he asked and then you told him everything. You told him about the AIDS epidemic that by this point everyone had heard about on the news, or knew about the unfortunate death of a loved one, and how the media was taking advantage of this to put out tabloid stories with stupid thoughts.

“FAGS ARE DYING, can you believe it? Is that in a fucking headline in our newspaper?” you said. Your voice trembled, perhaps from helplessness or perhaps from sadness “I mean, there are so many people out there who are left without their best friend, without their partner, without their brother, and the media thinks it's something they can make fun of. AIDS mainly affects… gays, I understand that. But at the end of the day it's human lives we're talking about, what difference does it make if they like men or women? Or does who they love to affect the value of their lives? Doesn't it matter if these people die because at the end of the day they are abnormal? Bullshit, all of that is pure and complete bullshit” you muttered. Your hands moved back and forth as you talked and Eddie hadn't said anything since you started talking, he'd just been calm and attentive. You felt the boy take one of your hands and take it to his mouth to place a soft kiss on your knuckles.

"You have a heart of gold, did you know that, honey?" he said, his voice as kind and sweet as it had ever been, "I love that about you”

"Oh, come on, Ed."

"I'm serious. You never know how much those words can impact someone who thinks he's a freak just because of his feelings. It's nice that there is someone who supports"

“I only say what I think, that we are all equally important. And what if a boy likes boys? What if one girl likes another?

“You may also like both. Or, like, anyone, no matter what” he replied. You looked at him with a slight frown. "Well, it's probably... don't you think so?"

"I guess so" you exclaimed, not giving it much importance. Eddie was trying to say something else, but he didn't bother to explain. “But whatever the case, I think we all deserve respect and love. And if someone I know turned out to be like that, I wouldn't mind” you answered, firm on your main idea. It seemed inhuman to you to judge someone in that way.

Eddie was about to say something else when you heard footsteps down the hall that caught your attention. Looking at the door, you noticed that it was Will, who still hadn't put on his pajamas.

"Uh... just looking for water," he said nervously, feeling both eyes. Eddie was still holding one of your hands gently and standing too close to you as if everything you'd been talking about was a secret.

"Yes, we'll go to sleep now" you answered, squeezing your boyfriend's hand a little so that he would get up. You did the same and picked up a couple of plates, throwing them into the sink, but turning to the table you saw Will standing in front of you. He was no longer the shoulder-length child whose hair you ruffled. He was growing up, and very quickly "Did you miss something?" you said, just to annoy him. Your little brother smiled and wrapped you in a tight hug that took you by surprise.

"Rest, dumb," he said as he pulled away and you swore to see his shining eyes. Why was everyone suddenly acting so fucking weird?

"Rest too, dumb" you replied in the same way, watching him leave. Although his behavior had been odd, you were too tired to investigate the matter so you just held out your arms for Eddie and let him practically drag you into your own room. You only took off your pants and bra before throwing yourself on the old mattress on your bed.

"Go to sleep now, you need it" he exclaimed, moving a little until you were resting your head on his arm and your body attached to his, then feeling a soft kiss on your forehead.

You didn't say anything for a few minutes, trying to fall asleep, but the truth is that it was useless.

“Eddie”

"Yes?"

"Thanks. For being here” you answered, without coming out of your hiding place in his chest from him.

"There's nothing to be thankful for" he blurted out, as you craned your neck to kiss his bare chest "Goodnight" he breathed out and it was the last thing you heard before falling asleep.

A couple of days passed and your mother started to worry you. Like, too much. She wouldn't answer calls, you couldn't locate her, and no hope of seeing her come back to your house. She had said that she would be staying at a hotel, and you had called there asking for her, but it turned out that they had not even heard her name. It was all so strange that you asked to leave at The Hideout to stay away until you heard something about Joyce. The owners agreed because this new girl still needed money and they could ask her to cover for you. Jonathan was just as worried as you, if not more, and you two had tried to say as little to Eleven and Will as possible. Eddie didn't know anything about it either, you just told him that your mother had had unforeseen events. If anything comforted you, it's that at least she was with Murray and he should be taking care of her, after all he was a good man, right? By God, you expected him to be so.

That night you were impatiently biting your nails and looking at the door as if Joyce was going to knock at any moment and you almost fell on your face when you heard the doorbell and ran to answer it.

"Mom?" you had asked when opening. But instead of her, there was a boy "Eddie?"

"Hello" he greeted shyly. He was wearing his Hellfire shirt, loose jean pants, and a lightweight sweater that fell to his knees.

“Did you come to see me? I totally forgot, I don't know where I've been thinking lately…”

"Oh no, precious. I came for Will” he smiled, striding up to you for a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Will?" you asked now, a little surprised. You didn't remember either of them saying anything.

“Yes, I invited him to come to Hellfire today. We used to hang out at Garreth's over the holidays and I thought maybe he'd like to hang out. I thought maybe it would be nice for him to meet more guys and play, you know…” he said vaguely. The fact that Eddie cared for Will warmed your heart and made you love him even more. "I know I didn't ask you, but it's okay, right?" he cautiously exclaimed.

"No, no... not at all" you managed to say. You felt very tired from stress and the train of your thoughts sometimes took time to move forward. Surely the conversation caught Will's attention, because you heard him leave his room and walk to the entrance, with a backpack slung over his shoulder, while he greeted both of you “But why didn't any of you tell me? Are you trying to steal my boyfriend or are you trying to steal my brother?” you said in a fake dramatic voice, pointing at each one respectively.

"It'll only be a few hours, I promise." Eddie laughed. The way he high-fived Will reminded you of a younger Steve and Dustin at the ice cream parlor you visited over the summer. “Do you want me to bring something back? Do you feel like eating something?"

"I'll just go to sleep, Jonathan and Jane are in the rooms so I'll do it in the living room" you exclaimed. It was half true, because sometimes you slept there to be closer to the door in case your mom came.

"Do you know if mom is coming?" Will asked from beside you as if he read your thoughts. You didn't know, of course, but you didn't want to worry him either.

"I'll call her and ask her, okay?" you promised, to then ruffle Will's hair like when you were little "Have lots of fun and don't do anything silly"

"Did you hear, Byers?"

"I'm telling you, Eddie," you huffed, watching your boyfriend put a hand to his chest as if he was really offended. This didn't last long, because a few seconds later he was already leaning in your direction to kiss you kindly, under the flushed and disgusted look of your younger brother.

"Get some rest, yeah, precious?" he murmured gently. Eddie's voice could be mesmerizing and more than once his choice of words had made you tremble. He was very good at making you nervous, that was something for sure, and much more when after saying something like that he left you a kiss on the face.

"I will do it. Good luck, cheers to all the guys”

"Bye," Will said quickly, hugging you and trailing after Eddie. Once you were both in the van, your boyfriend leaned out the window and blew you a kiss, while your brother waved goodbye. A smile crossed your face at the image and you felt lucky to have someone like the metalhead in your life. You saw the van turn at the end of the street and felt someone tap your shoulder from behind, making you jump in place.

"Oh my God, you scared me" you laughed, now looking at your sister who was standing behind you.

"Do you wanna watch a movie with me?" she asked kindly.

"Of course"

“And can you make me popcorn?”

"Whatever you want, El," you said smiling. You had thought about resting, but if she wanted to hang out with you, you weren't going to say no. You were about to close the door when you saw a black car with fully tinted windows park in front and panic seized you. "Get into the room" you ordered her, pulling her behind you so that whoever it was couldn't see her " Eleven, go into the room and lock the door, do you understand me?” you repeated, with a little more urgency. Those kinds of cars almost always just spelled trouble.

It took you no more than two seconds to padlock the door and send the girl down the aisle, but when you peeked through the peephole you realized it was Murray getting out of the passenger seat. At his side was Dr. Owens and the one who opened the back door had been your mother. You held her breath at the sight of her safety (except for a couple of scratches she had on her face, which you would question her about later) but all thought of her was overwhelmed by the appearance of a fourth and fifth person. The first was a strange looking blond in a blue uniform, who you didn't know but hoped was someone from the good team. The next you almost didn't recognize him because now he was hairless and had lost a lot of weight, but then it only took you a second to figure out who it was.

Your mother was helping officer Jim Hopper out of the car.

"Jonathan!" you yelled, into the house. Your older brother was the person you fought the most with in life, but he was also the one you turned to when things got tough. Perhaps it had been the lifestyle you had led that had led you to such an extreme relationship.

You didn't hesitate to open the door and run to Joyce, taking her by surprise and almost making her and Hopper fall.

The following were quick and somewhat blurred memories. Eleven obviously burst into tears when she saw her father and you'd swear he was holding back as best he could from imitating the girl. Will and Eddie arrived, just as she had promised, hours later and they were both surprised to see the tide of people that were now in the house.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Eddie asked, moving closer to you and speaking in a barely whisper.

That same question had already been asked by you and answered by everyone; turns out your mom and Murray's supposed conference in Alaska was actually on a crazy trip to Russia to rescue Hooper from a jail where he'd ended up kicking the Communists' ass last year, which they found out about later of receiving the alert from a Russian soldier, even that in the course of the events they had managed to get him expelled from the country, being forced to bring him to the United States where now you had to give him a roof to sleep under.

But compared to the years before your life, this was a pleasant surprise and quite believable.

"This is fucking crazy, but I'm glad you're back, boss" you smiled. You had grown fond of the man and your words were genuine.

"And you, what are you? Her boyfriend?” Hopper asked, as if he had just noticed the boy next to you and it seemed appropriate to pay attention to his identity. Suddenly all eyes were on Eddie, who was sitting timidly and had one arm wrapped around your body, leaving literally no distance between you.

"Uh, that's right, sir."

“You are the Munson boy, right? I arrested you several times and you stole a couple of handcuffs, I remember your face well” he exclaimed, his eyes narrowing. Your three siblings narrowed an expression of surprise at your companion, while Murray suppressed a laugh.

"Couldn't Eddie and his criminal record be the main topic of conversation?" you chimed in, watching your boy turn red to the ears in embarrassment.

"American, do you guys have dinner at any time?" asked the blonde, completely oblivious to everything. You chuckled in relief at the change in subject and everyone followed suit, amused by your new guest, supposedly named Enzo (or Dimitri?) "I'm craving anything but that horrible dough they fed us in hell”

Well, apparently that was officially a new member of Hawkins' strange team.

The news that Hawkins's hero was alive shocked not only your family, but the entire town, because the news had spread rapidly. The visit to town was supposed to be temporary, but after this surprise event the idea of returning to California had been practically ruled out. Your family's life was always in Indiana, under this scenario they couldn't imagine another place to be. Added to this, now your mother and Jim seemed to have realized what the two of them had been feeling for years (something that almost all of you already knew) and after recovering it, she didn’t want to let it go. No again.

Owens was taking care of the legal and dangerous part of all this, because there were still bad people who wanted to hurt your little sister, just as they wanted to use her for their own interests. It would be a long process, but you trusted that he would achieve her relocation without risk to her or anyone in the family.

Suddenly the Byers house, which had been so empty in recent months, the space didn’t fit. The rooms had to be shared by three people at the same time and you had to buy extra pillows, as well as new sheets. Owens even suggested getting a bigger house, but you pointedly refused. You weren't going to abandon all your memories, that house was where you had grown up and it still had a door frame with your height and that of your two brothers marked in pencil over the years. That's how you all split into the Byers house and Hopper's cabin so you could sleep in single beds; it was tricky, but as always you would make it work.

So much fuss had barely left you time to see Eddie and at some point you began to fear that he was upset or began to like you less for your complicated schedule. But when you finally saw him at The Hideout on Tuesday and he dragged you backstage to kiss you like never before and tell you how much he missed you, you knew better. With Hopper's appearance, you thought a lot about the importance of your boyfriend knowing everything that had ever happened in town and the problems your family had faced, so you decided to tell him. He patiently listened to your story and you thought about how he would take the whole fantastic thing: Eleven's powers, the Upside Down, all the monsters that chased Will... it was too much to tell and too much to process, but you still told him. Eddie didn't question a single one of your words and although he didn't have a specific reaction, you knew he wasn't judging you or your friends. Days later he understood why everyone in the group seemed to share something in common that they weren't telling anyone and he was relieved that you made him part of it. As everything did eventually, things were looking up.

"What would you like to drink?" you asked, as kindly as possible, one of the recurring drunks at the bar. Tuesday again and Corroded coffin was already getting ready to go on stage, as was routine. The night was strangely quiet even when there were more people than usual, and you were surprised when you saw a smiling Steve Harrington walk through the door of the place. Two young men were following him and your surprise turned to confusion when you saw that it was your little brother and Dustin Henderson. You knew that the second followed Steve everywhere, it was part of the package, but you didn't imagine what Will could be doing there. Especially with the clothes he was wearing: a totally black outfit and messy hair, nothing to do with what you were used to.

"Ahoy, lady”

"What are you doing here?" you asked the air, hoping that one of the three would answer you.

“I came for a few drinks, they came to hear the band” I hadn't noticed the pair of T-shirts with Corroded Coffin printed in purple letters that your brother and his friend were wearing until that moment, which only increased your bewilderment.

"Eddie invited you?"

“Uh, yeah,” Dustin replied, strangely nervous. If there was anything left over from that guy, it was confidence and all of that just smelled very bad to you.

"Why didn't you tell me, Will?" you asked. Your brother had been very quiet the last few days, perhaps because you two had had some arguments. Nothing serious, just nonsense, but they were reason enough to sow discord between you.

That was something that seldom happened, since it was Will you went to when you fought with Jonathan. Between the two of you, it was a case apart; you knew that not all the credit for a good older sister was yours, since Johnny had also supported Will in his worst moments. And of course you too, you would never deny it, only that the relationships were... well, different. Jonathan and you were already adults, now you had different concerns than when you were teenagers and you could also notice that this supposed enmity was not so noticeable now. Sometimes he came up to you to tell you his problems and you never refused to listen to him, because you knew that since he was little he had to face the hardest part. Neither of them was a bad brother, only that you connected more with Will, your inseparable companion on adventures.

Well, that was until now.

“Y/N, don't scold him for God's sake. They just wanted to come and they asked me to accompany them, you have nothing to worry about” Steve said. You had to admit that it made you feel a little sad, even if you didn't have a valid reason "Don't be mean and pass me a beer, okay?" he asked you with a smile. You had no choice but to sigh and nod, after all you and Steve were very good friends and you knew he wouldn't do the boys any harm.

"Good evening, beautiful people," someone said into the microphone. It was Eddie, so handsome with his metal clothes and the makeup that you just fixed him a few minutes ago that made you forget about everything "See you again here, you already know us and we hope you like the show" he exclaimed, making sure wink in your direction.

You knew the band's songs and the covers they did, but the excited face of Dustin and your brother made you feel emotional too. With a slightly cooler head, you thought that now that Will was a member of Hellfire the band had probably gotten along well with him and that's why they had invited him. With Dustin the answer was logical, everyone including you adored that brat.

"They are loud... right?" Steve laughed, leaning across the bar toward you. He had been sipping the same beer for a long time, because he would take the boys back and he didn't want to be drunk for that "I mean, I'm kind of deaf in one ear, but I don't think they sound so bad"

“You should have heard them at the first performances, it was like hearing a cat giving birth,” you joked. You would never let Eddie hear that, but it made your friend laugh. "Why did they ask you to bring them, anyway?" you asked, nodding to the younger ones who were nodding to the beat of the music.

“Henderson said that he needed a half-responsible adult to accompany them and since you and Eddie would be working, that was left to me,” he replied, making you laugh.

"Will didn't tell me anything," you told him "Neither did Eddie" you continued, changing the look between the two of you.

"I think he was invited by someone named Darren or something like that"

"Garreth?"

"Yes, that one" he replied, pointing one of his fingers at you "And Dustin came to accompany him, he didn't want to come alone" Steve blurted out those words so naturally and just shrugged, but you were amazed by what you had heard. It was then that you looked at the drummer and realized that he was indeed looking at Will with a smile, who was looking at him in the same way. You knew Garreth, you had seen him a couple of times in the theater room and he had always been very nice. He was at most a year older than Will, so it didn't surprise you that the two had become friends. But if things were like that, why hide it?

A couple more songs and the show were over, which only leaves a sweaty Eddie walking excitedly up to you.

You kept looking at both young people for another while and indeed, that pair seemed not to want to take their eyes off each other. You could even tell that Garreth was trying hard to play the drums better, you could tell.

“Harrington! What a joy to see you here”

"Hello, Munson," he said friendly, respecting the strange tradition they had of speaking by their last names, hugging your boyfriend with pats on the back. When Eddie saw you, a mischievous smile crossed his face, and before you could say anything he was up on the counter, jumping over to the side where you were.

"Hey," he murmured, trying to sound flirty but failing as he stole a sweet kiss from you, "How's the prettiest waitress in the place?"

"Hi, Ed," you said, shaking your head gently at his flirtations. The rest of the band joined in the greetings at the bar, but you couldn't help but notice that Garreth went directly to Will to ask how the show was and if he liked it. Besides, of course, complimenting the shirt he was wearing.

“Did you enjoy the show? I don't want to spoil the surprise for you, but I'm writing a new song that I'm sure you'll love. It talks about a beautiful and funny girl who fucks like…”

"Eddie!" you said to shut him up, while you hit his chest. Steve had overheard part of that conversation, but he just chuckled.

"Anyway, I'm sure you'll love it" he continued, without any shame, while you noticed that his makeup was already a bit smudged; it just made him look better "Hey, Jeff invited us over to his house for a bit, is it okay if I come over?"

"Why would I object?"

"Maybe because you want me to stay here to spend time with me because you're completely crazy about me" he replied, raising a shoulder and avoiding your gaze as if he expected you to agree with him. Instead, you pulled him by the arm and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Get out of here. I don't want to have to put up with you drunk or high”

"You know I'll still end up sneaking to your room at dawn, right?" he asked, quite close to your ear, with a playful tone.

"By God I hope not, Hopper sleeps with your loaded gun under his pillow" you exclaimed, causing him to laugh nervously. After the first meeting, the man's favorite activity was bothering your boyfriend and although he wanted to look like a fuck-the-police man, you knew perfectly well that he was afraid of him "Ed, before you go, I want to ask you something”

"Spit it out"

"Did you invite Will to come over?" you exclaimed. Your boyfriend looked towards the aforementioned while pointing his thumb at him as if he needed confirmation that you meant that person.

“Lil Byers? No, I think Garreth invited him" he muttered "Why?"

"Not for nothing. Just curious"

“Seems like the two of them hit it off really quick,” Eddie told her, with a smile. "They like the same things and they look… alike”

"It makes me happy that he has more friends," you said "He's been driving me crazy these last few days, that's why he almost doesn't tell me anything anymore"

"I thought you guys got along"

"We do that. When it's important, you know. It's just that living together again makes things like the turn to use the shower a reason for fights” you laughed “Before he was calmer, but he has become a mouthy”

"The wonders of being an only child," Eddie scoffed. There was silence for barely a second and you were looking for something else to say until you felt the sting of a pair of teeth digging into your cheek.

"Don't do that, it hurts!" you complained It was a damn habit you still hadn't gotten used to; he loved to bite the part of the body that he was closest to.

"I have to go, little princess, but I'll pick you up in a while, 'kay?" he said, ignoring your reproach. Then he gave you a sweeter caress on the lips and jumped back to the other side of the bar.

“Y/N, can I come over to Jeff's house? Steve is going to take us,” Will murmured, moving to Eddie's side. He looked so different in that outfit and you wondered if, like Lucas with his new jock friends, that was the style he would adopt from now on.

"Only until my shift is over and Eddie comes for me" you exclaimed and the boy nodded, taking a couple of steps back to where the others were "Be careful and don't overdo it, okay?" you said to the curly-haired one, seeing him nod in the same way as your little brother "Thanks for taking them, Steve" you half yelled, receiving a thumbs up from your friend.

"Don't be bad, if you need anything you can call us" Eddie said goodbye, scribbling a number on a napkin, which was surely Jeff's house number. When you looked at it you realized that he had 'I love you!' written above the numbers as if he were Jeniffer Parker and you were Marty McFly.

You smiled and put the piece of paper in your pocket, sure that even if you didn't need to make the call you would keep it in that special box kept in your bedroom closet.

Saturdays were regularly your favorite days. Sometimes you'd go out with your friends, sometimes you'd hang out at home, and for the past couple of weeks they've been designated sleep-in days in Eddie's trailer. Wayne had no problem with that, he worked nights, and your boyfriend tried to keep (at least) the bed free of things so he could make a space for you to sleep. Sometimes he would play you a song on his acoustic guitar or he would read to you until you fell asleep, other times you were the one who brushed his curls and that was enough for him to fall like a log on the mattress. You'd obviously been on that mattress many times before, doing things that couldn't be brought up on a familiar schedule, but these times felt like something else; it was more intimate, quieter. Of course sex was great and it was partly what had started your relationship, however, now it was no longer the central point of every encounter. Sometimes it was nice just talking nonsense or lying next to each other.

"Do you think I should move those posters over there?" Eddie asked suddenly. He was lying with his head hanging upside down on the edge of the bed, wearing square-patterned pajamas that were one of your personal favorites, and he was staring at the wall. He liked to redecorate the place from time to time, he said it worked to get ideas and creativity flowing. Most of the time that so-called order was a complete disaster, but for him, it seemed to work perfectly. "I think they would look good where the band blanket is”

"Sure" you exclaimed, keeping your eyes closed and your head leaning against the wall where the head of the bed is supposed to go. You felt movement on the other side of the mattress and when you were about to open your eyes to see what had happened, some lips crashed against yours; soft and meaty.

"Don't ignore me," he complained, pouting and an angry scowl.

"I didn’t do it"

"I don't know why, but I don't believe you" he snorted "If you don't love me anymore you can tell me and that's it"

"Ed!" you laughed, reaching out your arms to draw him to you and kissing his face. Eddie's skin always felt soft, but this time you could notice a stubble on his chin that disturbed your caressing path. Also, his fluffy hair wasn’t making your job easier.

"I think I'll go take a quick shower before I go to sleep" he murmured, after a couple of kisses, to which you nodded your head. He got up and took a couple of steps, but for some reason he stopped to look at you for a couple of seconds "It's a good time for you to say you want to come with me"

"I took a shower before I came"

"You can pretend you need it" he insisted, making you laugh, and after a couple more offers you agreed to accompany him. It was a good opportunity for a quickie and if you were already tired before, after that you fell asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

Being summer it was difficult for you to sleep cuddling or the heat would be unbearable, but after a couple of hours you were close enough to him to hear a moan. This woke you up and you instinctively looked at Eddie's alarm clock with glowing numbers on his nightstand: 4:25 a.m. When you turned your head, you noticed that he wasn’t only complaining, but that his head was making soft and involuntary movements, a sign that he was surely having a nightmare.

"Eddie" you started to say, placing one of your outstretched palms on his chest "Ed..." you insisted, now moving him slowly in the hope of waking him up, until your words and actions achieved the goal. He got up panting and looking around for something, which he seemed to find when your eyes met his.

"Hello" was all he said, in a whisper of relief, before slumping back against your body to hug you. His skin was somewhat sweaty and he was still breathing hard.

"You are well?" you asked, running a hand through his curls and letting him hold onto you tightly. Eddie wasn’t a person with recurring nightmares, he almost always snored like a tractor and slept like a baby, so it was cause for concern.

"Mhm," he hummed as best he could, trying to bury his head in the crook of your neck for the sense of security he needed "Yeah, it was just... a bad dream”

"Calm down, nothing's wrong" you exclaimed to reassure him, continuing to run a hand up and down his back. You didn't want to talk, or ask him anything, you just waited for his breathing to slow down under your kind caresses and your soft kisses on the cheeks.

When he finally decided to speak, he did so in whispers, without letting go of your embrace. It turns out that planning the D&D campaigns had affected his mind a bit and somehow the nightmares had ended up going there.

He began to tell you about Vecna, a powerful magician who looked like a stuffed corpse without his left hand and eye, and his story about him. He also began to tell you about Kas the bloody-handed, the traitor, and the army of vampires he had. You were listening carefully to the story and then Eddie explained to you that he dreamed of himself being devoured by these demobats, ending up controlled by Vecna and completely possessed by evil. He told you that he dreamed that he hurt all his friends; the whole Hellfire club, Steve, Max, Robin, your brothers, and you. That was what had woken him up, the mere thought that he had hurt you in some way.

"It's stupid, I'm sorry" he muttered sadly when he was finally calm.

"It's not stupid, Ed. It was a nightmare, dreams are sometimes like that" you said kindly, with an understanding smile. You separated his face from yours to give him a kiss, which greatly reassured the boy, while he planted his warm hands on your cheeks "No vampire will come to attack you"

"I was the vampire, didn't you pay attention to the story?" he told you, a little more animated, and you giggled in the middle of the darkness "We just... it's idiocy, we have to go back to sleep"

"But…"

"We have to sleep" he repeated, pulling you roughly until the two of you were lying on the bed, and you let out a surprised cry that then turned into laughter.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I feel better now. They say that when you tell your nightmares it means they won't come true”

"Oh, sure, because Vecna would come for us if you don't," you said sarcastically. The boy ignored your taunt and his legs tangled with yours, while he buried his face in your boobs.

"They will protect me," they say, and you laughed, resting your head on his curls and closing your eyes to try to sleep. There was an inexplicable peace being in that position and again it didn't take long for you to slip into unconsciousness.

Fortunately this time neither of us had nightmares and the next morning was very pleasant, Eddie took charge of preparing something for breakfast and after eating it he took you home.

Nobody greeted you so you assumed they were still asleep, so you walked to the room to take all your things out of your backpack and put them away, but you didn't even start to do so when someone came and knocked on the door. It was Will.

"Hello"

"Hi" you answered with a smile. He walked inside and you didn't pay much attention, just dumped the contents of your backpack onto the bed. As soon as your eyes caught a box of condoms that you didn't remember was lying around, you quickly hid it, until your brother spoke again.

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Mhm," you hummed, while you folded your pajamas and arranged your toiletries on one of the bureaus "What is it?"

"Has Eddie ever given you anything?" he said. That had taken you by surprise because it wasn’t the kind of question you were expecting.

"Like a gift?" you exclaimed, seeing him nod gently “Uh�� he bought me a bandana once to tie my hair up or something. But that was before I was his girlfriend” you explained to your brother, who seemed satisfied with the answer “Why do you ask?”

"Do you promise you won't make fun?"

"It depends"

"Promise"

"Well, well. I promise. Tell me now"

"I… I want to buy someone something" your eyes widened at the shy response and almost a second later your brow furrowed.

"Do you like a girl?"

"You said you weren't going to tease"

“I'm not teasing” you clarified “It's just… you're talking about a girl, right?”

"What can I buy?" he insisted, monumentally ignoring your question. You wanted to bother him a little, but you promised not to, and you knew he would be very angry with you if you broke that promise.

You asked yourself what the hell a girl your brother's age might like and at the same time formulated possible candidates. It couldn't be Eleven, obviously, which left only Max. But she couldn't be either, you didn't think she was Will's type and Lucas was also in the task of winning her back. Most likely, she was a girl you didn't know and that he had met during these weeks in Hawkins. But who was she?

"How about some jewelry?" he said at some point, interrupting your thoughts "Those things look good, don't they?"

"Maybe a bracelet" you supported the idea "It's cute, small, and can always be worn"

"Yes, I think so"

“What is her name?” you asked, knowing that he probably wouldn't tell you anything. And indeed, he refused “Come on, don't be mean. At least tell me what she's like"

Will hesitated to answer, his expression had given him away, but still, he told you a couple of characteristics; golden hair and little curly, chubby cheeks, pretty eyes, very talkative… What the hell were you supposed to do with those poor pieces of information?

"Thanks for helping me" he murmured then, leaving no room for any more questions. You didn't want to harass him, but curiosity was eating at you.

"You should invite her over one day," you exclaimed vaguely. You tried to make it not sound like an order, but more like a suggestion "Hey, I want to ask you something too”

"Yeah?" he answered, from the door frame.

"Do you think Eddie likes flowers?" Asked. It was a bit of a tension breaker, but there was also sincerity.

"I think so, he seems"

“Cool”

“Cool” you imitated him and then he walked out the door.

Time passed quickly until it was Tuesday, again, and Corroded Coffin was present at the bar as they had been doing every week for a long time now.

Eddie was wearing a sleeveless shirt, with the band's logo printed by himself, which showed all the ink on his arms, shiny thanks to a light sweat, and red leather pants. He gave a flirtatious wave once he walked offstage, practically putting his entire body on the counter to reach up and kiss you, but in the process his hand brushed against something that caught his attention:

“Who gave you flowers?” he asked you, changing the affectionate tone with which he had spoken to you a moment ago for a jealous and angry one.

You looked at the bouquet next to you; three red roses full of small white flowers around it, covered with plastic and wrapped in a black bow.

Eddie's dismay only grew when you took it and held it out to him with one hand.

"They're for you"

"What?"

"I bought you flowers” he glanced at the flower arrangement and then at you, only to change his jealousy to a violent blush. Eddie was even quiet for a moment as if he was waiting for you to confess that it was a joke.

"Why?"

"Because I like you" you explained, as if it weren't an obvious thing "Come on, take them"

The boy took what you offered and looked at them for a second, analyzing them as if they were a very rare specimen.

"You're full of surprises, aren't you?" was all he said. It was obvious that you had taken him by surprise, but what gave you the most joy was the blush that you had managed to cause him and the shy smile that he had put on "I didn't buy you anything"

"You don't have to do it" you exclaimed trying not to worry him "I just wanted to do something nice for you"

"Thank you" Eddie reached out again to kiss you, this time softer and more deeply, until some whistles interrupted you.

It was the entire band, who were already cracking dirty jokes towards you, and they took their seats on the benches in front of the counter.

"Just because you guys don't have a girlfriend like mine doesn't mean I have to hold back," Eddie snorted. He loved to brag, and your good looks served him well enough to do so. But it wasn't just about beauty, he was proud to have someone who cares about him, thoughtful and kind above all things.

You watched as everyone shared knowing glances and now it was Garreth's turn to embarrass himself since apparently he was on his way to getting a girl. Or… something like that.

"Do you want something to drink?"

"No, mi cielo," he responded gently. It wasn't the first time that he called you nicknames in another language and you had started to get used to it, but just when you were about to answer something, you saw the object that left you in shock.

Garreth, who looked quite happy at the moment, was wearing a piece of silver on his left wrist. It was a simple chain that could go unnoticed by everyone, but not by you.

It turns out that that morning, you had accidentally come across a red box in your house that seemed too pretty to be there. You weren't a gossip, but your curiosity was too much and you opened it thinking it was an engagement ring that Hopper had strategically left behind, only to find yourself with a silver chain. You didn't imagine who it might belong to until you remembered your conversation with Will and realized that this was the gift he was going to give to the girl he liked. It was rather rough in your opinion, but not knowing the tastes of your brother's crush, you trusted that he was doing the right thing. You never imagined that that piece of jewelry would end up in the hands of your boyfriend's best friend, and you didn't have to be too smart to put the pieces together.

Golden hair and little curly, plump cheeks, pretty eyes, very talkative. Oh, shit.

"Are you alright, Y/N?" Jeff asked you suddenly. Your gaze was lost and your face as pale as possible "It seems you saw a ghost"

"I'm fine" you lied "My stomach hurts a little, that's all"

"Really?" Eddie asked, with a concerned expression.

“Mhm. It's… girly things” you answered in a whisper and it took a second for your boyfriend to widen his eyes as he nodded. You would know that under that excuse no one would dare to inquire into the subject.

You didn't say anything else for the rest of the shift, just short responses to Eddie assuring him you felt fine and smiles at the rest of the group. You didn't want to make false assumptions, but no matter how hard you tried to find another explanation or a radical twist in the evidence, you always came to the same conclusion. That your little brother was… that he was…

That he was in love, but not with the person you had imagined. That gift was never for a girl, it was for a boy.

“I'll take you home,” Eddie offered, hugging you gently from the side, still noticing how distracted you were. You hadn't even realized at what point they had loaded the things in the van and you had closed the bar.

"Hmm, yeah" you replied, blinking a few times to snap back to reality. The three guys were talking by Jeff's car, a space away from your boyfriend's vehicle. As you passed, Eddie waved and you followed suit, making sure to look back at Garreth’s waving arm and make sure your eyes weren't deceiving you.

The way to your house was silent, with your boyfriend's hand planted firmly on your thigh while he gave you gentle caresses. He had asked you countless times if he could do anything for you, if you wanted help or if you had 'those things you needed'. Despite everything, you couldn't help noticing his disposition and you thanked him with a tender kiss on the cheek.

When you arrived, you went straight to bed and your thoughts overflowed without any control, making you think of something that could be your reality. You suddenly thought of all those signs in Will that you had ignored until now or that simply hadn't mattered; his clothes, his way of talking, his personality, his apparent terror for the girls in high school, the sensitivity in him.

Suddenly even Mike came to mind. Were you reading things wrong? Is that why Will cried so much when his best friend was cruel to him? Is that why he always forgave any failure of the black-haired man? His blood boiled at the mere thought of the pain he had been feeling all this time. The pain he had been feeling alone.

Any selfish feelings were eliminated when you understood the big picture of the situation. It wasn't about whether you wanted nephews one day, or whether you dreamed of seeing Will in a formal suit and a girl in white waiting for him at the altar, and even if you were excited because he had finally asked you for some love advice; to you, his older sister who is supposed to know the taste of women.

You understood that it wasn’t about you, but about him.

And suddenly you felt tremendous fear. Fear for words, for actions, for scorn, fear of seeing him reduced to a simple label with which everyone would judge him. Fear of disease, fear of murder... just all the fear that could be felt by a loved one in that condition. Or situation, rather.

You went to sleep with a tangle of thoughts spinning around your head and a pain in your chest from worry, hoping that when you woke up, they would have completely disappeared. But they hadn't.

The matter disturbed your calm for what were days, something that didn’t go unnoticed by your family, friends, and boyfriend, but still you didn’t speak to anyone about it. It wasn't your place and you weren't even sure Will really felt that way, so what you decided to do was watch. You noticed the secret calls your brother made, the dinner outings, walks, and campaign planning that he had, and Will's attendance at band rehearsals that you noticed thanks to Eddie; it was all by the same person.

"What's wrong with you lately?" Jonathan had asked you once. Just as you were worried about Will, he was worried about you.

"I have nothing" you lied. But with him that nonsense would not work and you knew it perfectly.

“You know it's not like that and I know it. Did something happen with Eddie?"

"Eddie?" you asked confused, not thinking about how this might relate to him. But being logical, it was too valid an assumption “No, no. He's great, we're good."

"Then?" your brother said. You were silent, with a lump in your throat and that burning in the back of your head that could only be due to stress, until you decided that it would be best to tell him what was happening. You knew that he was the most suitable person. He wouldn't judge Will and, after all, he was also his brother.

"I… I think I've known for a while" he suddenly exclaimed and your eyes almost popped out of your sockets.

“How…? He told you?"

"I just know, just like you know that now he was dating that guy" you two were silent for a moment, you with your eyes lowered on the floor and he evaluating your reaction.

"And what do I do?"

"You? Nothing" answered Jonathan, almost like a mockery "It is Will who will decide what to do, not you"

"Yes, but..."

"Y/N" the older one interrupted you "do you remember that time, when we were kids, you wanted to cut your bangs?" he started to say and you nodded, not knowing what that comment was coming from, “Mom told you no, but you insisted, I told you no, but you insisted. And then you found those scissors and you locked yourself in the bathroom to do it. When you came out you looked… you looked so ridiculous” a giggle escaped Jonathan's lips “And you were crying so much. Mom was working and I had to help you, I fixed it as I could and I made you hot chocolate so you would stop crying. You felt like the ugliest girl in the world for the first few days, but then we laughed so hard about it, do you remember?"

"It took a while to grow" you smiled, not realizing that a couple of tears had already escaped from your eyes.

“He will have to learn. And he's going to suffer, a lot, but all you and I can do is be there and love him, no matter what happens” by this point, the crying was uncontrollable, and you fell against your brother's chest to cry freely. They weren't tears of disappointment or anything like that: it was pure concern.

“I love you so much, Jonathan," you sobbed. You were aware of what your brother represented in your life, but you had never told him openly and you practically vomited everything you were grateful to him for at that moment, which ended with Jonathan crying as well.

And as if that weren't enough, Will walked in just a few minutes later, wearing the Hellfire shirt with another flannel shirt over it that had ripped sleeves (quite similar to a certain someone) and with a huge smile that faded as soon as he saw you.

"What happened?" he asked, lunging in your direction with obvious concern. You wondered if that was how your lives were, always worried about the other and hiding things so as not to hurt each other. But you didn't say anything, you just pulled him with one hand and joined the hug while you continued crying.

Eventually Will did too, with more intensity than both of you, and somehow all three of you knew why. That suspicion was only confirmed when he pulled away and said that he wanted to tell you something.

Joyce wasn't home, nor was Hopper, and maybe that gave your brother more courage to tell you out loud what he had been keeping for so many years. There was not a pout, not a claim, not even an expression of surprise.

“And that time you were talking to Eddie about it, I… I heard you and I thought…” he couldn't even finish the sentence, his sobs impeding it, but after a couple of tries he finished it, “I thought I could tell you. To you two”

"Does anyone else know?"

"Eleven" he replied. That did manage to surprise you, not because you thought she wouldn't support him but because of how Will had explained her situation without confusing her “And Dustin. But only them"

“I'm glad you told us,” Jonathan murmured, and you knew he meant it from the bottom of his heart. Will wiped away the tears with the back of his hand and you shook his hair.

“You should never feel ashamed of your feelings. This doesn’t change you at all, you will always be Will and that is what matters” you completed. You didn't know if they were the right words, but they were the best you could offer. "And whenever you need another love advice, you know where to turn," you joked. You weren't going to pressure him to tell you right there whether he liked Garreth or didn't like him, because the poor boy was doing too much by confessing something so difficult to him.

The subject didn't come up again and although Will felt completely strange for the first few days, you gradually got over it. After all, and as you said before, he was still himself.

Once again the weeks passed normally and when you least expected it half of the summer vacation was already gone. Work and household chores were taking up most of your time with the rest regularly going to Eddie. At first you wanted to tell her about Will, but something in you told you that it wasn't right and it wasn't your place; if he wanted to tell him, he was going to decide. Of course, your boyfriend didn't stop noticing your brother's attendance at practically all the band's rehearsals and somehow, he started to get jealous that the drummer could have an audience to root for him and he didn't. So, one fine day he invited you too.

"And what am I supposed to do?" you smiled. You were half naked on his mattress, while he traced messy patterns on the skin of your tummy.

“Just sitting there and looking pretty. It won't be hard at all,” he teased, brushing a kiss over your skin and crawling around so he could hug you.

You knew how much Eddie loved Corroded Coffin and if something was special to him then it would be special to you too, so on this idea you agreed to go during a rehearsal. All the members were nice, they offered you beer and you had a good time, but what moved you the most was seeing Eddie so happy with you around. You tried not to pay attention to the flirtatious glances your brother and Garreth gave each other, but it was almost impossible not to chuckle inwardly.

You decided to put your trust in him, because you had spoken to him a couple of times and, from everything Eddie had told you, he seemed to be a good person, a thought that was consolidated when you saw the way he spoke to Will and especially the huge smile your brother had when they were around. Still, if he harmed him, he would have to deal with basically your entire family and for his own good you hoped he wouldn't.

That day Eddie, after rehearsal, stole a few hours from you to take you for a ride in his van to practically nowhere. It was just him and you hanging around the road and talking about everything at the same time, giggling and making out with the pair of lovers that you were.

You never expected that summer would turn out like that or that it would bring the surprises that had come. If before it was only a probability, now it was totally certain that you would continue in Hawkins, and with a bit of luck you and Eddie would graduate so that you could go to a university, maybe together or maybe not, but a university at the end of the day.

Night fell and you were still walking, your boyfriend's hand planted firmly on your thigh, as he almost always did, and the music blaring out loud.

“When we get married, do you want a big house or a small house?”

“When we what?" you asked, nearly choking, fearing you had misheard.

"We are going to get married, aren't we?" he exclaimed as if it were a predetermined event. You frowned at him and he laughed "Well, imagine you don't totally hate the idea and would like to marry me, would we have a big house or a small one?"

"I don't hate the idea of marrying you"

"Big or small?" he insisted. You sighed and trying to hide a smile you answered 'small' "And do you want to have pets?"

“A dog maybe. To play with the children"

"Children?" now it was his turn to choke.

"You love having sex, in case you don't remember, that's where children come from"

"But there is also a blessed person who invented condoms," he said, with a tone of obviousness.

"So you don't want to have children?"

"We should really think about it"

“You are not going to give birth to them”

“But I'll have to feed them”

There was silence for a moment, where you only concentrated on the road and the lights.

"And the wedding?" you exclaimed “Do you want one of those huge weddings or something low-key?”

“Discreet and only in a civil way, with our families, a couple of friends. Something on the beach maybe" he replied and something told you that the boy had already danced around the idea before "And I'll get married with my sneakers on"

"No way"

“No sneakers, no deal”

"Fine, you keep the sneakers, but you will wear a nice suit or I’ll stand you up” you replied "And you are going to cut your hair"

"Then I don't want to marry you anymore," he huffed. A fit of laughter invaded both of you suddenly and when it ended you continued with the questions.

The night was spent talking about a wedding that hadn't happened yet, the kids you didn't have yet, your dream job, the decorations for the house, the retirement plan, and a couple of rocking chairs that Eddie would buy you two to sit in the living room to watch TV and sleep.

He managed to convince you to stay the night in your room and with him sleeping peacefully next to you, you thought that it wouldn't be so crazy to see all those dreams come true one day.

Who knows, only time would tell.

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things 4 #joseph quinn #will byers #greatwise #garreth x will

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umi-sen-yama-sen · 3 years ago

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(SasuSaku childhood friends + Miko!Sakura and the Sound Five ; short drabble)

Inspired from this beautiful artwork by @ni23ku on Twitter

"Hey..."

"Hm?"

"Isn't that the Uchiha boy?"

"You're right— Ow, Tayuya! Where the hell are you grabbing me?!"

"Quiet, Fatso!" Tayuya hissed as she peered at the tall man in the distance, who was standing in front of a Shinto shrine with his back to them. "Just tone down your grumpy voice."

"Tch, what an annoying girl you are. My name is Jirobo, stop calling me that."

"Right right, I know, Jirobo," she only waved her hand, apathetic, her gaze still fixed on the guy in the distance, "Just what is Uchiha Itachi's younger brother doing in front of a shrine?"

"Planning to pray, what else?" Jirobo sarcastically replied.

"Stop being such a moron, you orc. If he's planning a shrine visit, then he should be entering the said premises before we could spot him. It's obvious he's waiting for someone. He's like that— for what? Four to five minutes?"

And with that, Jirobo blinked out of consideration and simply looked at the Uchiha guy himself. "Hm…it does look like it." he noted.

"Right? I'm glad to know that you're not losing your common sense yet." Tayuya patted him on the back and continued, "You can be outright stupid at times."

"Shut up, tomboy."

Instead of responding to his insult, she inquired. "Who do you think he's expecting?"

"A friend, maybe? I mean, it's possible he's waiting for that blonde Uzumaki. They're somehow linked at the hip, aren't they?"

"It could be, but why in front of a shrine of all places?" she hummed, skeptical. "Hmm, it could also be different... Wait, he's carrying a drink too, and he's not even drinking it; maybe it's for someone?"

"Likely."

"What if he's waiting for his date?"

"Possible."

Peeved, Tayuya glared at her large companion as if he were a bug under her shoe. "Asshole, are you even trying to help me think about the possibilities?"

"Huh?" Jirobo turned his head at her, mildly confused and visibly offended. "I'm already answering you, aren't I?"

"But your answers don't help at all! You're pretty useless!"

"Why do we even bother with Itachi-san's brother anyway? Don't tell me, your tomboy phase has finally come to an end? Ah," he snapped his finger as if he realized something right away, "is he your crush or something?"

"You know what? Fuck you!"

"Haha, what's going on here?" Kidomaru appeared, holding a plastic bag containing some generic hot pot ingredients purchased from a convenience store. "Look Sakon, we just left for a few minutes and they started bickering again like a married couple."

"Kido, if you say one more thing, I swear I'll wring your neck like a beach towel."

"Boohoo! Scarrrrryyyy!" Kidomaru replied with a dramatic wipe of his eye and then he cackled like a maniac.

"Looks like the Uchiha is doing it again, huh?" Sakon wondered aloud, looking at the aforementioned Uchiha, to which Tayuya immediately whipped her head in his direction, as if he had the answers to her questions all along.

"You!" she yanked on his arm, "Do you know anything?"

"Well, he's actually always there after school classes," he replied, blinking, "I always see him on the same spot while going home, everyday."

"I see," Tayuya nodded in clarity, somehow enlightened. "I should have asked you all along instead of this stupid Jirobo, Sakon. He was really useless to talk to."

Offended, Jirobo exclaimed, "Oi, you're insulting me far too much this day, you bitch!"

She ignored him yet again and concentrated on Sakon. "Tell me a lot more, I'm curious."

"?" He could only raise his brow at her, puzzled, "If you're asking me about the reason why he's always there, I also have no idea myself."

She grimaced in response to his statement, clearly disappointed. "Tsk, men... always so useless."

"Hey, that's a bit too much, y'know." Sakon sighed.

"He's always waiting for Sakura-san." The last member of their circle said, which was none other than Kaguya Kimimaro.

"‘Sakura-san’?" she parroted, curious.

Kimimaro nodded, "Yes. The pink haired shrine maiden who worked in that shrine."

—

"Sasuke-kun!" Sakura ran all the way to him, carrying a broom in hand, somewhat winded. "Geez, not again!"

Sasuke only turned his head and nodded his greetings, "Good afternoon."

"Why are you here? I told you you didn't have to come today!" she exclaimed, "You have exams this week, right? You should focus on that instead of coming here!"

"Here," Instead of responding, he pushed the sippy cup against her face, leaving Sakura puzzled. "Your iced coffee," he said.

"Huh?" The pinkette flitted her emerald eyes between him and the beverage in his hand, "Don't tell me you came here just because of what I said last night?"

"I am," Sasuke replied, and she only gaped in return. "What? You said you wanted iced coffee, so I bought it for you. You don't like it?"

"O-of course, I like everything you do!" she exclaimed almost instantly and loudly, drawing the attention of several people who were intrigued by her outburst that had her flustered from her neck to her hair roots. "I-I mean, I really like the iced coffee you got me."

"You should," he said with a gentle twitch of his lip, as if smiling. "Will you accept it, or will I drink it?"

"Absolutely not!" Sakura huffed as she snatched the sippy cup from his grasp, prompting a smirk from the man. "You bought it for me, so it's mine, only mine."

"How self-indulgent."

"But at least I'm not obstinate; didn't I warn you not to come?"

"Hn."

"Sasuke-kun, seriously."

"I just want to visit, is it that bad?"

"No, it's just that…"

"Then don't fret, it's my decision," Sasuke said as he walked past her through the shrine's entrance.

She was taken aback and immediately followed him. "But Sasuke-kun, I'm serious, you know! Exams are more important and you should—"

"And I am as well," He paused and returned his gaze to her, his eyes solemn. "I'm serious about deciding to spend time with you."

She blushed instantly, too tongue-tied to even consider a rebuttal to his direct remark.

"I can pass my exams without putting in too much effort, Sakura, so what are you waiting for? Come."

Even though she was vehemently opposed to the idea and blushing profusely, Sakura had no choice but to follow her pompous childhood friend all the way back inside the shrine, completely unaware of the girlish squeals of the other shrine maidens who were watching the entire scene unfold.

As they hid like criminals behind a large maple tree— Sakon, Kidomaru, and Jirobo could only groan in frustration next to the nosy but very intrigued Tayuya, doing their best to be inconspicuous in their hiding spot with a curious Kimimaro in tow.

"Aren't Uchihas a real, walking blocks of ice? How could this be possible...?" she muttered to herself.

"Ugh, Tayuya, we don't have all the time in the world, y'know. We're supposed to eat hot pot tonight, just let's go," Kidomaru grumbled next to her.

"I guess that miko is the Uchiha boy's girlfriend, huh?" Tayuya remarked, fascinated.

"Ahh, no shit, Sherlock," he nearly whined, "Just let us go, woman."

—

(End)

#sasusaku #uchiha sasuke #haruno sakura #sasusaku fic #sasusaku short drabble #ssk childhood friends + miko!sakura #sakon (naruto)#tayuya (naruto)#kidomaru (naruto)#kaguya kimimaro #the sound five (naruto)

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kandyrezi · 3 years ago

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Hey there! I really love your stuff so if it's not too much of a bother, how would yandere Reficul or even Sin react to a nice and sweet but ultimately stupid and oblivious darling. The type that gets kidnapped and just says they could have just asked if they wanted them to sleep over.

— [ ♡ / ♢ ] Yandere!Sin scenario;

(warnings: confinement, hints of manipulation, sin is not as sweet as she appears.)

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✧; Your first meeting was peculiar; an angel with an unconcerned look to them had spotted her. You didn't look frightened of her in the slightest. Sin had no reason to fear you either; poisoning (and she does use this word in its very literal sense) the minds of imprudent, foolish little angels was one of her specialties.

"Hello! I've never seen a creature like you before." you say in earnest delight, "You're so pretty, I like your beautiful dress!"

She wonders if you're a native to the land of this world. You aren't wearing the Light World's uniform all angels were obligated to wear. Well, not likely, as she didn't expect to find any of them here.

"Do you come here to look at the view too? I usually like the sunset more, but the stars are nice to gaze at too." you continue on.

She normally went sight-seeing with her beloved wife, but it seemed Reficul had some important otherworldly matters to attend to.

"Yes, the view is indeed nice."

"I don't get the opportunity to visit that often. We have some pretty strict rules on where we can go and all that."

She feigns at least some interest in what you were saying.

"I see."

"What's your name, miss?"

Oh dear, this was quite a curious one, were you not?

"My name is Sin."

"Do you... er, how should I phrase this..." you fumble, searching for appropriate words to use, "...ever get scared looks from others with a name like that?"

She finds the question both perplexing and amusing. She was certainly seen as a vile, invisible monster by those in Elux's world before the creation of the current world she resides in. Still, she opts for a completely honest answer.

"Not particularly."

✧; You're the type who thinks angels and demons can co-exist together peacefully. You've likely never even encountered one, and Sin is the first one you've come across. You might be short-sighted in that regard, but that only makes it all the easier to manipulate you.

She mostly listens to you talk, cutting in with little to say on her own behalf, wondering what to do with a wandering lamb who separated from their herd, directly into the maw of a snake.

"Say... you look rather cold under this frigid moonlight. But... it's a good thing I've got warm stew at my home. How would you like to have some with me?"

"Oh, I'd like that, but... I've got a curfew, you see, and I'm not technically allowed to be out this long, or the others will start wondering," you apologize, "but I'll definitely take you up on that offer for next time, miss Sin! You seem nice, and I do like home-cooked meals!"

Yeah, she wouldn't mind seeing you again at another time too - so long as you didn't bring an entire battalion of seraphim and other angels with you.

✧; Six days after the initial encounter does she visit again, near the time when the sun has set and first celestial bodies begin to take form in the skies.

Careful observation underwater reveals you completely alone near the shore on top of the rocky valley.

Alone. Vulnerable. An easy target.

You kept your promise after all; too bad she doesn't plan on keeping hers.

✧; The serpent woman leaves little time for courtesies, submerging from the vast oceans, not a hair out of place and smiling sweetly - but you look pleased to see her.

"Oh, I remember you! Sin! Thought you wouldn't come here again." you greet her.

✧; She really was planning on taking you back to her world and using you as bait, or maybe toss you over to Alibe to play with. But you're so unsuspecting, and oblivious to her schemes, it's kind of endearing. In a twisted sense, you remind her of Reficul a little bit when she was still working under Elux as an angel herself.

"Yes, it was quite nice to get to know eachother. So... let's continue on where we left off?"

She gets close and you let her get close (so naive—) until she can grab onto your wrist.

You promptly end up falling asleep, unconscious body falling over onto the rocks.

✧; She brings you back to her home—in a guestroom where you'll be staying for the time being.

But she can always throw you into someplace more unsightly, like one of the cages in Alibe's laboratory or the dungeon beneath the mansion, if you decide to act out.

✧; "Where... is this? Is this your house, Sin?" you wake up, a bit drowsy from the magic-induced heavy dose of sedatives, as you look around you, fluffy pillows and a royal-colored bedding catching your eye, "You sure caught me by surprise... you could have just asked if you wanted me to sleep over, you know..."

The serpent woman frowns, "...sleep over?" thinking it over a little bit, the frown is then gone, replaced with a smile, "Ah, well... yes, we can have a sleepover later, if you like."

Sin believes she understands you a lot more now after what you said just now.

✧; Should any of your angel comrades be bold and daring enough to try to rescue you, Sin does not hesitate to dirty her hands with their blood. She's done it plenty of times.

✧; It's easy to convince you to stay in the mansion where you'll be safe; and at least you're agreeable on that front. While Sin comes to adore you all the same, she would instill you to act more accordingly to possible dangerous situations. Just imagine if you came across someone so much worse on that night near the shore.

✧; Sin would want to keep you only to herself, sheltered away from the other demons in her world that aren't her wife. She trust Reficul around you, but the others... they aren't exactly friendly (and that was putting it lightly) towards angels - and neither is she usually, but... you're so cute and helpless (is realistically how she comes to mold her own vision of you), she simply can't bring herself to have any harm befall you.

✧; On the off chance should you end up meeting any of them, you don't feel intimidated or threatened by any of them, rather excited to get to know some new faces.

“Sooo... what kind of a hippo are you exactly?” you ask Ushio, none too graceful as usual.

“Wh— a fucking hippo?! You puny, stupi—!” cue the watchful eye of the Missus of the Devil, “Oh, err... not that those two are even distinctly related, but yanno, I’m a bull demon?”

“Oh, I happen to be quite knowledgeable in bulls! Would you like to play a game of bullfighting with me? I'll be the matador and you can charge and chase after my little red cloth!"

(it looks like Ushio really wants to say something more, but can't. It's exactly the kind of thing Lowrie used to taunt him with in the past and it clearly infuriates him to no end.)

Ushio says through gritted teeth, "...no, I... don't think I'd like that game."

Either way, no one is going to insult your foolish behavior under Sin's sharp-eyed observation if they know what's good for them.

✧; In the end, no one tries to come for you; you're irrelevant to God's hierarchy of order, whichever world you came from - and no one can get past the border of the underworld anyhow.

��; You fall for and believe every word the serpent woman graces you with. That's what you were told in your world previously, was it not? Everyone is good, righteous, and there is no evil in the world to taint you, or lock you away for a millennium by a malevolent God for being an invisible, vile monster. She will graciously continue to fill your mind with exactly that kind of thinking to keep you obedient.

✧; Would she hurt or even kill her darling in apathy if she became bored or uninterested? No, little bird, of course not. Her clueless pet is so adorable; she wouldn't mind keeping a pretty little (brainwashed) caged dove of her own.

She is not going to let go of them... ever. ♡

#funamusea #yandere x reader #okegom #mogeko #dsp #deep-sea prisoner #the gray garden #tgg #sin (funamusea)#sin x reader #female yandere #i was gonna choose refi at first but then my muse for sin hit hard #i think with refi you'd end up with a lot more comical situations instead of like. manipulation and blood on someone's hands #sin is just.... like that #a scheming snake if u will #ficlets

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ballorawan740 · 3 years ago

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SCP Scenarios: SCP x Fem!Child!Hybrid!Reader

Requested by: @nightfoxyycats

I'm so sorry this took longer than expected T_T

(Yes Ik it's longer than the others I do, and that's cuz I usually end up mixing the headcanons into drabbles/one-shots, but this time, I kept it as bullet points and I got carried away. Oops. And yes, it's easier to write headcanons this way but it'll end up being long af)

When Cain first met you, he overheard and was curious about this new SCP during a test, so he decided to come and watch, from afar of course.

Anyways, the little test was just a plain and boring one and little (Y/N) was taken back to her containment cell after 10 minutes. Cain had requested to see you as he remembered seeing in your file that you can breathe fire and cry lava among other things due to your dragon abilities.

It's not like he didn't believe them since he's been in the foundation for many years, but he was just curious about a hybrid child like you and wanted to see if you were doing well. You being a shy child was quiet at first and when Cain went to visit you every so often, you both became close and he was a father figure to you, even though you were abandoned by your father since birth and your mother died not long later.

He took good care of you and made sure you were well fed. You were rather polite to the guards and staff so Cain wouldn't need to worry too much about you intentionally killing them. But only for a short period of time as who knows what you'll be like when you're older.

Luckily for Cain, you were also carnivorous, so he didn't have to worry about you eating your 5 a day (not that you wanted to anyways you ungrateful meat-eating child).

Whenever there's a containment breach, the first thing he does is to look for you

Aside from some side effects, he isn't worried too much as he wouldn't receive any wounds anyways so hell just charge towards anyone who looks/sound like you

He's basically your new dad ok?

SCP 076 (Abel)

Abel first came into contact with you during a containment breach

He just saw you casually flying around and occasionally lending the guards a hand by breathing fire just to burn some holes for easier access (how professional)

He saw you again moments later when you were alone and you decided to approach this hulk of a man to ask for some help, thinking he worked there. Abel had abandoned you (like your hopes and dreams left you a millennium years ago) but you insisted on going with him so he took you in

Later his rage in the facility had vanished as he had cared for you for the short period of time he had met you and handed you over to the guards, much to their surprise

He then ran away as he's not totally scared of kids or anything and hid in his box

You insisted on visiting 076-2 and so the researchers did, realising much later that you both had bonded. Abel was a parental figure to you.

A very overbearing protective guardian I must say.

Even more so when there's a containment breach

Like imagine 610 and 682 mashed up together to form an extremely hostile entity and that's Abel for you

But that's only if you were hurt, if you weren't or fit was just a normal containment breach, had be extremely worried

SCP 049 (Plague Doctor) (Guy's pls don't be mistaken, I don't have any beef with 049 ok? XD If I make any characters a little OC then 049 will gladly rid the pestilence from you without consent)

This sassy MF so-called doctor right here met you when for some reason, the doctors had decided to put you both into a testing room (no, it wasn't Bright's idea).

049 was just doing his thing as you just sat on a really high chair (cuz you do be short so ofc you wouldn't be sitting on a lower chair which is lower than your taste in men/women) and watched curiously. The doctor thought it was somewhat cute and laughed slightly from your curiosity.

Sensing that you didn't have the pestilence, he allowed you to scooch closer just to see. After the test was done, the guards took you back out with slight aggression, but you, for some reason, were still polite to the guards despite their aggression which made 049's heart swell due to your pureness.

You yawned slightly and accidentally blew out fire from your mouth which almost caused a containment breach if it weren't for 049's quick thinking

Later on, the researchers had decided to put you both in the testing room again, and you both began to bond as 049 requested you to burn the bodies he performed surgery on

Needless to say, you both had a great time and the researchers were mildly amused

If you somehow knew another friend (*ahem* 035), he'd probs ask him/her to care/loof for you if there were a containment breach

Or he would just sigh and look after you himself if you were closer to 035 and he asked so nicely

SCP 035 (Possessive Mask) (Right about 049 being sassy.... I'll take that back, 035 is the sassiest, right next to a certain sculpture in the foundation)

Anyhow, 035 was actually the reason you were stuck in the foundation anyways

God knows how, but you met this guy wearing this theatre mask and you ended up here in the foundation

Now everyone thought you were either a Keter or Euclid

I mean, you were so close to being put into the Euclid class but ended up in safe since you were so polite to the researchers as well as shy and relatively easy to contain... For now

Whenever they used you in a test, you were rewarded with whatever you wanted, within reason ofc, whenever you behaved well which was like 98% of the time minus minor accidents since you weren't entirely in control of your powers

Sometimes instead of a reward, you'd request to see 035 as he would perform to you and that was only granted when its safe to do so and when that hideous mask would do as he/she/it is told

035 would be that somewhat overprotective yet goofy uncle that everyone loved and he was totally wrapped around your fingers unless you were hurt or if he urgently needed something or someone

If there was a containment breach, he'd look for you, if not he'll call out his 'friend' to look out for you (*cough* 049 *cough*)

When 035 finds you, he'd most likely ask you to fly around to see the nearest exit or he'd just carry you when there's someone chasing you

If 035 were to kill anyone, you'd cry and tell him no to which did end up in burning the floor but oh wells, they're rich enough to contain him so why not use the extra money to rebuild the floor right?

Anyways, 035 loves you no matter what and he'd do anything to make sure you're doing well

SCP 999 (Tickle Monster)

Ok so, when you and 999 first met each other, you were kind of just wandering around the facility minding your own business

999 just casually slithered up to your leg and offered you some sweets and a hug since you looked upset and so you accepted it

You both found a place to sit and just talk bout stuff and what life was like before you were captured

But you were cheery just like 999 and rarely attacked anyone, and if you ever did, it was either that you were hella pissed or you accidentally breathed fire/teared up some lava which burnt some stuff

The researchers would secretly take in some notes bout your interactions and just continued on with their day and left you both alone, but would sometimes keep a stern eye on you

They say it's for everyone's safety, and that's true to an extent, but the main reason they do it is to monitor your progress of you controlling your powers

Anyways, sometimes when it gets busy in the cafe or down the hallway, you just fly across the room, and sometimes, you'll be extra cheeky and play hide and seek with the researchers

999 would occasionally join in but he's more like a worried older brother to you

During containment breaches, 999 would run around looking for you and when he did, he would check if you had any injuries

When you say you didn't, he was relieved but not for long since you mentioned bout making new SCP friends and he just died right there and then (not really)

SCP 682 (Hard to Destroy Reptile)

Similarly to Able, he'd be wary of you at first

Like, he can sense that you weren't just an ordinary child when you just appeared behind him

He was somewhat irritated when you followed him around, but you reminded him of 053, so he just let it slide and let you show some affection towards him

It's not like he didn't like it, he was just embarrassed

Anyhow, the researchers wanted to test how 682 would bond with you, so they made you meet up with him again but in his cell

You were both chatting like father and daughter and soon, everyone had found out that not only could you fly, you could also cry lava, which yes did burn a small hole on the ground and you could somehow breathe fire

You were also immune to the fire and lava so they decided to have a full-on body check and discovered that you were built similar to the komodo dragon with a side of 682 (XD Don't ask)

682 was left stunned, but luckily he didn't feel the need to run up the wall like that bunny

Like who tf invented a self-eating bunny?

Anyways, research shows that just like Abel, the giant lizard was very protective of you

The theory has it that you were somehow related to the lizard, perhaps he laid an egg before containment and some guy took it in and froze it then decided to hatch the egg

During containment breaches, he would basically rampage around the facility, killing anyone and everyone until he found you

And when he did, he would check on you like the amazing father he is and then carry on killing but was then stopped by you

So he would just carry you around until you fell asleep

SCP 105 (Iris)

I think Iris would be a good mother/sister figure when it comes to kids

It kinda came from the fact that Iris hangs out with Abel and Cain a lot, so it kinda just rubs off her

Her motherly/sisterly instinct just heightened when she first found you on a mission and she just took you in

It took a while to bribe the foundation that she kinda had custody

Not exactly custody, but she had a say when it came to your safety, especially the fact that you weren't exactly human and your appearance would cause a disturbance to others

I feel like Iris would be a stern yet kind guardian towards you, leaning towards the stern part since you're a child SCP and has fire breath and lava tears

Iris wouldn't be entirely bothered by you flying around, but she had to bribe the researchers and some SCPs to help you fly better

She would murder anyone who had to cry because they made you cry and cleaning up after your tears is such a mess considering that you have little control over them

Your fire breath on the other hand is slightly more controllable, but if you were hella happy or mad you'd breathe the fire and burn anyone/anything

Most of the time, its unintentional and you're usually sweet and kind towards anyone, so manners aren't a big thing for Iris to teach you

She'd even teach you some of the stuff she learnt/discovered and you'd just sit there being nosy and curious about everything

Like that one time, you almost caused a breach cus you were so curious and friendly that 682 was about to snap off your head and rampage out of the foundation

And don't even get me started with the brothers and 096, OML

Other than that, you both were like a family you never had :,) (You're welcome!!!)

During containment breaches, Iris would literally pick you up and run

Unless you weren't with her for whatever reason (Yes, you're attached to each other's hips... Don't lie, you love it!), she'd do anything to find you

If you were hurt, shed tend to your injuries immediately and lecture you about safety

If you weren't hurt, shed still give you a lecture, then pick you up and run

If you made friends on the way, she may or may not approve and bite of anyone head

And the foundation wouldn't want an Angry!Iris around

SCP 106 (Old Man)

This old man here is basically the definition of a cool uncle/granddad

Without a doubt, he'd go into his pocket dimension and comes back with a teddy bear or some sweets

He'd spoil you a lot and the foundation had enough of this cuz by the time you become an adult, you wouldn't be independent enough

Anyways, 106 would let you go into his dimension and practice your abilities there for the safety of others

The researchers would occasionally ask you to carry a camera with you just so they know what it's like in his pocket dimension

106 rarely gets mad, and even if he was, it'll be about someone trying to hurt you since you're too kind and shy to make him mad

You're even kind to the researchers and guards which is worrying to 106 as they might take advantage of your kindness (which may be true for some, but most of them are just glad you're kind since it makes their jobs so much easier)

Sometimes, you'd make things levitate which was a shock to anyone who walked by and witnessed this

But only for a few seconds though, so it's not much

106 would encourage you to use your telekineses and he'd attempt to train you

Which didn't work so well, so that sucks

During containment breaches, he'd use his pocket dimension to his advantage

He'd hide you in there just so you don't have to get hurt

If you weren't there with him, he'd kill and hunt down anyone who might know where you are

He'd make sure you weren't hurt otherwise he would go into scary uncle mode

If you weren't hurt, he would just hug you which stops you from crying lava

SCP 096 (Shy Guy)

Now what makes you and 096 a unique pairing is that you're both shy

The only difference is that you can speak but 096 kinda doesn't

But that's not a problem since you both just understood each other since day 1

I'd say 096 is that introverted uncle/cousin but he's kinda chill and sweet with you

As for containment breaches, the only difference with this tall guy is that not only will he kill anyone who sees his face, he'd also hunt down anyone who'd hurt you

096 has a newfound ability for this and the researchers were shocked when they first found out

A certain chainsaw loving doctor wanted to test it out himself but was stopped rather quickly by the other researchers

Anyways, one time you almost burnt down the foundation because 096 crept up behind you which scared you to tears

And you screamed as well which didn't help at all since you could breathe fire

Also, when you're not with 096, you'd use your levitating powers to grab lighter objects which did result in the objects falling onto your head

And this is why you need to train more, so then objects wouldn't be yeeted onto your tiny head and knock the nonexistent brain cells out of your nonexistent brain - Sorry not sorry (Ok so at least pretend to laugh)

If anyone bullied you and you didn't say a word, 096 would know and even if you tried to stop him, it wouldn't work

Unless you're in a life-threatening situation, but even then, he'd kill the guy

Dr. Simon Glass

Unlike the others on the list, you're the one who approached the doctor

Mainly because you were lost, but you were curious as well

Simon would probably be the best person to run into, other than Kondraki, but still

It's because he's a psychologist and still very much human (I mean, Kondraki's a normal human I guess, but he has those butterfly thingys)

Anyways, when he first saw you, you were in his office flying about and crying lava

Simon saw you and was shocked but attempted to calm you down and get you you sit with him for a bit, then call the others

But boy did that not work out, because this poor innocent boi was boutta get killed by your firey breath cuz he startled you too much

Bright, Kondraki and Clef just strolled in and saw the mess and even attempted to get you to chill, but this didn't work either

So poor Simon Glass had to find his way to get you to stop being so scared which obviously worked

You sat down with him and he let you doodle on a blank piece of paper

And being a good psychologist he is, he used psychological methods to get you to feel comfortable and to start talking to which you did

You were so polite he gave it to a chocolate bar, but instead of taking it off his hands, you used your telekineses to levitate it in your direction

Simon recorded what he had seen before letting the other researchers take you and offered to take you under his wing on the condition that you were you have a check-up every now and again

That wasn't much of a problem since you were so polite and chill - Usually

During containment breaches, he would make sure that you were safe first and it wasn't so difficult to deal with you since you were with him most of the time

When you're not with him, he'd be extremely worried like a mother hen and run in any direction that would take him to you

He'd be relieved to see you and if you were hurt, he'd bandage you up and try to not cry

If you've made new friends, he would be very happy about it - Unless it's a Keter or Euclid class

They'll be on his watchlist

Anyhow, Simon Glass is basically your mother and mentor

He'd teach you all the basics you'll need and help train you if he can (he'd most likely have to ask the other doctors and SCPs with some bribery)

Dr. Jack Bright

Our favourite doctor here would be that goofy uncle/dad

I feel that he'd sympathise with you since he's also an SCP (sorta) and he feels kind of trapped in the foundation

If you're lucky enough, Jack might be able to take you out for an hour for some fresh air

You'll automatically be under his wing and nobody will ever question it. Ever.

Although he may be goofy and does stupid things, he would be surprisingly protective and his fatherly instincts kick in right away since he first met you

He would allow you to use your powers to an extent and teach you how to use your power properly

You are well aware of his anomalous abilities with his neckless, so whenever Bright had to change bodies, you'd automatically know where he is (other than the obvious neckless thingy)

If there were to have a containment breach, Bright would panic but quickly become calm as that's the only way he could find you and keep you safe

When he finds you he would give you that lecture while finding any scratches on you

If you were to grow, he would give most guys the dad glare of the century and all those guys would run tf away cuz nobody messes with Bright's newfound daughter

I have high doubts that he would let anyone do tests with you when he's not there and even if he was, they would need his approval, so most of the time, you don't even need to worry much

Dr. Alto Clef

(OML Why do I keep adding new characters?! There's so much to write T_T)

Right, so when Clef found you, it was like as if his long lost (well... not so lost) memory came back to him

For some reason, you reminded him of 166 (OML I'm so lost for this SCP, like boi she had a rewrite)

So he took you in the foundation like he did with his daughter and took care of you Since he works for the foundation, he's not remotely terrified or anything, but he's curious about your abilities

And of course, you managed to use some of your abilities because of some SCPs and Bright Clef took you to meet 166 and you both showed your abilities and since 166 is older than you, she's probably trying to help you control your powers more

Which, of course, makes Clef a proud dad

If there were any containment breaches, he'd panicked but once he found you with his other daughter, he was relieved

166 made sure that you weren't hurt and if you were, you'd be bandaged up so Clef doesn't have to worry too much

Anyhow, if Clef decides to introduce you to the tiger doctors, he'd make sure Glass is the first since he's the most sensible person (but let's face it, he wouldn't admit it)

Then it'll be Iceberg, Coggs (that's his name right), Light and a couple others Bright and Kondraki would be last since they would be somewhat chaotic (mainly Bright) even though they're the fun uncle

Whenever Clef has a mission, he'd shove you to either 166 or Glass, if he's free, if not then it'll most likely be Light (and if she's also busy, then yall screwed)

And bless the guy who takes an interest in you when you become a teen cuz our messy boi would make sure that guy would suffer

Dr. Benjamin Kondraki

Ok let's face it, Kondraki would definitely be the mother hen of the dad world in the SCP Foundation

He's literally your mother, kinda like Glass but kinda not, ya know what I'm saying?

Like he'll feed your curiosity since many people around you wouldn't and you're an SCP so you're trapped in the foundation anyways

I'd say he's quite cautious and caring, obviously, but if he's out and about, he'd definitely let you go with him

Unless he's going out for a mission, then that's a definite no-no

He would let you hang out with the safer SCPs like 999 and maybe 166 if Clef is chill, but he has to let you hang out with her cuz she's the only other SCP who could help you get a grasp with your powers

Like how to not burn the bloody floor when you cry and stop breathing fire inconsistently by accident

An attempt was made when they try to train your telekineses but they'll have to wait till you're older

Since most of the time you're stuck with Kondraki, I don't think he'd be all too worried bout breaches, of course, he'd be worried about your safety, but you're there with him

If not then god knows what Kondraki would do

Like that one time, he begged Clef and Bright to look for you in which they did but then they made him do something for them in return

Let's just say, it wasn't pleasant at all, but it could be worse since Clef had a shred of sympathy left for the man and Bright just wanted chainsaws

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bangtanpromptsfics · 4 years ago

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moonflower.

dialogue prompt #6: “It's 3 o'clock in the morning”

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: established relationships, fluff

word count: 1,550

warnings: making out

summary: a 3am walk in the city with your boyfriend

a/n: got this inspiration from an instagram reel and I wanted to transfer that entire feel into this one shot. hope you guys enjoyy and please drop feedbacks it really boosts motivation!! p.s as soon as I completed this, butter official teaser was released SOOOO EXCITED!!!

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“It's 3 o'clock in the morning”, you take a breath in and resume kissing him, hands tangling in the locks at his nape.

“I know”, he rasps, pulling back to bring your foreheads together, taking a moment to immerse the image of your swollen lips and cold skin of your face “It'll be fun baby”.

You don't know who exactly started kissing. Jungkook came back from his night shift not long ago and he expected you to be asleep. But he was beyond happy to catch you peacefully listening to music and waiting for him, paying attention to arbitrary details of the city still alive below. What began as a welcome kiss soon turned into a brief makeout-session, the first press of his lips against yours truly reminding how much you missed Jungkook throughout the day.

And during small breaks of catching each other's breath, he suggested for a night walk, much like a date since he had been too busy this week.

“Okay”, you huff, still feeling your chest squeezing together to get the normal breathing rate. A smile tugs at his lips and with one final smooch he leaves you to change your clothes into something safe enough for walking through the cold night.

Maybe it's because you had been with Jungkook for so long that you basically adapted a lot of his fashion sense and little habits. When you step out of your small shared apartment, you both look like members of a punk band, all black and leather.

Jungkook smiles down at you, remembering how much you have changed, it felt like you grew bored of colors as well, much of your aesthetics going monochrome at this point. There was a time Jungkook even went worried about it, thinking you were somehow adjusting to him. But you reassured him that he was all the color in your life you needed.

Jungkook interlocks fingers with you, squeezing palms together as he leads the way down stairs.

“Where are we going exactly?”, you ask, an obvious curiosity he hasn't clarified yet.

“I don't know really. We'll figure that out”.

He always had a way with words which made you warm and curious at the same time. You just smile in return and wrap your hands around his leather clad arms and walk along.

You liked this. Dates with no particular destination to be in. Just strolling till your legs are tired, eating street food, getting coffee together or studying at the public library because your apartment is located at a not so silent heart of the city.

And you liked Jungkook very much too. It sometimes feels like lopsided that it demands to overflow from underneath your skin, and sometimes when you are making love to him or cuddling his head close to your chest, you believe he feels it too.

It hits you all of a sudden that you never shared those three words. Never ever uttered them in this two years of relationship and you question them now. Totally random of a realisation just like the day you woke up in a cold sweat accepting to self that you have to confess to Jungkook.

The first place you stop by is a heavily packed food truck selling korean food. It's a usually visited one so Jungkook ask for the customary meal, fire noodles. His favorite of street foods not because there wasn't anything better, he just adored your blush flushed face when you are done.

“Babe?”, he tears open the ketchup and squeezes the content with his chopsticks while watching you, “you good?”.

Apparently you had spaced out, still fueling on the thread of thoughts from earlier. You ground yourself to the present in a jolt, “I'm alright”. You give him a nervous smile.

Jungkook pulls his chair close to yours so that your arms and knees are touching, your skin growing hot despite not touching your noodles yet.

“What are you thinking about hm?”, he demands to know, but not intimidating you more than the point. He busies his hands mixing the ketchup into your noodles instead.

“I love you Jungkook”, you blurt, eyes planted on a random spot on the ground waiting for an outcome.

“And you realized that now baby?”, he chuckles, watching you all shy. He places his noodles from his lap to the table in front to fully face your direction.

“I love you too baby, so much. And I've said that so many times before, when you are sleeping, or when you were not listening. I think I was not as brave as you”, he confesses.

Your chest swells in warmth knowing he had always told you this. You peck his nose and dig into the food, finally able to feel the hunger settling down.

Content with the late night meal, you begin to stroll again after Jungkook laughs and cups your flushed red face. You always hated spicy food as a child but then this is another one of those quirks you caught up being Jungkook’s girlfriend.

“Where do you wanna go baby”, he asks, feeling lost of a trajectory for the date and now you are equally lost too, dwelled in the fact that he will lead the night.

“I don't know”, you state and at the sight of a specific place you continue, “wanna get some drinks?”.

Jungkook immediately giggles, “We both know you lose your mind over half a glass of rum love”.

You knit your brows together for a pout, “Well then you can carry me back home can't you? That would be romantic”, you press yourself to him for no apparent reason.

“Carry you all the way home?”, he muses, holding your whining head softly on his palms while pecking your forehead.

“C’mon Koo then why do you workout for three hours all day? Make some use of your muscle”

“Oh I make plenty use of these muscles and you know it”, he teases back and you smack his arms in response.

After a few very cliche comebacks you both agree to drink the night away. Good thing that Jungkook had a good tolerance to alcohol among you two. Carrying his drunk body single handedly for a smaller human like you would be a tedious task. The math was correct here, and so you start slurping your glass of whatever cheap whiskey they had.

You were enjoying all of this, truly to the core and to the point that you swore there is nothing better to life than this. But Jungkook always felt otherwise.

You see, you are not a rich couple. Just normal millenials who go to college supported with scholarships and debts to pay, several part time jobs and a very low key life where you prioritise your expenses and plan finance together. A couple who has not went on classy restaurant dates in glittery tight fitting dress, or even a sundress and expensive suits. He always wonders about the things that could make you happier and maybe one day he can afford that Italian restaurant you once said is really nice because your sister was proposed by her husband there. You'll look so beautiful in a dress and he can't wait to allure on that.

“Koo?”, you slur, already feeling consciousness leaving your body, “What are you thinking about now hmm?”

He smiles faintly at you swirling his drink and bringing it to his lips to think upon the answer a bit.

“Nothing babe. You look so beautiful right now”, he says.

And immediately you search for a reflecting surface to check yourself out, and that's because you're drunk. Your more sober self usually ends up processing a lot of butterflies at the pit of your tummy.

“I am!?”, you beam, finally able to see a very blurred something of your bummed out face with hair falling over and maybe there's even a little dried drool at the corner of your lips.

“Yeah”, he giggles, scooping you up in his arms for a tight hug, “Let's get home shall we?”

“Carry me pwese”

“C’mon love”, he helps you climb on his back for a piggyback ride, “I'll carry you”.

You tug your limbs a little tighter around Jungkook, he pats under your thigh to loosen up so he can walk. He listens to random mumbles you are whispering to him and he smiles occasionally, carefully paying attention to everything.

“I love you so much sometimes I don't know what to do with myself”, you say and Jungkook stops dead in his track to process the words a bit.

His skin turns red which you can't see and probably you wouldn't mutter such things on your sobering. And he is glad. Glad to know that you are content with what it is. His mind stirs around, his own set of booze blazing the thought further.

“Why did you stop Koo? You tired? Should I carry you?”

“You love me that much?”, he asks, completely dodging your questions.

“Yes. So much”, you kiss his cheeks, pressing down harder then usual to prove your point.

He is convinced you are the one who has a way with the words. You say things which brings him to his knees and you remain so oblivious to it.

“Let's get you home”, he states through a smile.

Thank you so much for reading!! ♡♡

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luimagines · 3 years ago

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God! Reader Anon here and real quick I wanted to write what I think the scenario would be once the Reader finds out that they are a descendant of the Goddess of Courage it's not perfect but this is what I imagine it would be! I'm going to use She/They pronouns so I'm so sorry to anyone that reads it and I didn't use the appropriate pronouns!

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"Are you nervous?"

"A bit actually..."

Wild gave a reassuring smile as the group continued following him to the Spring of Courage. The whole group themselves won't admit to being a bit anxious as well. For the months that they've been traveling with their new companion, questions have appeared every step of the way. From randomly appearing one day kidnapped by a group of monsters, to them bearing the same symbol of Courage on the back of their hand, and lastly the incapability of unsheathing the master sword though bearing the symbol of courage.

These questions have plagued their mind, even more so the moment the great Deku Tree had informed them the goddesses were involved. They had appeared in Wild's Hyrule a couple weeks before traveling to the Spring. With the opportunity they spoke to Impa who could not offer them answers suggesting them to speak to the great Deku Tree; who in return only told them to seek the Spring of Courage.

As they traveled closer to the spring, the person in question continued to stare down at their hand. Which presented to them a softly glowing Triforce. A smaller hand covered in scars softly placed their hand on top of theirs covering the Triforce. Wind's soft smile was their only focus.

"You'll be okay, we're here!"

A soft chuckle escaped their lips as they held the hand of the boy, a silent thank you.

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Standing at the edge of the spring they looked to the group behind them. "So, do I just step in the water go to the Statue and just...pray for answers?"

"Tch, if they even answer." Legend's comment didn't seem to calm their nerves.

Twilight sent a silent glare as they looked up and nodded. "That's the only thing we can do at the moment."

Looking up at the group one more time she could tell they were anxious, each for their own reason. Taking a breath she stepped into the freezing cold water slowly approaching the statue going down on her knees in a praying position.

"Goddess Farore, I visit your spring to seek answers. I ask for you to please answer my prayer. Why do I bear the Triforce of Courage? Why...why am I here?"

Silence. The only sound being ragged and nervous breathing. They knew this would happen.

Why would a Great Goddess answer their prayer? She is not even originally from this world.

Bright green. A soft forest light green, glimmers of gold, and soft baby blues. The statue was glowing green.

"Your need to ask questions is reasonable."

Goddess Farore is speaking to her. Swiftly turning to the group she was met with looks of shock, denial, caution, and nervousness. They all could hear her.

"Hear me now, for this will be something...difficult to let sink in." Turning to the Goddess she earned everyone's attention. "You are here to fulfill a purpose, a purpose I yet cannot tell you. For you must understand on your own. Your presence is required, it is a necessity. Your abilities will provide aid to your Heroes."

"My heroes???" She turned to the others with a look of confusion, one they returned.

"Yes, your Heroes, at the moment you step foot into this world your destiny has been written by the Goddess Hylia. You are my successor. You are their Goddess. You are Y/N the Goddess of Courage."

Numb. That was the only way to describe the feeling, either from the shock or the freezing water. They have become numb to everything.

Them... A Goddess?

The Goddess of Courage?

"But.. But why?! How?! I don't... I don't understand!" She could feel the Goddess's pity.

"I.. I can't tell you. My sister works in mysterious ways, ways that I even don't understand but know this. This is your destiny."

The glowing green of the statue started to dim returning back to its original state, the goddess was no longer there. Staring at the statue a green orb with the symbol of Farore emerge from the statue floating towards the girl. The orb softly hitting her chest she felt the magic within her feel her body, the magic of a goddess. The Triforce on her hand began to glow immensely, hearing gasps behind her she turned to spot the same thing happening to the chain.

They are connected now.

Them as her chosen Heroes of Courage.

Her as their Goddess.

Silently walking out of the water she noticed the moment she touched the broken marble, flowers began to bloom through the cracks.

Hearing fluttering behind her, she looked over her shoulder to see a pair green fairy wings with hints of gold. Wings that resembled fairies that resided by fairy fountains. Slowly raising her head to look at the group she was met with different reactions.

Denial

Fear

Caution

Wonder

Inhaling a deep breath to calm her nerves, she spoke softly.

"I am the Goddess of Courage."

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DID I DO GOOD? IT IS OKAY? YOUR THOUGHTS ?? I'm like really curious of your thoughts because you make such amazing stories that I'm just like UDTUTDJTDU

But yeah...here you go :D

DUN DUN DUN!!!!!

I love this!!!

Hello!?!?

THE ACTION BEGINS!!!!

This is amazing!!

I totally think this can be a fully fleshed out story in it's own right.

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pwarkluv · 4 years ago

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❝ what is love? - l.mk ❞

lee mark x reader | fluff | 2k words

WARNINGS | lowercase is intended, idol au, love at first sight au, 6thmemberofitzy!reader, shy!mark and shy!reader, fluff bc that’s what i’m best at LOL, another request :), just enjoy <3

REQUEST | “hii i read ur electric love fic w jisung and i really loved it :DD could you do the same for mark ? still as the 6th member of itzy ofc :D” - my lovely anon <3

SUMMARY | he wonders what is love, but finds the answer in you.

AUTHOR’S NOTE | inspired by the song “what is love” by twice (english lyrics by genius translations)! ANOTHER REQUEST HDSFKLDSJHF IM SO SO SO SO EXCITED! i wanted to change up the setting so it’s still 6th member itzy, but not in weekly idol :P ALSO this was inspired by when nct dream, itzy, and stray kids sat next to each each other in that one award show so yeah lolol. IM SO SORRY I LOST THE MESSAGE WHERE MY ANON ASKED FOR IT BUT I STILL WROTE IT FOR YOU! I LOVE YOU, THANK YOU, NEVER BE SHY TO DM ME ;)

what is love?

mark knew the general idea of it; the sappy moments movies show, the “butterflies in your stomach” feeling books portray, the pain and hardships songs make you feel.

but he’s never been in love, at least not like this.

❝ how could it be as sweet as candy? ❞

training at such a young age molded mark into the perfect idol, and with that he was fully aware dating would look bad to the public. he accepted the fact that he might never find love, all to help achieve his dream.

but as cheesy as it sounds, the canadian wished to be loved.

yes he was loved by his members, his family, his friends, his fans; but the type of love he longed for was something none of them could give him.

mark wanted to feel the sweetness of being in love, the giddiness you’d feel whenever you talk to them, the pounding of your heart whenever they’re near. he wanted to experience the overwhelming need to be with that person, like if they’re gone for too long it’s like you can’t breathe.

was being in love like making a song for the very first time? or was it like eating watermelon all the time?

so many questions with no answers, the boy left to wander in his own thoughts.

❝ how it’s like flying in the sky? ❞

he smiled bittersweetly as the newly wed couple danced around in confetti, the sound of laughter and cheers resonating around the room. one of nct’s managers that had been with them since the beginning invited them to her wedding, to which the team obviously accepted.

all 23 of them were happy for their noona who found her happy ending. mark could only watch in awe at the sight of the two lovebirds, the love and adoration for the other evident in the way they looked at each other.

his heart tugged a bit knowing he wanted something like that too.

“being in love is like flying in the sky.” his manager explained to the boy as a makeup artist experimentally brushed strokes on her face. it was a couple hours before the ceremony when mark knocked on her hotel door, wanting to visit his favorite noona before she finally said ‘i do’.

his question left his mouth before mark could fully register what he was about to say, the poor boy flushing a bit as the woman laughed at him.

“are you in love mark? is that why you’re asking me how i knew i was in love?” she teased as mark stutterd, denying her accusation.

“n-no i swear!” he said as his manager continued laughing, the makeup artist having to pause a bit to let her get it all out. “i’m just curious.” mark said quietly trying to stop the heat from rushing up to his cheeks.

“well being in love is a magical feeling.” the woman said, turning a bit serious. mark sat up straight as he listened intently. “when you realize you love someone, it can be a scary thing. love isn’t perfect mark, and i want you to know that. there are moments where you want to scream and rip your hair out, or cry to let it all out.”

the boy nodded in understanding, having a bit of knowledge from all the good breakup songs taylor swift writes about.

“but it can also change your whole world.” she continued on. “it’s like seeing the world again for the very first time and the colors are more vibrant. it’s like having a permanent reason to be happy, and a reason to stay.” she explained as the mark sat quietly trying to comprehend it all.

❝ i wanna know know know know, what is love? ❞

the poor boy’s head couldn’t wrap around the thought of you.

his heart hammered in his chest as he secretly glanced at you, desperately trying to avoid suspicion from fans and his members. you were just too breathtaking, having the canadian looking back for more.

the moment he first laid eyes on you, it was like an epiphany. you were the answer to all his questions.

so this is what it feels like, mark thinks to himself as he looks back on all the things he’s heard about love.

the butterflies, the pounding of your heart, the “seeing the world in a whole new perspective”, mark felt everything and as much as he felt excited, he was scared.

as harmless as it sounds, award shows were a risky thing for idols. being surrounded by fans of different groups as well as said groups themselves always seemed to cause a bit of a stir between fans.

between dating rumors and rumors about beef between two idols, anything could happen.

but usually mark would be okay. he’s been doing this for a long time and knew how to behave.

however what he didn’t expect was to see you, the tiny rookie idol from the newly debuted girl group ‘itzy’.

nct 127’s table was right next to yours which let mark have a clear view of your pretty eye smile as you laughed at something lia had whispered into your ear. your laugh was bubbly and contagious, the boy having to physically stop himself from wanting to laugh too.

he was panicking, but mark couldn’t tell if it was in a good or bad way.

❝ what does love feel like? ❞

your breath hitched as you saw the boy sneak glances at you from the corner of your eye.

the mark lee was looking at you, your heart racing as you tried to deny the fact that he was staring you down. there was no way the dude you’ve looked up to your entire trainee life is noticing you, no way at all.

everyone has heard of mark lee even if you weren’t into kpop. he was just that iconic.

you’ve been an nctzen since the very beginning, being there for nct u’s debut stage. in fact, nct was the very reason you decided to audition to become an idol in the first place. you looked up to the team but more importantly you looked up to a certain canadian in the group.

originally doyoung was your bias in nct when nct u first came out. but as the years passed by you found yourself more and more intrigued by mark, having him absolutely wreck your bias list.

since then you’ve been a loyal mark stan, even rapping his part in cherry bomb for your audition tape which ultimately led you to become an idol yourself.

you refused to believe you were in love with the dude, not knowing a single thing about him. there was no way you could love him, not if you’ve never even met the boy.

but your heart seemed to prove you wrong as it beat wildly knowing mark was sitting right there on the table next to you.

“you okay bubs?” lia asked in a worried tone, leaning in to whisper into your ear. she saw the way your leg bounced in a fast rhythm, knowing you only did that when you were nervous.

you forced a smile as you hesitantly looked her way, knowing that she could take one look into your eyes and know you were lying. “i'm fine unnie, don’t worry about me.” you replied as sweetly as you could, wishing the elder wouldn’t notice a thing.

though you two and yeji were the eldest in the group, all being born in the year 2000, you were the baby of the unnie line. lia and yeji knew you the best, having grown up with you after all.

the girl only gave you a look before taking your hand in hers to give a soft squeeze. “i know you’re lying but i won’t push you. also mark lee from nct 127 is totally checking you out.” lia said, whispering a bit on the last part. she winked as you flushed, looking away in horror.

johnny nudged the boy next to him with a small smirk, clearly seeing the heart eyes he was giving the girl in the table next to them. mark jumped a bit at the feeling, looking at his hyung with confusion.

“so y/n of itzy?” johnny said with a small smile as the younger immediately sat up straight.

“is it that obvious?” mark whispered back with a hint of fear in his eyes.

if any of the fans were to get a hold of this… the boy could only shiver at the thought.

johnny’s playful smile dropped a bit at mark’s worried look knowing how he must feel. they were idols after all.

“don’t worry, i only noticed because she was looking back at you too.” he said, mark flushing at the revelation.

“really?” he asked a little out of it.

“i say talk to her after this?” the elder said, laughing a bit when mark jumped in his seat, immediately saying no.

❝ will love come to me someday? ❞

“unnie why are you making me stay in the dressing room~” you whined as the end of the award show came along.

you just wanted to go home, your body worn out. not from all the dancing but from the way it viciously pounded in your chest whenever you ever thought about mark.

lia only smirked in retaliation as she brought a hand up to squish your cheeks. “trust me, you’ll thank me later.” she said as she walked out of the dressing room, bumping into a 6 foot tall boy with a smaller boy behind him.

“oops sorry.” she said a little playfully, as lia gave a wink to johnny knowing their plan was going accordingly. johnny only gave her a small smile, but if you looked closely you could see the mischief in his eyes.

“hyung where are we going?” mark asked, a little weirded out by the two’s interaction. johnny only ignored the boy, dragging him by his arm as they walked down the hallway.

“hyung i swear if this is a prank i’ll-” mark’s words were cut off as the two entered a door, only to see your confused face staring back at him.

“oh shit.” he cursed under his breath, a little taken aback from how beautiful you were. one whole award show later and you were still as gorgeous as when he first saw you sitting down in the table next to his.

your confused face quickly turned to an embarrassed one as you noticed the boy, turning another shade of red when you noticed he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

“hi y/n, my name is johnny and this is my band mate mark.” the taller boy said, holding his hand out in a handshake.

“h-hi i’m y/n.” you stuttered, not expecting to see the boy you’ve been daydreaming about for the past two hours to be right in front of you.

mark gawked at the sight of you, his mind malfunctioning as the words seemed to get stuck at the tip of his tongue.

“markie right here has something he wants to ask you.” johnny said, pushing the younger in front of him with a grunt.

this seemed to knock him right out of his trance, a hand coming up to the back of his neck as he stared down at the floor with pink cheeks.

“do you maybe wanna-”

“yes.” you blurted out, a hand covering your mouth in shock. “i-if you were gonna ask if i wanted to hang out sometime, the answer is yes.” you said a little shyly as the boy smiled.

all this time mark thought he was gonna find love, but maybe love found him instead.

“i’ll pick you up at 6 tomorrow evening.” mark said with a sweet smile as he took a step back only to be pushed back up again by johnny.

“you don’t even have her number you dumbass.” the elder scolded, disappointed at how dumb the boy was.

your laughter caught both of the boy’s attention as you put your hand out with a small smile. “you want my number or nah?”

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sharkbait77 · 3 years ago

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The Sun Sets With You

Chapter Five: Just A Man

Summary: A simple yet despondent farm life suddenly sparks with new hope when an unusual traveler makes your town his latest stop and brings with him intriguing and promising viewpoints and no one to share them with. Until he meets you.

Pairing: Ezra Prospect x f!Reader

Rating: M

Warnings: Fluff! (It's getting cute y'all!), death of a parent, grief, smoking, food, Silas🤢, a little sad Ezra in this one

W/C: 4k (made it a little longer to make up for the wait! 🥺)

A/N: We are back! I'm so so so sorry this took so long to get out! What can I say, life happened & kept knocking me down & I couldn't find the strength to write for this fic. I'm still not even completely happy with this chapter, but after reading it so many times, I think it's okay lol a huge thanks to everyone for being so patient & lovely to me ♥️ okay, I'll shut up, hope you enjoy!

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Chapter Four || Chapter Six

~MAY EIGHTH OF EIGHTEEN SIXTY-SEVEN~

As the days and weeks passed, Ezra finally felt comfortable enough to join you and Pa for meals at your family table, sitting and eating quietly until responding to a thought or question of Pa’s. It felt nice. It felt…warm and natural. As opposed to the slight coldness you’ve felt sitting with Pa, without your mother. Though it was still as quiet as your meals alone with your father, the silence now was more comforting.

You realized shortly after that last evening under the tree with Ezra what exactly ails you when near him, why exactly your pulse quickens and you feel heat flush your neck and cheeks. It was a startling conclusion, given that you have been inexperienced when it comes to the term ‘love’, outside of the love you felt for Ma and Pa. This, with Ezra, contrasts immensely.

It had caught you off guard, a small infatuation with the man that you realized must have taken hold of your heart from the first moment you met him, when you simply could not remove your eyes from his face. You now find your eyes lingering on his features longer, learning the curve of his smile, the fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, memorizing the tone of his voice and his laugh to be replayed in moments of silence.

It’s strange; a simple emotion that you had witnessed your whole childhood into adulthood from your Ma and Pa, an emotion you carry in your heart for each of them, though the way you experience it now, the strength in which it has grasped onto your very being – and so suddenly – has been enough to make the room spin whenever you lay your eyes on him. The idea of taking a husband has never been one of priority. Up until now, at least.

“Many thanks for the delicious meal, miss. I am grateful you have welcomed me into your home as such,” Ezra says as he stands, helping you take the soiled dishes to the wash basin.

“You have always been welcome, Mr. Prospect. I am glad you now feel comfortable joining us,” you say with a gentle smile, looking up at him as he approaches you with the dishes. You catch a faint hue of pink spreading across his sun kissed cheeks.

“Would you care for a pipe, Mr. Prospect?” Pa calls out as he sits in his chair by the fireplace, beginning to pack away tobacco in his own pipe.

“I very much appreciate the offer, sir, however I do not smoke,” Ezra replies kindly as he turns away from you to face Pa and you begin washing.

“Good man; do not start the nasty habit until you become old and worn as I am now,” Pa jests.

“I only see a wise man, years of strength and kindness the only evidence that you have lived a wonderful life thus far,” Ezra compliments and Pa releases a hearty laugh.

“As I said: ‘old’,” Pa replies and both Ezra and you laugh along.

The genuine and natural lightheartedness of the conversations Pa and Ezra shared tonight warms your heart and you realize tonight has been one of the few nights you’ve smiled so freely, so frequently, since Ma’s passing and you strongly sense her spirit surrounding the three of you. Almost as if you could hear her laughing along with you all.

Although a feeling of sadness lingers in your heart that she cannot be here physically, you remember Ezra’s kind words and let them ease you. The comfort you feel wash over you leaves you pondering if it’s a sign of acceptance from above, from Ma, that she welcomes Ezra’s presence amongst you and Pa.

“Can I be of any assistance, Sunflower?” Ezra turns and asks quietly, out of earshot of Pa and addressing you by his personal endearment he has bestowed upon you.

“Thank you for offering, Ezra,” you reply just as softly. His given name had nearly slipped from your lips on more than one occasion tonight, but you felt it best to remain coy in front of your father. “I’m nearly finished now.”

“Perhaps tomorrow night. I will not miss my chance then to be of service,” he smiles and the inside of your cheek stings from the bite you dealt to keep from grinning widely. “I will take my leave for the night. The lovely beasts I room with will be missing my presence, I fear,” he says, loud enough for Pa to hear as well and Pa chuckles at his statement.

“Always a pleasure to have you for dinner, Mr. Prospect,” Pa says and stands to shake Ezra’s hand. “Daughter, would you be so kind as to walk Mr. Prospect to the door?”

“Yes Pa,” you nod, abandoning the soapy dishes for the time being and you wipe your hands to dry on your apron as you head towards the door with Ezra.

Pa smiles again in Ezra’s direction as he walks past and takes his seat once again, watching the flames dance and flicker. Ezra opens the door, allowing you to walk through and step on the porch and he follows suit, shutting the door behind him.

“Shall I walk you to the barn?” You offer.

“No, Sunflower, I would prefer you to stay. The dark of night may carry with it many dangers lurking around the corner.”

“All the more reason I should walk with you,” you grin, wrapping your arms around the wooden support post as you watch him step down into the dirt.

“Then I would intend on escorting you back here and we will only find ourselves repeating the action for one another until daybreak,” he chuckles. “Until tomorrow, dear Sunflower.”

“Tomorrow,” you smile and nod. “Good night, Ezra.”

“Good night,” he bows his head in farewell and turns on his heels to head toward the barn. You linger a moment longer to assure he is well on his way, waving when he turns back to steal another glance at you.

You take a deep breath to calm your galloping heart and turn to walk back inside, Pa sitting quietly as he continues smoking. You head back to the wash basin to finish the chore, rinsing, drying, and putting away the dishes before heading over to sit next to Pa, grabbing a new book from your small collection.

You decided to leave Alice’s Adventures In Wonderland to read with Ezra under the tree and the image of the two of you lying in the grass as you read to him brings a contented smile to your face. After quite a bit of comfortable silence, you feel the curiosity inching through your brain like an insect and decide to give in to the itch.

“H-how are the crops faring, Pa?” You ask while picking at the corner of your book.

“They grow fine,” Pa replies simply. “Each and every week another inch to their lives added.”

“And… Mr. Prospect has been much help?” You continue carefully.

“Oh yes, he has taken on the majority of the labor. We are blessed that he sought to help us.”

“Yes,” you smile softly as you lower your head slightly, gathering the courage to continue the conversation. “And… How do you feel about… Mr. Prospect?”

“What do you mean, child?”

“The townspeople think him...odd.”

“They must reflect on themselves before passing that judgement onto an innocent man. Especially the four hens, as you like to call them,” you giggle and look up at Pa, a slight smirk hidden beneath his thick, grey beard as he lets out a deep chuckle.

“Yes, but… What do you think of Mr. Prospect?”

“Why the curiosity, daughter?” He asks, though no irritation is found in his voice; instead, a light-hearted tone, one of knowing. Knowing why you insist on finding out his opinion.

“Merely curious, Pa,” you say quietly, just loud enough for him to hear over the crackle of the fire.

“Hm,” he hums as he inhales smoke through his pipe, taking his time to retrieve an forthright answer from his mind while you gaze at him in anticipation.

“He is an honest man. Good and kind. A hard worker. I believe he is fit to be a lawful husband to any girl who seeks his affection,” he finally says, looking deep into your eyes and his words go straight to your fast beating heart.

You catch the smile on your face growing, evident in the strain you feel across your cheeks and you put your head down to face the book in your lap.

“That's nice,” you reply once you've cleared your throat and regained control of the muscles on your face.

“Yes. Yes it is,” Pa smirks as he inhales another puff from his pipe.

~MAY TENTH OF EIGHTEEN SIXTY-SEVEN~

Today is as exhilarating as the rest; you attempt to sort through the inventory of the shop, taking note of which supplies are dwindling while also marking down new items the townspeople have requested, such as candles and playing cards for the children. As you walk toward the back of the shop, beginning your count of products there, the shop bell dings and you hear boots stomping from whoever has stepped through the door.

“Just a moment, please,” you call out to the customer from over your shoulder, hoping not to lose track of the count in your head.

“Please, do not rush, Sunflower,” a gentle, familiar voice replies and you feel your heart thumping faster in your chest now as you turn quickly, inventory be damned.

“Ezra,” you greet the man standing meekly at the front of the shop. He takes a few steps forward to meet you beside the counter. “What brings you to town? Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Oh, no thank you, Sunflower. I needed to send a letter off at the post and thought that my day would be much brighter were I able to visit you as well,” he says with a soft grin and you lower your head to hide the bashful expression on your face.

“Well, my day has brightened now, too,” you reply, gaining the courage to look up at him again, the apples of his cheeks reddening. “I trust you were promptly taken care of then?”

“Yes, Mr. Williams is a kind man,” he nods. “The elderly woman who works there as well – she is quite the conversationalist,” he releases a soft laugh.

“Ah, yes. Mrs. Williams,” you shake your head. “She actually does not work there, just adores to be in the center of it all,” you jest and Ezra chuckles. “I do hope she was not too overbearing.”

“Only slightly,” he shrugs. “After you and your Pa, her and Mr. Williams have treated me the kindest since my arrival.”

“Oh Ezra,” you share a perturbed look. “I am truly sorry for the way the town has behaved.”

“Sunflower, you have no reason whatsoever to apologize for the actions of others. Unfortunately, this town has not been the most unpleasant I’ve come across. I was very lucky to have found you. And your Pa,” he rushes the last phrase and you smile knowingly, his mouth curving slightly as well.

You open your mouth to continue the conversation, the innocent coquetry between you, yet no sounds are released from your mouth before the shop bell dings again and you sigh at the interruption. You turn your head and your racing heart, caused by Ezra’s presence, races faster, only in anger now.

“And what do we have here?” Silas’s booming, uninvited voice resonates through the shop. “What business could a queer like you have to conduct in town?” He looks at Ezra and you step in front of him.

“I told you not to call him that, Silas.”

“It does not seem he’s made any purchase,” he says, making a show of looking in Ezra’s hands for any paper bag. “Yet he is allowed to stay and converse while you toss me in the dirt.”

“Go away, Silas.”

“Sunflower-” Ezra calls gently from behind you, unable to finish his thought.

“‘Sunflower’?!” Silas laughs. “She does not need a freak to endear her, not when she has a real man. Like me.”

“Silas, he is more of a man than you could ever hope to be,” you spit out.

Of all the times you had the opportunity to speak your mind to Silas, you held back. Though, now that it is directed to Ezra, you feel that innate protectiveness for him wash over you again, no matter the cost or consequence.

“You dare say such a thing to me, girl?” Silas takes a menacing step forward.

“She is not a girl and you will not speak to her as one,” Ezra moves to stand in front of you now. “And I do believe she has requested for you to take your leave.”

“And exactly who will force me out? You?” Silas puffs out his chest, as if he were attempting to assert his role as an alpha, and frustration grows on his face at Ezra’s lack of response to the tactic.

“If I must.” Ezra replies simply and calmly, the tone of his voice even, though underneath lies a hidden message that he would not back down from a brawl, if it were to come to that.

“Ezra, please, he isn’t worth it,” you say softly, reaching out to hold his forearm.

“Oh, aren’t I?” Silas scoffs.

“I will summon Sheriff Wilson here to collect you himself if you do not leave my shop right this instant,” you hold your unyielding gaze to Silas’s, raising your chin slightly so as to challenge him to defy your wishes.

Silas hmph’s, his thick brows arching menacingly as he glances down at where your hand rests firmly on Ezra’s arm, clearly displeased at the contact. You feel Ezra’s form tense next to you, and you use your free hand to lightly press against his back in an effort to calm him.

“Fine,” Silas finally says harshly as he turns his back to you and Ezra and stomps to the door.

He looks over his shoulder one more time at the two of you and something about his animalistic eyes sends a nasty shiver down your spine. Before he can see you falter, he rips the door open, walks through, and slams it shut, rattling the frame as he leaves. You exhale shakily and Ezra turns his body to face yours, his hands gripping onto your upper arms as his eyes rake over your face in concern.

“Are you alright, Sunflower?”

“Oh Ezra,” you gaze at him thoughtfully. “It should be me asking you that same question.”

“Please, don’t worry about me. My only concern is you,” he continues, his eyes trying to follow yours as you look away from him. “Does he come here unannounced often? Has he bothered you before?”

“Ezra, he has always been a thorn in my side, but it is nothing for you to concern yourself with. I promise,” you look in his eyes, hoping to convince him, but you suspect it does not work and his hands fall from your arms.

“Sunflower… I did not appreciate the way he looked at you and spoke to you.”

“It’s alright Ezra, it is not anything I can’t handle,” you smile and grasp one of his hands in both of yours, squeezing it gently as reassurance.

You’re unsure of what to say. What could you say? That up until now you have been cowardly when it came to Silas Taylor? That it was not until Ezra’s arrival to town that you have come to know a stronger side of yourself, willing to risk your already frail reputation to defend this man’s name?

Ezra sighs heavily, staring into your eyes a moment longer before looking away. You watch his eyebrows crinkle together, the worry wrinkles along his forehead becoming more prominent as he reflects on the situation that just passed.

“Are you alright? Please… Do not take anything he says to heart,” you say softly and your kind voice pulls him back from his thoughts and to this moment with you. He smirks and huffs a chuckle through his nose.

“No fear, Sunflower. It is not a trial I cannot handle,” he cocoons your hands in both of his and squeezes lightly, as if to reassure you he is alright. “I will go now, Sunflower.”

“I understand,” you nod. “Then… I will see you back at the farm for supper.”

He smiles to acknowledge your words, releasing your hands and heading to the door. He turns once more to nod his goodbye, places his hat back on his head, and walks out the door. You walk to the front of the shop to watch him through the window, his hands in his pockets and his shoulders slumped forward as he walks swiftly to leave the area.

Your head feels on fire, ready to blow steam at any moment as you watch the townspeople around staring at him. They turn to each other, presumably whispering gossip amongst themselves about him. Unfortunately, as you have come to know Silas, you know he will be spreading word of the ‘threat’ he felt from Ezra, which you surmise will only result in the townspeople turning their backs on Ezra even further.

~MAY TWELFTH OF EIGHTEEN SIXTY-SEVEN~

Ezra had not shown up for supper that night or the night that followed. You had wanted to take supper to him, but Pa advised against it. He had heard on his last trip to town what transpired between you, Ezra, and Silas. You prepared yourself to, once again, defend Ezra, however, Pa’s unabated rancor of Silas all but guaranteed Pa would not believe a word from his mouth.

Pa informed you that when he returned and asked Ezra about the situation, he assured the man that he was not at risk of losing the job at the farm, and while he was grateful, he did not wish to speak on it further. Pa told you to leave him to gather his bearings and you complied.

On your way to the oak tree, you pick two apples as you had done the Sunday prior, and to your earnest disappointment, you do not see Ezra as the tree comes into view. You look left, then right, hoping it was possible he had just walked along the riverbank, but you were alone.

Heaving a sigh, you turn to face the way you came as you debate on heading back. Your weekly tradition almost seemed silly to continue alone, after having been in Ezra’s company the past few weeks. It almost felt...incorrect to spend time here without Ezra now. You take a few steps forward, now under the shade of the tree, sparing another moment in case you missed him.

“Sunflower,” his elated voice from above frightens you and you quickly turn your head to follow the sound, seeing his bright smile from where he sits on a thick branch.

“Ezra! You startled me!” You chuckle as you take a few breaths, covering your racing heart with your hand.

“My apologies,” he chuckles. “I did not hear you walk up otherwise I would have made my presence known sooner.”

“I did not expect to see you in the tree today,” you smile up at him.

“Come, join me,” he smiles, patting the bark to the side of him.

“I have not climbed a tree since I was a child, Ezra. I will fall,” you shake your head.

“I will never let you fall, Sunflower,” he smiles and your now settled heart begins to race again. “It’s simple, really. Nothing to it. I will guide your steps.”

You take a deep breath, pondering for a moment if the risk was truly worth it, but there’s an excitement in this small adventure that you feel your soul reaching for. You smile at Ezra and nod, removing your bag and placing it at the base of the tree.

You follow Ezra’s voice commands as he tells you where to step up and you use more muscles in your body than you have in so long. You heave yourself upwards, careful that your boots do not miss any section of the tree that will have you flying all the way back down.

Finally, you make it far enough for Ezra to take hold of your arm, using his strength now to help pull you up until you’re close enough to attempt to sit. He scoots over, keeping his hand tightly grasped on your arm to make sure you don’t fall. Though, at this point, if you were to fall, Ezra would certainly fall with you.

You plant your bottom firmly onto the branch, breathing heavily and smiling widely at the accomplishment and Ezra chuckles along with you. You try to settle yourself further and suddenly get the sense of falling, reaching out instinctively to hold onto Ezra’s arm and you practically glue yourself to his side for support.

“You will not fall, Sunflower,” he reassures and you feel him lean closer into you to comfort you.

“Pardon me,” you giggle, feeling steady enough now to remove yourself from him. You take a deep breath and look out ahead at the river and the grassland, spotting the other farms in the distance. “Wow,” you say breathlessly. “It’s a beautiful sight.”

“Yes, it is,” Ezra responds softly. You turn your head to him where you already meet his gaze and turn away again as you smile.

“Oh no,” you gasp as your eyes meet your bag down below. “I left the book… And the apples,” you turn to frown at Ezra.

“Do not fret, Sunflower,” he smiles. “I enjoy your company regardless.”

“Maybe...you could read me more of your prose?” You prod gently, hoping he will be willing.

“Yes,” he says wistfully as he glances down at his journal. “I do like when you read to me, however.”

You smile as he passes his journal to you and you cradle it with care in your hands. You move to open it and the binding opens automatically to one page, clearly still stiff from where he had it open, this addition to the pages only written just recently. You clear your throat and let your eyes dance as they pick up the words in his neat handwriting.

“‘A being from a different universe desires to live amongst the men in peace on Earth, for his purpose to be written in the stars. A nomad, an outcast on the run, desperate for a residence more suitable than his dreams. Soon, he will find home, and soon, he will find life’,” your voice trails towards the end of the passage, your heart wrenching at the meaning behind it.

“Ezra…” You call softly once you notice his head has lowered.

The silence stretches and you can almost visualize it expanding across the lands in front of your view, any helpful or comforting words escaping from your reach. The only conclusion your mind seems to come to is just to place a hand softly on his thigh. You feel his muscle twitch at the contact and he glances over at you, a light tint of pink beginning to spread across his cheeks.

You suddenly feel embarrassed to have placed your hand there and you immediately think to yourself that perhaps it was not welcomed, though before you can remove your hand, Ezra places his own, large and warm, over yours. Your mind settles while your heart beats rapidly. You still do not know what to say, but it does not seem Ezra is expecting for you to say anything at all.

“I’ve missed you at supper, Ezra,” you whisper and grin softly.

“Forgive me for my absence, I was not… I did not feel…” You sense him struggling as he lowers his head again and you place your other hand on top of your intertwined ones.

“I understand; you have no need to apologize.”

He looks at you again and you give him a reassuring smile and he returns the gesture. You two say nothing and let the comfortable silence blanket the air around you while you gaze out to your surroundings again, your hands not leaving each other’s grasp.

“Sunflower?” He calls and you turn to face him again.

“Yes, Ezra?”

“I’ve missed you as well.”

Chapter Four || Chapter Six

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S01E07: Trouble Patient

A record of Bob Sparker's hospital visits, from Dr. Eustace Flask's personal files.

"Hey, Doc," said Bob brightly, holding out a hand. "Pleased to m--"

"I'm not your friend," Flask said tersely. "Don't talk to me like one." He turned away to rifle through the papers on his clipboard.

"Wow." Bob leaned back, blinking. "No bedside manner at all, huh?"

"If there's one thing I hate most in this rotten city--and it's hard to pick just one--it's people like you, throwing your health away so you can play in the limelight for a while." The doctor shook his head, but his voice was an even, dead monotone. "Disgusting."

An awkward silence settled between them. Bob shifted uneasily on the bed, the paper crinkling under him.

"Anyway," Flask said, turning back to him from the window, "what seems to be the problem?"

"Doc. Doc!" Flask whipped around just in time to see a flash of white and green grab him by the shoulders. "Where is she?! I need to know!"

"For God's sake, calm down!" Flask yelled, trying to twist out of his grip, but Bob's eyes were wide and his fingers were tight as wires. "Who are you looking for?"

"Miss Lang!" he exclaimed. "They just brought her in! She was on my show!"

"The shock patient? You..." Flask narrowed his eyes. "Well. I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner."

"I know, Doc," Bob pleaded. Flask flinched in his tense hands; there was everything in those words. "Please."

The doctor nodded towards the end of the corridor. "On the left, third door from the end."

Bob practically tossed him aside as he sprinted down the hall. Flask stumbled and caught himself against the wall, staring in astonishment at Bob Sparker racing, in person, to see one of his injured contestants.

"She's sleeping," Flask called out. "You can't wake her up yet! And don't touch her!"

"I'm not gonna!" Bob responded, waving over his shoulder. "Thanks, Doc!"

"Well, you have bruises and scratches, but nothing else," Flask declared. "Now, what's the matter?"

"What?" Bob looked up at him blankly. "Noth...ing?"

Flask gave him a look. But instead of his usual withering look of disdain, it was a searching one, the narrowed eyes of a man intent on uncovering a problem. "You're quiet," he pointed out. "Usually I'd have told you to shut your trap twice, maybe three times by now."

"Yeah?" Bob asked, glaring right back at him. "You complaining, doctor?"

"I'm concerned."

"Hah, finally? I'm touched."

"I'm trying," Flask said through gritted teeth, "to do my job."

They sat in silence for a couple moments longer. Bob looked back down at the tiled floor and felt the doctor's gaze, unmoving, on his face.

"I got in a fight," he said.

"I gathered that from the bruises, yes. Who with?"

"Old buddy of mine," Bob said, but his voice was cold. "An old classmate." Flask stayed silent, and he continued. "I don't know. Sees me on television. Digs up my info. Invites me out for a drive. And then..."

Again, silence.

"Not a happy reunion," Flask offered.

"Hah," Bob laughed, and it was a shade of genuine this time, something with a glow to it. "You can say that again."

"Feeling better?"

"A hundred percent. Tired, but a good kinda tired. Don't remember anything, though."

"Well, that's about par for the course with you. Mind if I ask you a question?"

Bob tilted his head quizzically, birdlike. "Well sure, you're the boss."

"Miss King," Flask said. "Is she a friend of yours?"

"Margaret?" Bob replied. "Oh yeah, she's a pal. We're best friends."

"I see."

"Why do you ask?"

Flask locked eyes with him for a brief moment, and Bob couldn't read the look he gave.

"No reason," he said. "Simply curious."

"Five visits in five months, all for different reasons," Flask said, clicking his tongue. "Congratulations, Mr. Sparker. That's quite an achievement."

"I never do anything halfway," Bob joked, crossing one leg over the other. "I guess I'm your trouble patient, huh?"

"Astonishingly, no," Flask replied. "You don't talk back--often--and you do what I tell you--usually. I'd rate you a firm 'salvageable.'"

"Gee, I bet you say that to all the girls."

"However," Flask added, "I will admit that, out of all the cases I treat here, you're the biggest mess I've ever seen."

Bob laughed and grinned from ear to ear. "Aw, thanks, Doc," he said. "Y'know, I'm kinda fond of you myself!"

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h0neyjaehyun · 4 years ago

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☁︎ 𝐀 𝐜𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ☁︎

Summary // Apparently everyone needs to go to the dentist?

Characters // Talia Flores + Park Jisung + Mark Lee + Yang Jeongin (I.N Skz) (ft. Chan(skz), Jungwoo, Haechan(Nct). Mention. Chenle, Jeno(Nct) Felix, Hyunjin(Skz)

Era / Year // January 2019

Word Count //

Some of the boys don't like the dentist and then some are okay. But the ones that don't, usually go to Talia to take them to the dentist since she is good a reassuring people and making them feel safe. So some dentist even know Talia's name even though she is not the patient. The people she usually takes is, Jisung, Chenle, and Mark and sometimes Jeno in Nct. While outside she takes I.N and Felix, and sometimes Hyunjin from Straykids when Chan can't or when they ask her too.

So she would usually say yes, and cancel her practice or recording for later to take them. But once for some reason three of them go on the same day?

"Noona"

Talia turned to the voice to see Jisung in front of her.

"Yeah?"

"Can you take me to the dentist tomorrow?" He asked shyly, embarrassed he is asking.

"Aren't you to old for me to take you?" She teased, he grown flustered.

"Im kidding I'm kidding, I'll take you. What time?"

"1 pm." He smiled happily, knowing his Noona will still take care of him.

"Thank youu."

"Your welcome." She smiled and messed up his hair.

She continued on with her day finishing some stuff up then got a text message.

BabyFox🦊:Noona?

Tali: Yeah?

BabyFox🦊: Can you take me to the doctors?

Tali: Ah depends which day?

BabyFox🦊: Tomorrow

Tali: What time?

BabyFox🦊: 1:20pm

Tali: Ah sorry baby no Im busy.

BabyFox🦊: oh its okay I can ask Chan.

Tali: We can go out to eat later though if you like?

BabyFox🦊: Yes please.

Tali: Alright at 3?

BabyFox🦊: 3 is fine, see you Noona

Tali: see you

Tali smiled down at her phone, happy that she gets to spend time with both her maknaes. But is sad she can't be there for Jeongin (I.N).

She got to her the dreamies dorm and went to her room since most of them were already in there rooms preparing to go to sleep. She went in and saw Mark laying there, looking like he is contemplating his life.

"Hey Mark." She said as he jumped at her voice, not noticing she entered the room.

"Hey, you scared me I thought you wouldn't be back for another hour." He said putting his hand on his chest. She shook her head at him and showed him the time on her phone, his eyes grown wide as he saw the time was already an hour past since she last texted him.

"It's been an hour and how long have you been here?" Asking him putting down her stuff and getting ready to do her routine.

"Apparently and hour." Her eyes looked at him with utter confusion.

"Why would you wait for me in my room?" Wondering why would he wait instead of visiting her in her studio.

"Well, I wanted to spend time with you and also your room is really cozy." He said chuckling, Talia shook her head.

"Well, I'm going to change and are you gonna sleep over?" Asking him while she gets her clothes.

"Yeah, can I sleep with you...that sounded wrong...can I sleep..next to you...that sounded okay, how about lik-"

"Yes yes you can." Talia giggled interrupting him.

"Theres some clothes of yours in that drawer it should be in a section called Mark." She pointed at a small dresser.

"You have sections for different members?." He chuckled grabbing the clothes

"Yes, yes I do.."

"Thanks Flower." He smiled at her.

"You're Welcome." She said walking in her bathroom and changing. She finished and knocked on the door.

"You still changing??"

"No you can come back."

She came in with Mark now under the covers, she smiled at him since he seemed so adorable. She turned off the light and went under the covers with him, he clinged on to her immediately. She giggled but she knew Mark wasn't just there to spend time with her, he had to have a question.

"So, why are you really here?" She questioned him.

"Can't I spend time with my favorite person." He said in a offended tone.

"Oh don't let Yuta or Chenle hear that." She giggled.

"No but really why are you here, I literally have dance practice with you at 10am which is....6 hours away..wait why we sleeping so early?" She said while checking her phone. He huffed and tighten his grip on her and layed his head on her shoulder.

"Are you free at 1?" He said softly.

"Sorry, no baby I'm busy 1-4 pm, why?" She said softly massaging his scalp slowly trying to make him fall asleep.

"Oh nothing, I just wanted you to help me with something, but I can do it." He said slowly dozing off.

"Ah okay, night Mark."

"Night Flower."

It was the next day, they got up and had breakfast and Mark was sulking the whole time until they got to dance practice.

"Why is Mark sulking?" Jungwoo whispered to Talia curious on why the younger boy was sulking

"I think its because I can't help him with something because I'm busy." Jungwoo's face went :0 in realization. She shook her head and they continued practice. Tali went back to the dreamies dorm and went to shower and pick up Jisung.

She knocked on the recording studio door, and Haechan open the door giving her a bright smile with a hug.

"BUB you came to visit me?" He said dragging her in the studio while hugging her, sitting down and her now on his lap now back hugging her. She chuckled at him.

"No, sorry I came to pick up Jisung." She smiled at him apologetically. Haechan's smile turned into a pout on his face.

"Ah don't do that to me, you know I care about you." She said now pouting as well. Haechan smiled at her.

"But do you loveee me?" He said in a teasing smile tightening his hold on her, she was caught off guard that was when Jisung came through the door.

"Oh noona you're here?" He said surprised, she nodded and quickly got off of Haechan successfully.

"Ay, where are you going?" He said now trying to reach out to her.

"Sorry hyung, noona is coming with me, let's go." Jisung said smiling at Talia and grabbing her hand and running out the studio.

"HEY!" Haechan yelled, laughing alittle at the antic, but inside he was alittle sad that Talia didn't say I love you to him, but he just needs to be a little bit more patient to hear those words again. He sat back down.

"Hm, maybe next time Bub."

Meanwhile Jisung and Talia now got in the car and giggling. She shook her head at him. They got to their destination and walked in, she could tell he was nervous.

"Hey its okay, sit down while I sign you in okay?" She said holding his hand and rubbing it to reassure him. He nodded at went to sit down and she went to the front desk, the lady smiled at her recognizing her from other visits.

"Hi again."

"Hi." Talia smiled at her.

"Ah, so which member did you bring today?" She said looking around and spotting Jisung.

"Jisung, the youngest." Tali smiled writing down Jisung's name.

"Oh I thought you were gonna bring the older boy, I think his name was Mark?" Talia looked at her funny.

"What do you mean?" She questioned.

"Well, Im not allowed to say, but you do bring him every time he has an appointment. So he is supposed to have a check up at 1...15." She finished, Talia mouth was open and like she had called for him the door open to see Mark in a mask and hat now making eye contact with Jisung. Jisung and him both looked surprised.

"I didn't know you were gonna be here?" He said now standing infront of Jisung.

"Me either."

"Who are you with?" Mark questioned, Jisung turned his head to the front desk, then Mark did and made eye contact with Talia she slowly waved him giving him an awkward smile.

"Hi." She said shyly. She sat down the pencil and walking up to him.

"IS THIS WHY YOU COULDN'T GO WITH ME, IS BECAUSE OF JISUNG?" He raised his voice a little bit to loud. She winced at the loudness.

"Sorry, I didn't know, I thought you meant music NOT THE DENTIST." She said.

"Noona?"

Talia turned around and saw I.N standing infront of her while Chan was signing him in. She stood there in disbelief.

"I thought you were busy?" He said now confused.

"Uh, I am, I was taking Jisung to the dentist." She said slowly, and blinking her eyes a lot, tryin to processes whats happening. I.N eyes go big on her.

"IS THIS WHY, NOONA THE BETRAYAL, YOU PICK HIM OVER ME??" He said a little to loud like Mark, she winced at the volume. Chan quickly came over and put his hand over I.N's mouth.

"Shhh, so you make me deal with this?" He looked at her, directing his eyes to I.N she smiled at him apologetically. She heard a person clear their throat behind them to see Mark looking at her.

"So you chose, the youngest over US." He said moving his hand to I.N and him.

"Well, he asked first..." Mark looked him in disbelief.

"I told you I was going to the dentist." Looking at Jisung for an explanation.

"Well, you didn't say you were gonna ask Noona to take you, either way aren't you to old for Noona to take you and also aren't you older than her?" He said now questioning Mark attacking him with questions. Mark was now caught off guard not expecting the youngest response.

"Aren't you too old too?" Mark retaliated. Jisung just shook his head.

"Im still a minor I have an exuse."

"Well-"

"Mr. Park can you please come in?" A nurse interrupted the bickering. Jisung nodded and grabbing Talia's hand in the process and walking away while the other 2 boys glared and Chan was falling asleep.

Tali shook her head at Jisung.

"What's with you." She said smiling at him holding his hand to distract him from his nervousness.

"I just feel special thats all." He said with a smug smile on his face.

"And why is that?" She said raising her eyebrow at him.

"Because you chose me."

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chiantidinner · 4 years ago

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THE UNCLE WORRIES

"Well, as you have the formidability of an Adler and the intellegence of a Holmes, I don't believe these moronic obstructions will interfere with the path you will take on in the future, now will it?"

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"Yes, I'm fine- NO! Your father musn't hear about this!" Nero berated loudly to the phone stuck to his ear, hands flinging outwardly and feet rustling about outside the school gates.

The Adler-Holmes offspring had just retired from school for the day and was yearning to be back at the home-y confines of Bakerstreet; just him, his father, occassional (now, more often) visits from his mother, the skull on the mantelpiece, and the ghastly laboratory equipments filling the whole of the kitchen area - but it wasn't until he recieved the call from Rosie, aware of what had transpired between him and a couple of boys their age, who think themsleves as tyrants, and had offered a solution that involved telling John Watson about the matter at hand.

"You know he'll tell father and..." The boy paused, sighing, rubbing his elbow and hissing as he felt a slight sting of the movement, "Rosamund, don't you dare-"

Nero's attempt to dispose his friend out of the idea had suddenly died down his throat, ignoring her cries as he watched a black Jaguar car pull up right in front of him. His eyes narrowed, eyebrows furrowing ever-so-slightly but his expression remained stoic, hearing how the car door clicked and started to swing open. Nero tightened his grasp on the phone and muttered lowly, "I have to go.", then ending the call. He carried his long limbs toward the opening, slowly rasing his chin to imply confidence. Assuming the man inside the car is who Nero thinks he is, he'd have to appear much like his father - though for what reason, he doesn't know.

As he steps closer, a figure of a woman in a suit with light brown hair comes to view - further proving that the man responsible to the mysterious arrival of the vehicle, is indeed his uncle and not wealthy kidnappers trying to take him as bait for his father to willingly catch (which, unfortunately, has happened more than once in his 16 years of life). The boy closed the door beside him as he sat down on the leather seat, sighing before turning to face Mycroft - his apprehension expertly covered by his naturally sour facade.

"Nero." The older man inclined his head to his direction, as a way of greeting, the corners of his mouth curling upward.

"Good afternoon to you too, sir." the boy replied, still with a stoic and blank face.

Mycroft tried hard to hide his grimace as he heard his nephew call him: sir.

Ever since he was shown to Mycroft, it never really deemed him to be called uncle - much less ever being one - but the boy was different. The boy was far too brilliant and belongs to a far more extraordinary family than normal people would suspect. It impressed Mycroft how easily he could start a conversation with adults and then finds chatting with other children boring and annoying, how he could find clues in the most discrete of places at such a young age, and how he could act realistically and would use that against people that were worth the punishment, but he could say he wasn't the least bit surprised; he was Sherlock Holmes' and Irene Adler's son, after all.

"May I ask what could be so terribly important that you couldn't have just called me?" Nero replied pointedly, itching to get this over with and go home.

"I have heard about the shooting near your school and came to pick you up myself."

Nero's blank facade finally came crumbling down when it was replaced with pure confusion, mixed with a bit of shock, his face pulling into a grimace and his eyebrows knit together. The boy searched a reason from his uncle as he bore his eyes into his, but found that he didn't want anything from him and that his actions were from familial concern, apprehension, guilt (he didn't know where that came from), and, as much as he would deny, sentiment. He opened his mouth but no words came out, and the second try was unsuccessfull as well.

When he finally found the breath to reply, he choked out, "...Why?"

Much to the younger boy's surprise, Mycroft's demeanor actually softened; a soft grin played on his lips that spoke volumes, sharp brown eyes losing their sting. He looked nothing like what Nero had ever seen of his uncle, even his assisstant looked utterly surprised.

"Because I don't want my only nephew to become like my brother." Mycroft's eyes now showed signs of sadness and... guilt.

Ah, that's where that came from, Nero thought to himself.

"Really? Because I believe my father is in a good place. He receives inquiries for cases from the Yard, still gets to bring John Watson with him, and as much as he'd deny it.. he has his family. I would rather want to become like my father."

The British Prime Minister opened his mouth to speak, but not before something caught his eye: the scratches on Nero's elbow.

Nero covered his arms with his bag quickly upon realization, but the damage was done; Mycroft knew what happened to his nephew. He straightened and turned to the window - his face now unreadable and dismissive, a sharp contrast to the previous expression he donned.

"Tyrants." He spoke after a moment's pause, "Although they do not hold a single grudge in comparison to our intellect, they are the worst and most destructive enemies, us, Holmes' are destined to face - other than criminal masterminds. They are the ghosts that haunt our every sunny day, scribbled letters we keep in the very back of our minds." Mycroft continued with a dangerous glint in his eyes, his gaze slowly turning to the boy in front of him, a corner of his lips jerking upward knowingly (that somehow reminded him of his father's), "And you, to no surprise, have your own fair share, Nero."

For the first time since he stepped into the car, he allowed a one-sided but warm smile to appear on his face and felt pride fill his body. He wasn't proud that generations and generations of the family were ganged up and hurt, just because of their inexplicably curious nature. No. He was proud of the fact that they simply acknowledge the particular attribute each of them holds, that this experience may wound and scar them, but will always have their prodigious intellect as plaster.

The car came to a halt and suddenly they were at the Bakerstreet pavement.

"Nevertheless," Mycroft ducked his head slightly and glanced upwards to see his brother watching the car from the window, and turned back to Nero, "I hope you take this little conversation of ours as a precaution to not take into account what those babbling baboons imply to yourself."

"You are a smart boy, Nero. Make use of your intellegence for the greater good."

With nothing else to say, the boy merely nodded slyly, grabbed his bag and went out the door. But as he stepped foot on the hard ground, his name was being called from inside the car.

"Nero."

The person donning the name ducked and poked his head inside with an expectant look on his pale face.

Mycroft hesitated and sighed in fustration, his lips pursed together in a thin line, "I-... I worry about you as I do with my brother. I don't want you going through what he did."

Nero ginned once again, this time honest and genuine, his eyes smiling along with his lips, "I am aware.. uncle."

Giving, one tight smile to Mycroft and his assisstant, Nero disappeared from the door and into 221B Bakerstreet.

It was then that Mycroft realized the boy was as much every bit of his brother, and at the same time, not.

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First of all, thank you to everyone who read and had actually finished lmao. Second, WOHOO my first fic!!

I got this idea from my own headcanon that generations of Holmes' - from the Holmes parents, to Mycroft, Sherlock, and Eurus, then Nero - were belittled and made fun of, because of their extraordinary intellegence, whether that was in school, or in the world at large. So, I incorporated that into this fic, mixed in with 'responsible-and-protective-big-brother-Mycroft' but instead of brother, we have uncle to Nero because, why not?

I also sort of made this because I had writer's block and read somewhere to write what's inside your pretty little head to bring back your natural creativity...

But, back to the matter at hand, I hope you guys liked it and I would REALLY love if you left some feedback and suggestions as to how I can improve my writing skills.

Much love, R. xx

#nero wolfe #mycroft holmes #uncle mycroft #adlock #sherlock headcanon #adlock fanfics #irene adler #sherlock holmes #rosamund watson #john watson #holmes brothers #parent!lock #sherlock au

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anxiouspotatorants · 4 years ago

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HOLD UP!!! You immediately had me at the "Twilight AU but Rory is the vampire" here 👀👀👀👀. Color me intrigued AND inspired.

Ok so first off, the 'reveal' conversation. The COMEDY potential!! Just Jess being overall nervous but also pretty curious to know about what Rory as a vampire is like, whereas Rory is trying pretty hard to make him be more afraid and to hopefully get him to run away screaming so she can have some reason to tackle him, but this guy just isn't budging!

The shiny skin reveal! Like first off, THIS CAN'T BE THE SAME WITH EDWARD BECAUSE RORY'S NOT PLANNING ON STRIPPING IN FRONT OF JESS HERE (no matter how much she might like him despite her better judgement). Imagine the complete lack of suspense when she just uncovers her arm and shows Jess how it sparkles into the sunlight.

Rory: This is the skin of a killer, Jess!!

Jess: Wow, didn't know murderers had a continuous discount at Claire's for silvery glitter.

Rory: 😒

JESS WITH THE ICONIC GOOGLE SEARCH. THE DREAMS ABOUT RORY COMING IN WITH THE FULL DRACULA GETUP, MENACINGLY LEANING IN TO BITE HIM AS HE TAKES HIS "Paint me like one of your french girls" pose. Jess waking up from it not knowing whether he's scared or has just figured out a new kink for himself.

Jess dodging all of Rory's attempts to get him to stop wanting to see her by just coming in and asking her all of these questions while they're in the middle of the recess crowd in school. Rory giving up after the fourth attempt and answering all of his questions in a hushed tone.

Jess: So you can read people's minds?

Rory: Yes, except for yours. I still haven't figured out why though.

Jess: Huh, maybe Liz's all-round smoking diet during her pregnancy had its benefits after all.

Rory: Jess!!

I'm not sure whether I'd want Rory to be an older vampire like Edward or a more newly-made one, and in this case Lorelai is potentially still human but knows about Rory's condition despite Rory trying to keep her in the dark about it when she first turned. They still haven't found a way to break it to Richard and Emily though, despite their various brainstorming sessions over it.

Lorelai: We could get them drunk and just announce it to them!

Rory: Wonderful, and they'll accept their formerly estranged granddaughter as an undead creature.

Lorelai: Hey, you only asked how we should tell them, you never asked about how they'd handle it.

Jess just straight-up asking if she would eat the bullies in the high-school. Rory vehemently replying that no, she doesn't eat people, she just drinks the blood, but if he must know,......yes she drank from Chuck Presby once because she was angry and hungry and his blood almost tasted like Gatorade, so she's refrained from trying out the other bullies' blood. No, Chuck doesn't know what happened, he just thinks some girl went a bit too far with her hickey.

Jess and Rory talking to each other late at night and organizing a "studying" session where they just end up watching various B-movies, and sometimes Jess ends up falling asleep on the other side of the couch while Rory looks on at him and look, she's not being creepy here, she's just sitting on her side admiring this insane boy who still hasn't woken up one morning and decided that being friends with a vampire girl isn't in fact one of the smartest choices he could make in his life, and she can't help but like him because of that, ok? Also she really needs to hear more of his thoughts on some of the other American classics, it's imperative.

Rory ending up protecting Jess from an ongoing car that almost hits him instead of the whole "other vampire craves his blood" storyline but Jess ends up spraining his arm when he fell to the ground and Rory just feels guilty that she couldn't have saved him in a better way and tries to avoid him after that. Unfortunately she can't because this dumbass is walking along her trail in the nearby woods with his arm in a sling and goddamn it Jess, you're scaring away the deer!!

Yes. A thousand times yes. To all of this. The comedy. The pining. The Google search idea and elder Gilmore announcement. Yes to it all. But may I raise you some alternatives/more ideas:

In the books the sparkling looks more like the vampires are on fire. So when Rory reveals some skin in the sunlight, Jess is like «Shit, stop doing that do you have a death wish?!» and Rory just gives him a shit eating grin and waves her arm in and out of the sunlight. Also what if she doesn’t strip but takes of her sweater to reveal a t-shirt and Jess has a momentary heart attack thinking a vampire was about to flash him? All this being said the Claire’s silvery glitter scene is too good to replace ;-;

There just has to be a point while they’re close friends that Rory tries to impress/scare Jess by pulling him over her shoulders and carrying him while she speed runs. But when she tries to say something badass or seductive she has a brain fart and the only thing that comes out is: «Hold on tight... spidermonkey.» Jess doesn’t get to react before she runs, and when she’s finished the first thing he does is puke (apparently it’s hard to get used to that running according to SMeyer). Rory: «Oh no I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have done it, it was stupid and now you’re hurt and-»

Jess: «Spidermonkey???»

Rory: «oh, you’re fine.»

Jess: «SPIDERMONKEY????»

Rory: «I’ll just leave you here for the bears,» and walks away.

I’m not sure what her vampire origin story should be. It could be all the Gilmores are vampires and they bite each other at a certain age after procreating (and the eldest Lorelai decided to be an asshole and bite Rory early) or it could just be Rory like you said. In that case maybe Christopher became one and bit Rory because he wants her and Lorelai and him to be one big happy family of the night? But Lorelai refused and Rory protected her? Or maybe it was a stranger who passed by Stars Hollow?

Jess questions Rory’s humanity not after being saved by a car crash (pre friendship that is, I still think your idea should come in afterwards) but because he consistently skips school and on a sunny day («How can I lock myself in a stuffy dusty dark room on a day like this, uncle Luke?») he comes upon Rory hunting and eating a dear. That and/or she saves him from the swan. And because it’s Rory and she’s a clumsy new-born she saves him by speeding over and suckerpunching the swan so hard it does an action movie sweep miles into the forest.

Rory’s cover for sunny days in Stars Hollow is that she’s staying at Chilton longer for an assignment, or in the case of her still going to ST High it’s visiting their library for resources. Because she hates missing school, that cover is usually true, and she just refuses to go into any spot with sunlight:

Rory: «I have this skin condition, I have sun allergy»

Madeleine or Louise: «That’s not a thing is it»

Paris: «It is [starts infodumping]»

She usually locks herself in the darkest corner of the library and speeding away in a flash at closing time before anyone can spot her.

Rory has lost count of the amount of times Jess has dared her to drink from him. She refuses because she’s scared if hurting a friend:«What if I taste your blood and it’s so good I can’t stop? Like it tastes like heroin or ecstasy or coffee?» Jess usually counters with either «If you could resist Chuck Presby you can resist me» or «What makes you think I’d taste so good, huh?» Rory always ends up thinking she would have a blush right now if she was still human.

Jess wants to be a vampire too because hey what else does he have a chance at doing in life? But Rory refuses because she sees the potential in him and what he can be, and doesn’t want to take his chance at a good and normal life away from him. But at some point they get into a dangerous situation where Jess’ only options are death or vampyrism and Rory finally gives in. Also this is our AU and we get to decide which Twilight vampire-rules apply and in this AU vampires age mentally (it’s a bullshit excuse SMeyer and you know it).

This one depends on the origin but hey it’s an idea: While Rory was still a new new-born, her and Lorelai locked themselves up in the crap shack for a full week watching all the vampire movies they could in search of information that could help them. Rory decided to do empirical experiments too, and had garlic food, got a cross close to her, wore silver and stabbed her arm a wooden stake. The garlic food (like all food now sadly) tasted crap but didn’t kill her, nor did any of the rest. The wooden stake hurt but it healed fast.

Rory gets both Lorelai and Jess to order insane amounts of food just to watch them eat it because she misses the taste and needs to live vicariously through their tastebuds. In the AU where both Gilmore girls are vampires, they order so much food because they have no idea what the normal amount is (chaotic vampire Gilmores for the win).

Also I did not realize how well Bella and Edward’s powers fit Rory and Jess? Like of course Rory would be a mind reader and of course Jess’ thing would be an all-encompassing shield. Sometime when he’s still human and «bugging» Rory she poses the theory that maybe his head is just empty and doesn’t have any interesting ideas. Jess pretends to be hurt (okay he’s a little hurt but he’d never tell her that) and Rory immediately falls into apologetic mode.

Rory wants to go to prom because it’s a human teenage activity she refuses to miss before starts figuring out what to make out of her vampire life. Jess isn’t hyped for it but promises to get tickets. They end up both going as vampires because that altercation happens a week or so before. Jess struggles with not eating everyone in sight but he sticks close to Rory and they leave without a single drop of blood on their hands.

Also Luke as Charlie! Paying attention to the beat attacks and being the only one who noticed that Rory doesn’t actually eat the food on her plate anymore (her mom eats her own plate then switches it with Rory’s) and when Rory and Jess reveal the secret he momentarily closes down and has to take a fishing trip to process everything. But he comes back a ride or die wanting to protect the poor kids.

I also feel like there should be multiple moments where one is insanely attracted to the other and questions this attraction strongly. Like Rory crushing on Jess and wondering if it’s bloodthirst or just the last remains of her human teenage hormones. And Jess being full on into Rory while still acknowledging the fact that it could be some vampire seduction powers, but what the hell does he care? There’s a cute undead bookworm right there and if he has to go he doesn’t mind dying to be a pretty girl’s lunch meal.

#why does this AU work so well what the hell #also I loved your ideas so much!!!#The Google search the Claire’s line Jess consistently bugging Rory into sharing everything #this feels like a crack fic with a heart and I’m here for it #gilmore girls au #twilight au #literati #rory x jess #vampire au #midnight brunch

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echo-three-one · 4 years ago

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Whatever It Takes : Reloaded

They're on a mission, chasing a lead in hopes of locating where The Shadow Company is situated.

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Undying Admiration

Francine "France" Winters

Safe house 110197, Brazil

"Look at them two, you think we could do that too?" Soap asked France. They were both seated on Soap's side of the floor, the soft foam caught their asses as they crossed their legs while Soap spun around a water bottle.

"You and me? Sing and Dance? Never in a million years!" She denied looking at the poor guy's attempt to actually get her to like him. She thinks he already knew that she's already falling for him since day one. But she wanted to focus on other things at hand rather than distract herself with romance. Maybe if this was all over and he's still there, he'll finally get the answer he's looking for.

"Why not? I'm kinda okay with singing." He grinned. Francine giggled. Sure he is, his overconfidence was getting attractive for her. If they weren't soldiers in a war, they'd probably be making out again. What happened back at the Gulag was an impulse, she never saw it coming as she almost lost hope for his absence.

"Why don't you like… sing for me?" She dared her eyes stared intensely into Soap's eye-catching baby blue orbs. She made a mental note that staring for more than five seconds in those were already dangerous, so she always breaks it before the fifth.

"Why do you do that?" He asked, his voice was giving her ears a good time. Yes. She's falling for him. It felt like everything he does is attractive, but she shouldn't be too quick, life has taught her that the faster she falls in love, the faster they leave. So she had to test the guy's patience.

"Do what?" she asked as if she didn't know what he meant.

"Look me in the eyes then immediately break it as soon as I stare long enough…" His eyes squinted towards her as she evaded eye contact.

"I don't do that." She easily shrugged it off and got up.

"Well, good night. John. We have an early mission tomorrow." She got up as Soap trailed his eyes on her, the look of admiration was painted all across his face.

"Can you not look at me like that?!" She pleaded as her cheeks blushed. Her boyish appeal on the force always repelled attention and now this guy was admiring her for who she is and she felt happy.

"I won't do it if I get a good night's kiss." he pouted his wonderful lips. Lips she actually really wanted to taste again.

"Good Night John." She said as she closed the men's bedroom door and went to her bed.

When Price told her about a small recon mission, she never knew it was this small. The team only consisted of her and Ghost riding a rental truck to a village which was a few kilometers away from their safe house. The point person was an alleged nephew of a soldier that currently works for Shepherd. It was almost a dead lead but the intel being accessible enough was sort of worth it.

Rule of engagement is "Don't".

The village would most likely be unarmed, unprotected and peaceful. But Price advised to keep a side arm in case things go awry. It was a good call, and France noted to herself that she won't ever fire a shot for this mission as to not raise any sort of attention in addition to what Shepherd already gave them.

"Looks like it's time to go." Soap muttered as Ghost passed through them looking prepared.

Soap nodded goodbye to the man but he just continued walking.

"Maybe he had earphones on." he muttered as he pouted his lips. France softly reached for his cheek and shoved it sideways.

"In your dreams." She laughed as she waved goodbye.

"Every night." He winked as France made an almost disgusted face and followed Ghost. She was lucky enough that she quickly moved that Soap won't see her blushing cheeks.

France hoisted herself on the shotgun of the car and smiled at her partner, who looked serious. Without his mask, he was your average tough british soldier, and he looked like he wasn't in for some small talk while driving. France respected his privacy and trailed her eyes elsewhere, looking at the lush greenery and muddy tracks of tropical Brazil.

France wasn't a fan of quiet road trips, she tried humming to tunes from her playlist as the loud revving of the rental jeep overpowered her voice.

"Are you usually this quiet?" France asked, trying to break the silence between them.

"Yeah. You got a problem with that?" He replied, his eyes trailed on the road as it hit a bump. France actually felt shocked toward his reply and she started to worry about what she did wrong.

"You know you could always say no to Price's orders instead of regretting and wishing Roach would be here instead of me." She pouted, crossing her arms.

"Well that wasn't my case but now that you said it, maybe I should've asked for Roach instead!" He yelled. France couldn't help but shed a tear. She actually had no idea towards his hostility and the thought of not knowing any reason made her mad.

"Wow. Okay." she squirmed and unbuckled her seatbelt causing Ghost to slow down his driving.

"Where are you going? The village is still far from here!" he asked, France never bothered to talk to him as she simply walked away from the path.

Ghost immediately left the vehicle and followed her, catching her so she won't escape and run away.

"Why are you not replying?!" He asked, gripping her hands, restricting her movement. France used her strength to break free of his slightly weak grip and turned to him.

"You see now how it feels? To ignore someone without knowing why?!" She raised her voice. This seemed to make sense to Simon as he actually looked like he's sorry.

"I… " he sighed and looked at her, his eyes were lost and sad.

"I can't talk to you anymore… because I like you… but you've already set your eyes on someone else… so I just had to ignore you hoping that it'll make it less painful." he muttered. Complete silence filled the air.

France didn't know what to do. She didn't know what to say. It may be true that she already had eyes on a certain Scottish cutie, but telling him the truth all over again would leave such mental scars.

It took her long enough to say something that Ghost already invited her back to the car, and her silence may leave no meaning, but to Ghost it meant a lot, at least he knew that he no longer had a chance on her and would finally move on.

The village was like any other typical village, the elder's house would always be on the highest point and the two opted to ask the village elder first to gather clues.

One clue led to another as they visited each house looking for one Fabian Alvarez, a nephew of an alleged Shadow Company soldier. Only a few were able to speak fluent english and they decided to help, until such time that Fabian decided to show up.

He looked like a five year old kid, holding a rubber ball and he looked at France and Ghost awkwardly before hiding back into his house. Fabian was far too young to know about his uncle's whereabouts and the lead went cold once again.

The ride home was quiet. France didn't want to say anything as she can't. Her heart was like inside a washing machine, swirling around as she thought of how Ghost liked her while she's clearly liking someone else. It must've been hella awkward and painful to see on a daily basis. She felt that once, when her best friend got together with her high school crush and continued to stay together up to this day… She knew how he felt.

The moment they got back, she was actually greeted by Soap, who already had his hands wide open for a hug. As usual, France would ignore his gesture and it now felt that she was already helping out Ghost from the pain. But now, she's the one feeling restricted.

It pained her to not get near Soap and he's already starting to notice the indifference. She was actually surprised when he cornered her, just as soon as she stepped out of the shower.

Her cheeks flushed as the idea of her, only wrapped with a towel, stood in front of Soap. She felt really vulnerable in this position.

"What happened out there?" he looked angry but the tone of his voice sounded concerned.

"Nothing, it's just … A dead lead. A waste of time." She replied as she attempted to cross over him.

"And how does that warrant an indifferent approach toward me?" he quickly moved to block her again. She sighed at her actions. He was right. He didn't deserve this treatment, he needed to learn something about the truth.

"We had a little fight with your friend over there…" She muttered, her voice was low enough so he couldn't hear.

"Who, Ghost?" he inched his face closer and his face lit up like a curious bystander who overhears conversations on a daily basis.

"Yeah… It was an unpleasant exchange." She said vaguely.

"Well, it'll all be resolved soon. I guess you're too carried away that you didn't want to talk to me as well…" he chuckled and scratched the back of his head. That gesture always made France happy, he may not notice it but she loves the way his muscles twitch when he scratches his nape. She found it satisfying and hot.

"Yeah… I'll go change." She said, as she frowned as soon as they parted. She knew she had to tell him the specific reason and the events that occured today, but she felt that it would create a domino effect that would lead the team to be uncooperative.

During bedtime, Alex requested France to swap sleeping spaces, meaning that she had to lie down beside Soap. She couldn't find the courage to say no as it might ruin the reunion they both longed for after a very long time.

France swung the door open and found out that they were already asleep, except for Ghost who was once again missing. She used this opportunity to actually wake Soap up and let him be aware that she'll be sleeping beside him. She planned to make both men comfortable by spacing herself between them, by only showing affection to Soap while Ghost's not around, until such time that Ghost would accept the inevitable truth.

"John." She whispered, as Soap lazily opened his eyes and reached out for her, wrapping her in his arms.

"I really like you. A lot. I hope you'll be patient enough for me." She whispered again. She knew he wouldn't hear it but the idea of her actually expressing her thoughts to him, put her at ease, as she slowly closed her eyes and drifted to sleep, wrapped by the arms of the man whom she really admired.

Next Chapter : If I Remember Correctly

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Black Sand and Copy Cat

Pairing: kakashi x reader

Genre: smut; 1/???

Warnings: get some water.

Status: unedited

Background: you're a sand shinobi sent to the leaf village in order to learn some new skills. Except, you dont look like everyone else; and that catches the attention of the Copy Ninja, Kakashi Hatake.

I settled into my room nicely, being escorted by a Jonin ninja to my quarters and left to my own space. It was only 4 in the afternoon and I was feeling ready for dinner. I didn't know how I could go into the village without raising as much curiosity as much as I did in front of Lady Tsunade.

I was clearly different from the people here and some wouldn't take kindly to me purely because I was clearly foreign. But I had a solution to limit the uproar. I had only come with a backpack filled with one day's change of clothes, weapons and bandages to wrap around my face.

Lady Tsunade assured me that I wouldn't have to worry about anything during my stay and I trusted her word, seeing as how she and her ninja accepted me quite quickly. I heard a knock on my door and opened it to reveal the Jonin who brought me to my room.

"A few of us would like to invite you to dinner tonight. Since you don't know anyone, we thought it was the best way to get you to meet a few people in the village so that you're not completely lonely."

I could tell that he was still curious about my origins by the way he looked at my hair but I didn't think much of it. "Thank you, I'll be there."

"That's great!" He beamed, "I'll send one of my friends to come escort you."

I spent about an hour in my room carving the few weapons I had brought with me. About 3 knives had already been sharpened and there were only 2 left, counting the one in my hand. I was in my own peace until I was interrupted by a knock.

That must be my escort.

I shouted that "I'm coming!", and wrapped bandages around my neck and the lower half of my face so only my eyes and forehead were shown. When I opened the door, I was met with the same white haired man who startled me earlier. "Oh, it's you."

He was reading a book as he leaned against the wall across my door, not caring that I wasn't pleased to see him. "Yes, it is me. I take it you're ready to go, Ms Amabel."

I narrowed my eyes, "How do you know my full name?"

"I asked around." He said as he flipped a page in his book, "Let's go, or else they'll finish all the meat."

I closed my door and followed the man - "Kakashi" - outside of the building and onto the street. This time, he didn't bother making conversation

"So what is the reason that you are so closed off that you can't even entertain a tiny conversation with me?"

Or so I thought.

You resisted the urge to scoff, his attitude was too nonchalant for your liking. He asked like it wasn't weird for him to be so curious about a visiting resident. "Come on, Ms Amabel, don't leave my poor soul hanging."

"I can hear your smirk inside your stupid mask."

"Ooh, a fiesty one, aren't you?"

"Are we there yet?!"

He closed his book and put it into one of his vest pockets, "Patience, bunny."

"Excuse me?!"

"Kakashi!" A loud voice called before I could continue, and it was coming from the entrance of the shop we were standing in front of. The voice belonged to a man donned in a green jumpsuit and vest with a shining bowl cut and bushy brows. "You're late to the dinner which makes me the winner of the race!" He exclaimed quite excitedly.

I heard Kakashi sigh beside me, causing my lip to quirk as I thought of him being irritated by something as pretentious as this guy in front of us. Suddenly, the intense man turned to you and came incredibly close to inspect me. I was weirded out already as he invaded my personal space but when he wiped his thumb on my forehead, I screamed. He responded by screaming as well and jumped back.

"Kakashi! What is this?"

He asked as if I wasn't clearly a person. Kakashi cleared his throat, "She's the representative of the Sand village we were told about last week, Guy."

"B-b-b-but... she's..."

"I'm what?" I asked softly, looking the now fearful man in the eye, daring him to say what was in his mind.

Aside from that startling question, I had a fairly good dinner. The jonin I met were all kind, even the super weird guy with his big brows. It gave me a slight sense of home and how all my comrades would find ways to make our table the loudest whenever we ate out.

Kakashi took me back to my place and by the end of the night, my thoughts about him had changed. At first, I was just skeptical about the sneaky guy and a tad irritated by his joking demeanor, but something about him seemed so genuine that I decided to give the guy a chance. I couldn't say he was attractive, purely because I couldn't see his face at all but something about his aura intrigued me about him. Why was he a mystery?

Scolding myself for thinking about him, I shook my head and gathered my things to get ready for the day. Since it was winter, the mornings were still dark but I estimated it was around 5 o'clock. I mentally thanked myself that I had braided my hair last night because who knew what state it would be in after my sleep.

I wrapped a towel around my body and grabbed my toiletries to go to the communal bathrooms. Of course, I had to use shoes inside because I didn't know what could infect me. Unfortunately, I didn't know which way to go and I stood, confused, at the at the top of a staircase at the end of the corridor.

"Wanna know where the bathroom is?"

"Shit!" I jumped at the voice right beside my ear, turning around to face a muscular, bare chest that belonged to none other than Kakashi. I looked up to his masked face and scowled. "Stop sneaking up on me."

"Where's the fun in that, Bunny?"

"Bunny? Why do you call me Bunny?"

He chuckled as if it was obvious. I couldn't stop myself from looking at his exposed torso and internally gasping at how well-built he was. "I call you that because you're so jumpy..." he leaned down beside my ear again. This time, I sensed him take off his mask so his lips brushed against my ear as he said, "...Bunny."

I couldn't move, even when he pulled away and walked past me.

"Bunny?" I quickly turned. "Aren't you coming to wash up?"

I almost cursed at his tilted head, "Fine."

As hard as I sounded on the outside, I was actually losing my mind at what just happened. He was so close to me and with only a towel around his waist. I couldn't deny that his body was amazing, and it had been a while since I last felt the touch of a man. Who knew what this guy could do with his hands, and a small part of me wanted to find out.

Two flights of stairs later and "We're here. The bathrooms aren't separated into male and female so everyone can see everyone. But lucky for you, it's just the two of us up this early."

Lucky? What's lucky about being naked around a guy I met a day ago?

It's a hot guy you met a day ago, my subconscious said.

Kakashi entered the bathroom swiftly, choosing a showerhead right in the middle and getting to his business. I took the showerhead opposite his because it was the best way to hide my body from him; if I chose one to the sides, he could easily have peeped over. I set the water to piping hot, turning around to let it hit my back just the right way and solicit a dragged out moan from me.

"That's an interesting sound."

I opened my eyes to see Kakashi facing me and his hair was drenched, falling over the one side of his face that wasn't exposed. "Eek! You pervert!"

I hurriedly overed my body with my arms and hands, turning back around and trying not to freak out. "I'm not the one who chose the shower closest to me."

It wasn't long until I felt his presence right behind me and something poking my lower back. Holy shit. "Nice ass, Bunny."

Without another word, I heard Kakashi leave the bathroom and I let out a deep breath I didn't know I was holding. "What the hell just happened, Ama?"

It had been a weak since I had arrived at the Leaf village and I was still thinking about that moment I had with Kakashi in the bathroom. 1st of all, I didn't even know he was living in the same lodge as me, and 2nd, the man pretended as if nothing happened. He wasn't escorting me to places anymore due to how he had his own group of young ninjas to train and look after, which made me sad a little but I figured that the less we spent time together, the better.

I attended training every single day, spending a total of 12 hours learning techniques and the basics. I had a kind mentor named Anko and she was patient with me. She praised the fact that my body was in good enough shape to handle the training and questioned me about why my chakra was so strong for someone who wasn't a shinobi at my age of 19. I didn't know anything except for the fact that the woman who found me as a baby, was a witch who gave me power to survive in Japan.

She looked after me while she stayed in the Sand Village and it was only recently that she left on her "next quest", she put it. I was sad that the woman who moulded me into who I am today had to leave but I understood her reasons.

It was only midday and Anko had taken me to the forest to do target practice with my knives and shuriken. We had been going at it for a while until a ninja disturbed us, whispering to Anko about something I was obviously not supposed to hear. "Ama. I have to leave."

"What? But I haven't finished my training for today."

She sighed and started walking backwards as the other ninja ran, "I know, I'm sorry. But they've sent someone here to help you for the rest of the day!" Her voice drifted as she got farther away.

I huffed and rolled my eyes, a bit bummed that she wouldn't be here later to spar with me.

"Aww, don't pout, Bunny."

I looked up to see Kakashi hanging from a tree. "What the hell is up with you and sneaking up on me? Do you enjoy seeing me lose my breath?"

"Of course I do!" He jumped down to stand right in front of me, "I wanna try another way of making you do that, though."

My jaw dropped as soon as he said the suggestive words, "How can you be so relaxed about saying words like that?"

"I have nothing to lose, Bunny." He started going to different trees and marking them with Xes as he spoke to me.

"What about your job?"

"Why would I lose my job for giving you an extra warm welcome?" He looked at me. "It's not like you don't enjoy it."

"...Liar." I hesitated.

"Is that why your nipples were so hard in the bathroom last week?"

He had me speechless, I didn't know what to do in front of this guy. He was too good at being himself.

"Anyways, let's carry on with your training, yeah?"

"You're Anko's substitute?" I resisted the urge to laugh but I ended up letting out a chuckle at the thought of this guy teaching me. "You have to be kidding me. You can't be as good as Anko."

"No, Bunny, I'm better. Have you not heard of my reputation?" With each word he spoke, he took a step closer to me, "I'm one of the Leaf Villages best ninja. See this eye right here," He lifted his headband to reveal his left eye which was a bloody red colour and decorated by a long scar running vertically down the skin over underneath, "this eye lets me figure out my prey's moves before they can even make them. They call me the copy-ninja because I always catch my prey, and Bunny..."

He did something I wasn't expecting and placed his cold hand on my exposed midriff. "Kakashi."

"You are my most enticing prey."

I only saw pale skin for a second when Kakashi pulled his mask down, before he crashed his lips into mine and started kissing me like he was starved. My body reacted on its own as I melted into his body and let his arms support me while I let him suck on my tongue. This kiss was unlike any I had ever had; it was full of hunger and want and passion, most of it coming from him but it was a moment where I couldn't deny my strong attraction to him.

One of his hands travelled to my thigh, which he hiked up and wrapped my leg around his waist. The other quickly followed and he leaned me against a nearby tree to make things easier. Soon, his lips moved from my lips to my jaw to my neck and it wasn't until they reached the top of my cleavage that I had to stop him.

"Kakashi, wait."

He stopped. He leaned his forehead on my chest and I could feel his grip on my thighs loosening. In the next minute, Kakashi had put his mask back on and let me stand on me feet, leaving space between us for me to talk.

"I don't want to do this here."

"I can see that. Let's get to your training, shall we?"

I couldn't sleep. No matter how hard I tried. For the past 3 days, I couldn't get the image of that kiss I had with Kakashi in the forest and I was yearning for more. Fed up, with the cycle, I grabbed the nightgown I had bought a few days ago and wore it before stepping out. I knew there was a rooftop so I headed up the stairs and stepped onto the gravel before I noticed, at the rail, none other than...

"Kakashi." I breathed out.

His figure turned and as he did so, the moonlight shone on his body, making the muscles look better than ever. "Ms Amabel."

I chuckled as I walked towards him, "What, no 'Bunny' today?"

He smiled and that's when I noticed that he had his mask off. I couldn't see much because of the dark but I could tell that he was beautiful. He had a long, pointed nose that was slightly upturned and his lips were soft but plump, exactly as how I felt them against mine. He had a mole next to his bottom lip that made him look even more charming. This man was a dream. "You like it when I call you Bunny?"

Suddenly, I got shy and looked down, playing with my thumbs. "Well... yeah."

He grabbed a hold of my waist and pulled me flush against his body. Even though he was wearing long pants, I could feel his hard-on against me. "If I call you Bunny, what do you call me?"

This man seemed hellbent on fucking me. The way he spoke and the way he held me - the way he looked at me. It's like I was... his prey.

"Well?"

I looked into his differently coloured eyes and found myself getting lost in them. "Kakashi..."

He laughed boisterously, "Really? You're gonna stick with Kakashi?"

"No... I was thinking maybe, Daddy?"

He let out a groan and his grip was tighter on me, "Don't joke with me, Bunny."

"I'm not." Now I looked at him more intently. I needed us to get into a room now. "Let's go." I whispered into his chest.

Before I could say another word, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.

"Kakashi!" I giggled while he snickered. He basically jumped down the stairs until we reached his room and he slammed the door shut with his foot.

I was thrown onto the bed, resting back on my forearms to admire his physique. Moonlight peaked though the window and highlighted his body. "You're staring quite a lot, aren't you?"

"Got a problem with it?"

"Not if you'll let me return the favor." He grabbed a chair and made himself comfortable, manspreading right in from me.

Usually, I was a person who liked to keep to myself but when it came to pleasing a partner - especially one who made me as aroused as Kakashi - I had no boundaries. I figured I'd tease him a little bit before I got to showing him what he wanted to see.

"Come on, Bunny, don't make me beg." His voice was soothing as he watched me let down the straps of my nightgown one by one. He followed my hands as they played with the hem and started lifting it up. The closer I got to exposing myself, the more Kakashi leaned forward, but I pulled it back down at the last moment, giggling at Kakashi's shocked face.

I knew it! "You're a perv, Mr Hatake. But that kinda makes me excited."

Finally, I pulled the dress over my head and threw it on the floor. I felt my boobs bounce as I let Kakashi drink in the sight of me. "It's gonna be hard for me to keep my hands to myself if I watch you."

"Then touch me, Daddy."

Kakashi swiftly glided to kiss me, holding my hands to the bed by my wrists as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. I was already a bit wet from feeling his dick earlier but he was making me wetter. He wasted no time getting to kiss every inch of my body, from my neck to my boobs, my tummy and legs. He paid special attention to my boobs and thighs, saying they were "fucking amazing" which only led me to yearn for him more.

The way his hands were all over my skin made me burn up and his voice as he praised my body made me all the needier. "Kakashi..."

"Yes, baby..."

His hand travelled to my mound which caused me to gasp as he cupped it.

"I'm gonna make this mine, Bunny."

A slim finger slid up my slit, collecting the sticky wetness that had already collected there. I watched as he started to play with my pussy. Kneeling in front of my open legs, Kakashi circled and pressed against my clit in such a way that had me squirming. He was taking his time with me but all I wanted was to feel him deep inside my heat.

I was only letting out soft, sweet moans; back arched and head thrown back when he started to tease the area around my opening. "Please..." I sounded like a whore.

He pushed the fingers I fantasized about in the past into me, making me tense in pleasure. In and out, he started to maneuver them, making me writhe from his touch and play with my own boobs.

"Ah... yes, Kakashi, just like that." I mewled as I felt his fingers curling inside me; they kept hitting a spot that made me go crazy, and my sounds seemed to encourage him.

"You look so beautiful right now, Amabel. My hand's covered in your juices and they're glistening in the moonlight right now, baby. That's how wet I made you, you know that?"

Kakashi himself was breathless as he watched my body shine with sweat while I kept myself from screaming at his touch. With the pace getting faster, so did the frequency of my moans. "Ah...ah! Oh my God, Kakashi, please make me cum."

Those words triggered him to grant me my wish as his mouth latched onto my clit and he got to licking and sucking. I felt it coming soon and struggled to keep my hips on the bed, Kakashi's hand on my lower belly the only thing keeping me steady. He moaned, the vibration causing me to still as I felt my stomach twist into the tightest knot.

"Kakashi, I'm cumming!!!"

I cried through my orgasm as I rode his fingers and face. I opened my eyes through it and he was watching my pussy convulse and pulse as kept pumping his fingers. "That's it, Bunny. Cum for me more."

He had a sadistic smile as he watched me lose control, finally deciding it was time for him to feel you around his length. Kakashi pulled out his fingers, before suddenly slamming his hard dick into my tightness. I silently screamed, rolling my eyes to the back of my head as he tried to burrow deeper inside me.

"Fuck, baby, it won't fit."

He took a deep breath before starting to roll his hips. They moved in waves, a continuous rhythm that had his penis entering and pulling out of my pussy in regular intervals, the squishing of my wetness very prominent in every thrust. "Ka-ka-shi..."

I purred into his ear while he buried his head in my neck, biting and kissing at my skin while one hand fondling a breast. "You feel so good, Bunny. Fuck, it's so tight."

"Mmmm Daddy, please go faster." I pulled his hair one last time before he lifted himself off my upper body and started thrusting at a greater speed. The sound of our skin slapping along with our moans and groans and cries made the room as erotic as ever.

"I'm gonna make you cum so hard, Bunny. Just look Daddy in the eye and make sure you let me know just how good I'm making your pussy feel."

Right when he placed my legs over his shoulders, I did what he said and good God, did his Sharingan eye not make me cum. "Daddyyyyyy!!! Ughhhhhhh!!!"

I screamed his name while the eye glowed and tears flowed down my face since he kept going and pounding me relentlessly as I orgasmed. I felt another one coming when he kept hitting my g-spot and tightened around his thick shaft, my walls keeping him locked in his position. I could feel him throb inside me. "You're so amazing, baby. Daddy's not even close to being done with you."

He pulled out, making me see just how big he was. He had to be at least 10 inches, with a good girth as well. I couldn't admire his appendage long enough because he flipped me over with ease and like before, rammed into my already sensitive heat. My juices were already coating my thighs and the area above his dick, I wondered how long he could go.

"Kakashi!" The man held my arms behind my back with one hand and grabbed my throat with the other. As soon as he pulled my body up, he didn't stop fucking up into me. We kissed as I felt another one coming, the lack of control I had over myself turning me on to the maximum. I felt the blood to my head stop circulating and felt my eyes closing.

"You wanna pass out taking my dick, Bunny? Hm, you wanna go to sleep knowing I own your pussy like this?" His voice was gruff, as if a monster had taken over him.

"Yes Daddy, please. Make me yours now. I'll do anything to feel it again, just use my body how you want!"

His grip on my neck tightened and again, I looked at his red eye. As if he saw what was coming next, Kakashi widened his eyes and gave one last thrust into me and we both came. His eye glowed brightly as he coated my walls with his seed and held my body as I shook from my most intense orgasm.

Surprisingly, he still felt hard inside me so he gave one last thrust that triggered something in me causing my body to let go of so much liquid it wet most of the sheets. It went on for a few moments as my strangled moan came out while my pussy spasmed again. "Fuuuuuck Kakashi!"

He kissed me deeply for a few seconds before delicately, guiding my body off his dick. I felt our combined cum spill out of me but I didn't have the energy to worry about it. Instead, I turned to look at Kakashi who had the biggest smile on his face as he looked at me.

"Where are we gonna sleep?" I inquired.

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