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ks-dreams-fantasies · 1 year ago

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TEACH ME PT.3 | TRAVIS KELCE

a/n : The third part of Teach Me is finally here. Sorry for the wait, I was done but decided to rewrite it because I wasn't satisfied with the result. Hope you like it 🙏🏼 Enjoy!

Warnings: None, some fluff aand flirt, first date with Travis

Words: 2,560

Pairing: Travis Kelce x Reader

Part 2

TEACH ME PART 3 | TRAVIS KELCE

The next morning, you woke up feeling content and excited. You had spent the rest of the night with Camille, in your pyjamas, doing skincare, watching movies and daydreaming about Ryan Gosling in the Notebook.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee welcomed you the moment you stepped into the kitchen. You best friend was pouring herself a cup when she saw you come in.

‘’Coffee?’’ she asked you, raising the coffee pot in the air.

‘’Is that even a question?’’ you said, looking at her like she grew three heads. She giggled as you sat down at the kitchen island. She poured you a mug as you looked through your phone, noticing an unread text message from an unknown number. You smiled and blushed as you opened it.

I had a lot of fun yesterday ☺️

A picture was attached to the message. Wyatt was in her uncle’s arms, as you laughed loudly at something she said, Travis looking at you with a big grin.

‘’What are you smiling about?’’ Camille interrupted you, leaning over your shoulder and looking at your screen as she dropped a mug in front of you. ‘’Ouh … would you look at that’’ she said taking your cellphone from your hands as she examined every detail shown in the picture.

After a few seconds, you snatched it back, giggling at the way she looked at you with big eyes. ‘’What?’’, ‘’ Girl, have you seen the way he looks at you? He’s obsessed.’’ Your faced became even more red than it already was.

‘’Are you going to stand here and look at your phone all day or are you going to answer back?’’ she continued nudging you, smirking as you rolled your eyes at her. Your phone buzzed again.

It’s Travis by the way.

You giggled before replying.

Thank you for clarifying, I couldn’t really tell by the picture 😜

Your phone started ringing indicating a call.

Incoming Call – Travis Kelce

You panicked for a second, showing your screen to Camille before she hurried you to pick up and talk to him. ‘’Hi’’ ‘’Hey… that wasn’t very clever of me, was it?’’ he asked scratching his head, slightly embarrassed. You giggled at his question before he talked again. ‘’So, how did you sleep?’’

‘’Pretty good actually, thanks for asking, what about you?’’ ‘’I slept okay… you know, I really had fun yesterday and I meant what I said Y/N, I would really like to take you out soon.’’ You smiled and walked towards the living room to get a little bit more privacy.

‘’Perhaps tomorrow night, if you’re free.’’ You blushed. ‘’Tomorrow works for me.’’

‘’Great’’ he exclaimed loudly, fist pumping in the air. You couldn’t see him but just by the tone of his voice you just knew he was excited. “Uhm, I’ll pick you up at 7’’ you discussed a little more before you gave him your address and said your goodbyes.

As you came back into the kitchen, Camille put her phone down quickly, focusing entirely on you with eager eyes. ‘’And, what did he say?’’ she asked as you sat down facing her, sipping on your coffee. ‘’We are going out tomorrow night’’ you said shrugging your shoulders like it was nothing.

‘’Ahhhhhhh’’ she screamed with excitement ‘’My best friend is going out on a date with a hot professional football player’’ she said dancing around you, making you laugh. ‘’I’m trying to stay calm and collected but I’m nervous as hell.’’ You stated.

You, going out with Travis would be the first date you’d be going on since breaking up with Christopher a few months ago. You were excited because you could feel the connection you had with Travis, but you couldn’t help but to freak out. He was famous, girls were throwing themselves at him, tabloids would be making rumors and publicizing everything he did. Going on dates with him and maybe developing a relationship of some sort would mean you’d have to accept his lifestyle and accept to be a part of it.

In contrast, your life remained quite uneventful. After graduating, you pursued a career as a preschool teacher. Although you occasionally socialized with friends, your life was predominantly marked by its tranquility.

During your younger years, spontaneity defined your character, but being in a relationship with Christopher necessitated a shift. Christopher's finance job revolved around meticulous planning, and he was a dedicated organizer. It became unusual for the two of you to engage in spontaneous outings or unplanned trips; everything adhered to a pre-established agenda.

You adapted to this routine, although it never truly brought you much satisfaction. Becoming his girlfriend changed you. You had become quieter, and organisation and planning were now a part of your daily life.

‘’Should we go shopping to find you a new outfit?’’ Camille asked, wiggling her eyebrows making you laugh. ‘’I wouldn’t even know what to shop for, I have no idea what he has planned or where we are going.’’ You responded not knowing what to except from your date.

Later that day you ended up going to the mall, browsing to find an appropriate outfit for your evening with Travis. Camille wanted to stop by Victoria Secret on your way out because they had a sale going on.

Your eyes danced around the store, looking around at all the different color garment. You picked up a cute 2-piece red set and showed it to your friend.

‘’What do you think of this one?’’ You asked placing it in front of you. Camille smirked at you ‘’I’m sure Travis will love it’’ you chuckled, shoving her as she giggled back at you.

‘’As if I was sleeping with him tomorrow.’’ ‘’I mean, have you seen him? I wouldn’t blame you.’’ She exclaimed before moving towards other gondolas as she continued shopping for herself. You waited for her by the cash as she paid for her items.

After she was done, she came towards you, and she handed you a small black and pink bag. ‘’What is this?’’ ‘’A gift’’ you looked inside the bag seeing the red two-piece lace set that you had your eyes on earlier.

‘’Just don’t forget to mention my contribution to your relationship in you guys’ wedding speech.’’ She winked before running slowly towards the exit, laughing as you rolled your eyes blushing.

The next day passed by pretty fast and soon enough you were getting ready for your date with Travis. You looked at the clock and realised he would be there any minute. You applied the last touch of lip gloss on your lips before you heard a knock on the door. You stared at yourself in the mirror and took one last look before walking towards the entry way. You took a deep breath and opened the door.

There stood Travis, looking handsome as ever, a single red rose in his hand as he looked up at you, smiling.

‘’Hi’’

‘’Hi’’ you gave him a small smile in return. ‘’This is for you’’ he said handing you the flower before you smelled it, blushing at the nice gesture. You thanked him and invited him inside while you fetched a small vase for your rose. You grabbed your coat and your purse before meeting him back and front.

As you stepped inside, the soft hum of conversation surrounded you. The hostess greeted you with a warm smile and led you to your table in a quiet and more private corner. Travis pulled out your chair with a grace that belied his powerful frame. You talked casually before Travis ordered some wine and you both ordered some food.

As the evening wore on, your conversation shifted to more personal matters. You talked about your families, your childhoods, and the moments that had shaped you into the people you had become.

"So, what's one thing about you that not many people know?" Travis asked, genuine curiosity in his eyes.

You took a moment to think, then smiled. "Well, I have a secret passion for old black-and-white movies. There's something about the nostalgia and the storytelling that just draws me in."

His eyes lit up with intrigue. "Really? That's unexpected, but incredibly charming. Any favorites?"

You leaned forward, eager to share. "Casablanca, definitely. The way they captured the complexities of love and sacrifice... it's just timeless."

He nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I'll have to give it a watch. It sounds like a movie that could teach a guy a thing or two about love." He said looking at you with a small smirk while you blushed lightly.

As the night deepened, you touched on dreams and aspirations. Travis spoke of his desire to give back to his community, to make a difference beyond the football field. It was inspiring to see this side of him, the man behind the athlete.

"And what about you?" he asked, his gaze steady. "What's something you've always wanted to achieve?"

You took a moment to gather your thoughts. "I've always had this dream of opening a community center for underprivileged kids. A place where they can learn, grow, and discover their potential."

He looked at you, a mixture of admiration and respect in his eyes. "That's amazing. I have no doubt you'd make a huge impact on those kids' lives. I mean you already do, I can see it with Wyatt" he continued as you smiled and blushed.

After excusing yourself to visit the restroom, you made your way back to your table, the soft glow of the restaurant enveloping your figure. As you approached, a heartwarming sight unfolded before your eyes.

There stood Travis, a towering figure of kindness and humility, crouched down to meet the eye level of a young fan who couldn't have been more than seven or eight. The child's eyes sparkled with pure delight as he clutched what looked like to be a jersey, beaming from ear to ear.

Without missing a beat, Travis leaned in for a picture, their faces alight with shared enthusiasm. The child's guardian, a beaming parent, snapped the photo, capturing a moment that would undoubtedly become a cherished memory.

Your heart swelled with admiration as you watched him interact with the young fan. He treated the boy with a kindness and genuine affection that spoke volumes about his character. It was clear that he understood the impact he could have on young lives, and he embraced that responsibility with grace.

As they finished up, the child's beaming smile remained, and he gave Travis a heartfelt hug, which was reciprocated with equal warmth. They exchanged a few words, and the child left, practically floating on air, clutching the signed football jersey as if it were a priceless treasure.

As Travis turned to head back to your table, his eyes met yours, and his face lit up with a mixture of joy and pride. You couldn't help but be moved by the scene before you. Here was a man whose heart was as big as his presence on the field, someone who understood the impact he could have on those who looked up to him.

He joined you at the table, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Sorry about that. I couldn't resist when I saw that little guy's face light up."

You smiled back, your heart still full from the touching moment. "No need to apologize. It was beautiful to see."

He nodded, a glint of gratitude in his eyes. "It's moments like these that remind me why I do what I do."

And in that instant, you knew you were witnessing something special. Not just the heartwarming encounter with the young fan, but the genuine, kind-hearted man sitting across from you. It was a reminder that behind the glitz and glamour of his profession, Travis was a person who cared deeply about making a positive impact in the world. It was a quality that made you even more grateful to be getting to know him on this special evening.

As you sipped your wine, a mischievous glint danced in Travis's eyes. "You know," he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone, "I've been told that sharing dessert is a great way to test compatibility."

You leaned in, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "Is that so? Well, I wouldn't want to jeopardize our compatibility, now would I?"

He chuckled, his gaze lingering on yours. "Then I guess we'll have to order something sinfully decadent."

"Agreed," You said, your heart doing a little somersault. "After all, we wouldn't want to leave anything to chance."

As the waiter approached, Travis turned his attention to the menu, a twinkle of mischief still in his eyes. "I think we'll take the chocolate lava cake. And two spoons, please."

The waiter nodded, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Excellent choice."

As soon as the dessert arrived, Travis looked at you with feigned innocence. "Shall we put this compatibility theory to the test?"

You picked up your spoon, meeting his gaze with a playful glint of your own. "Let's find out, shall we?"

You each took a bite, savoring the rich, velvety sweetness. Your eyes locked, and a shared laughter bubbled up between you. It was a delicious game of playful flirtation, and you were thoroughly enjoying every moment.

Your conversation shifted to lighter topics, and you shared stories about your favorite travel destinations and memorable experiences. With every word, it became clearer that you both were kindred spirits, sharing a sense of adventure and a zest for life.

You were both becoming more comfortable, and your conversation took a flirty turn. You playfully teased Travis about some of the extravagant vacations he'd been on, and he responded with charming anecdotes and witty comebacks.

"You certainly know how to live the good life, Travis. I'm impressed," You said, feigning astonishment.

He leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Well, I might know my way around the football field, but I'm still figuring this whole 'impressing someone on a date' thing out."

You laughed, feeling your cheeks flush. "You're doing just fine, trust me."

The waiter returned to clear your plates and placed the bill on the table. You reached out to grab it, but Travis had faster hands. ‘’I got it, if I remember correctly, I invited you tonight, didn’t I? ‘’ ‘’You did, I really appreciate it, thank you.’’ You said with a smile.

As you guys stepped out of the restaurant, the cool night air felt invigorating against your skin. The cityscape stretched before you, a tapestry of lights and life. Travis slipped his hand into yours, your eyes meeting, his touch warm and reassuring, as you strolled along the bustling streets.

As you walked, your fingers intertwined, a subtle electricity passed between the both of you, a silent acknowledgment of the connection you were forging. It was a sweet and tender moment, a sign of the intimacy that was blossoming between you.

As you passed a lively bar, the sounds of laughter and music spilled out onto the sidewalk. A small group of intoxicated man were chatting outside when a voice caught your attention.

‘’Y/N?’’ Your heart skipped a beat as you locked eyes with him. Standing there, slightly swaying, was Christopher, your ex-fiancé, a figure from a chapter of your life you thought was firmly closed.

To Be Continued

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Part 4

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woso-fan13 · 1 year ago

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Whumptober 2023: 1 (Arsenal)

No. 1: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.”

Safety Net | Swooning | “How many fingers am I holding up?”

You had laughed at the viral video of Sam hip checking a pitch invader, the move being such a classic Sam move that you didn’t even think about the possibility that something bad could have happened. It seemed so unlikely that someone would manage to make it past security, onto the pitch, and then over to the players just to harm one of them.

But it happened. It was the 86th minute and you had just assisted Beth with an absolute banger. You were resting your hands on your head, not paying attention as you tried to force air back into your lungs before the game restarted.

You weren’t paying attention to much of what was happening, only noticing when you heard multiple players- teammates and opponents alike- shouting your name in a panic. You looked up to see a very large- very scary- man charging towards you. You did what most teenage girls would do in your position and froze.

He rams into you, knocking the two of you to the ground forcefully. His tackle was definitely more American football style than the type of football you usually played.

You lay on the ground, this man who is easily a foot taller than you and double your weight crushing you. You can’t scream, can’t move, you’re just paralyzed with fear.

In a recurring theme, Sam Kerr decides to handle the situation herself. You can finally take a breath- shallow and shuddering- as you watch your opponent pull this beast of a man off of you and stand over him. Your panicked eyes manage to find security, making their way over, but that’s the last thing you see before you’re enveloped into a hug and your vision is obscured by someone’s body.

Viv. Viv was safe. So you latched on to Viv, your fingers gripping into her jersey as you shoved your face into her neck. You were spiraling and Viv was your safety net.

The next little while is a blur, but you remember getting taken to the side of the pitch. When Viv tried to push you into someone else’s hold, you freaked out. Sobbing, you clung tighter to her, begging her not to leave. Leah was shocked that you wouldn’t move into her embrace, she knew that you trusted her. Trying to help you out, she unlatches your hands and tries to pull you into her arms.

You become dead weight, sobs breaking through your hyperventilation. Jonas took pity on you, telling Viv she could be subbed out to stay with you. The woman quickly picked you up off the ground, carrying you back through the tunnel and into the locker room.

She sat on the bench in front of your locker, cradling you in her lap. She rocked gently, speaking quietly to you in Dutch. You couldn’t understand her, but the process and the soothing tone calmed you and you were able to regain control of your breathing. Even as your sobs slowed and eventually stopped, Viv kept up the calming repetition. By the time you had finally calmed down enough that Viv was no longer afraid that you were going to make yourself sick, you were slumped into her, your exhaustion clear.

Explaining everything to you before she makes any move, Viv manages to rinse you off in a shower and get you dressed in a sweatsuit. She has you sitting in between her legs as she brushes your hair out when the locker room door opens.

It was quiet, something that was a rarity for the team. Everyone was in shock still, the previous events having shaken everyone up. You huddled closer to Viv as everyone entered. Realistically, you knew that they would never hurt you- the whole team had become older sisters to you. But still, the nagging thought in the back of your mind was that he might be there, coming for you.

Everyone’s gaze was sympathetic as they looked at you, giving you a wide berth. You sat still for the next while, watching as everyone went to shower and put on clean clothes. No one approached you until Viv gestured to Leah and Beth to come over. The two women walked slowly, not wanting to spook you. Beth moves to sit next to Viv and Leah crouches in front of you. You can hear Viv whispering something to Beth, but you can’t make out what she’s saying.

“Schatje,” Viv says, getting your attention, “I need to go shower. You’re going to stay right here with Beth and Leah, and I will be back as soon as I can.”

Partway through her sentence- when you realized that she would be leaving- you turned your body enough to cling to her again. You wiggle as close as you can to her, tears beginning to flow again.

“I know it’s going to be hard, but you’re going to be okay. I just need 10 minutes, I can leave a timer on my phone. After that, you’re coming home with Beth and I and we can cuddle for the rest of the night,” Viv had hoped that the promise of a quick reunification and snuggles would be enough to convince you to let go.

It wasn’t. You began sobbing harder, your cries becoming more frantic as you felt someone else rest a hand on your back. You squirmed, trying to get away from the other person while staying as close to Viv as you possibly could. Your panic only heightened when you heard Beth whisper, “just go,” to Viv.

You began hyperventilating, pleading with Viv to stay between breaths. She couldn’t leave, you needed her.

You felt her shift under you, and you felt another pair of arms wrap around you from the back. It was awkward, but you were transferred into Beth’s arms, your back to her chest. Her grip around you was tight, her hug keeping your arms down at your side.

You’re fully panicking at this point, and it only increases when you see Viv stand up and walk away. As soon as the door shuts behind her, you become inconsolable.

Leah resumes her position in front of you, very carefully moving her hands towards you. She makes sure that you see her, that you’re aware of her presence, before she puts her hands on either side of your face. Still, you flinch.

She angles your head so that you’re looking directly at her, panic also evident in her eyes. This was a situation that no one had seen before, the team’s happy-go-lucky little sister was broken.

“You’re alright, Love, you’re going to be okay. Viv’ll be back as soon as she can, and then we’ll get you home. No one in this room is going to let anything else happen to you, you’re safe,” Leah continues to speak calmly and reassuringly to you, still holding your head so you’re forced to look at her.

Your eyes are wide, frantically searching the room for any possible threats. After about five minutes of Leah reassuring you and Beth holding you tightly, you finally make eye contact with Leah. Both women breathe a sigh of relief. It might be small, but it’s an improvement.

A few minutes after that, your breathing becomes somewhat more controlled. You’re sobbing and your breath is hitching as you choke and cough around your sobs, trying to catch your breath. But you weren’t actively having a panic attack, which, again, is an improvement.

Leah, feeling bold, moves one hand to smooth back your hair. When she feels you lean every so slightly into the touch, she continues stroking your hair. You were coming back to them, albeit slowly.

You’re so distracted by looking at Leah as she guides you through your breathing that you don’t notice the door open. You’re not even aware as a figure approaches, fully trusting Leah and Beth to keep you safe. You only notice as this person sits beside you and rests a hand on your leg.

Viv. Viv is safe. Again, you throw yourself at her, almost knocking her off the bench. The only difference this time is that your legs are still in Beth’s lap, and Leah still had a hand resting on the back of your head.

Viv hugs you tightly. She would never admit it, but she hadn’t wanted to separate from you either. Realistically, she knew you were safe and that you would be okay with your teammates. But, still, a little part of her didn’t want to let go and give anything else the chance to hurt you. She could feel your hands gripping into her shirt, clutching like you were afraid she would disappear. She held you just as tightly.

After you have calmed down from your reunification, Beth and Leah slowly remove themselves. The three women hear as you whimper slightly at the loss, Beth and Leah having to hold back smiles. Instead, they gather all of their belongings, shoving them into bags as quickly as they can. Beth grabs Viv’s bag and Leah grabs yours, and the two return to you in about a minute.

It would take some time, but the three women would eventually coax you out to the car, Viv settling in the back seat with you. The other two sat in the front, almost constantly staring back at you in the mirror.

The drive was short, and you pulled up to a familiar house. Viv steps out of the car, pulling you into her arms. The simple act of getting you away from the stadium had allowed you to calm considerably, and you were no longer crying. Your breathing was steady and slow, your eyes blinking heavily as both physical and emotional exhaustion consumed you. But you knew you were going to be taken inside and snuggled between all of the women. Everyone already knew that Leah would be staying, the woman already having invited herself over. And tomorrow, though you didn’t know it, the rest of the team would be showing up with breakfast. With your support system, you would be okay.

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jinnie-ret · 11 months ago

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MY YOUTH | SKZ NINTH AU

stray kids x ninth member!reader (platonic)

<---------- back to my youth

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chapter 1

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"Sunny... Lou, wake up, we've got to get ready for practice!"

"Give me five more minutes mum..."

"Yah! I'm not your mum!"

Louisa rolled over in her bed, squinting as she opened her eyes from the sun peeking through the blinds. Huh. Since when did she have blinds in her room? Blinking to adjust her vision to the lighting, she was shocked to the one and only Lee Know from Stray Kids.

"WHAT THE FUCK!!!" she exclaimed in shock at the top of her lungs, which clearly gave the same feeling to the man as he jumped back from her sudden and unexpected yell. The two of them could only wordlessly look at each other, both of them speechless but for different reasons.

Footsteps suddenly came piling into the room, which as she tore her gaze away from one of her idols, she noticed the room was something she could have only dreamed of. Her walls were painted a lovely sage green colour, tapestries hung up on the wall, wound from thick white string. There was an overall calming feeling to the room, Louisa noticed, which was added to by the soft fluffy rug in the middle of the floor and several variations of cat plushies scattered around the room.

"What's happened? Why is there shouting?" Bang Chan questioned hurriedly, looking over the two of his members and seeing no clear signs as to what just happened.

Meanwhile, Louisa was freaking out. All of Stray Kids were in her room, which wasn't her room but she would have to assume for now that it was. Maybe it was all happening in a dream? And she finally shifted like she saw everyone do on Tiktok.

Yes! That must be it.

Taking deep breaths to try and calm herself down, she did her best to act normal.

Easier said than done.

"Hey? Hello? Anyone in there, Sunny?" Seungmin waved his hand in front of the girl's face, bringing her back to reality. Or whatever this place was.

"Oh, hey, what?" Louisa wiped her tired eyes, clocking onto the fact that they kept calling her 'Sunny'.

Was this her stage name?!?

"You screamed in my face," Lee Know pretended to burst into tears, grabbing onto Han's leg in comfort from his position on the floor he hadn't moved from.

"My baby!" Han joined in, gasping and sinking to the floor as he cradled Lee Know to him and hugged him tightly.

Hmmm. At least they weren't acting differently from how she expected them too.

"Oh," Louisa said and let out a giggle at her two members. Wow, that would be something to get used to.

"Haha, she just said oh," Jeongin laughed pointing at the girl who still seemed dazed.

"Lou, why did you yell? Stays are right you really are like Minho," Hyunjin pointed out with a grin on his face, lazily brushing a stray hair from his face.

Wow, to be compared to Lee Minho.

"Oh, I umm, had a dream I was at home so I was confused when I woke up and saw Lino in my face," Louisa laughed, quickly coming up with a sketchy lie that could be covered up by her tiredness.

She saw a couple of the members pull a sad face at her and wondered why. It would have to be something she'd find out later.

"Ah Lino-ah, you gotta stop surprising Flo like that, we told you enough times already!" Changbin scolded him, arms crossed over his chest.

"Yah! I didn't want her to be tired for practise. You know she can be moody," Lee Know said back, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"Moody?" Louisa held a hand against her chest in disbelief. She hoped she wasn't moody around her favourite people.

"Hey hey hey! Our sunshine is never moody!" Felix sat down next to Louisa and covered her ears to protect her from the words.

Louisa could feel her heartbeat picking up quickly. Was she this close with the members?

A sigh was let out, and everyone turned to Bang Chan to see him shaking his head.

"Guys, it's literally only gone 7am," he muttered shaking his head before he began to walk away, "such a handful."

The other members began to follow suit and continue getting ready and whatnot, when Han turned to Louisa.

"It wasn't a bad dream, was it?" he asked her quietly, a brow raised in concern as he became serious.

"No, it was a good one, probably one of the best ever," Louisa thought to herself as she recognised this dream of Stray Kids to be one of a kind.

"Okay, good, well make sure you're awake, we leave in half an hour," Han cheerily said, happy his youngest member was too as he went to hunt for some food for breakfast.

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On their way to the company, Louisa felt in her element being around the boys. It just felt so natural. Like she was meant to be there. She praised the gods above for letting her experience this dream.

"So your schedule today starts off with dance practice for Miroh, then you have vocals to record and some free time after that for producing or anything else you need to prepare," the manager that was in the car with them began.

So they were practising for Miroh? Gosh Louisa didn't even know what year it was until then. From her own knowledge they had just entered the summer of 2021, after winning the competition show Kingdom Legendary War where they participated with other boy groups. She wondered how it would work with her being in the group now.

At least this way she knew the dance quite well already, it would be just knowing how to fit into the formation.

Getting out of the car and entering the company was another thing. Louisa had no clue where she was going but as they walked past the café inside she couldn't help get excited - she had heard amazing things about the food. At least for now she could justify following after the other members as they all went in to practise the dance for Miroh.

Someone bumped her shoulder as they walked through the corridors, causing Louisa to stumble back a bit.

"Ugly slut," a girl muttered under her breath as she walked past.

"Huh?" Louisa questioned out loud.

She'd barely walked into the company and was already being faced with drama. Silly to think she'd live a life without it as an idol.

"Lou?" Jeongin turns around when he notices she wasn't walking with them.

"Oh, sorry, got distracted!" Louisa brushed off what happened and jogged lightly to catch up with the guys.

"Yah Lino-ah really must have startled you," Bang Chan laughed at the girl's expression.

"Shhhh," Louisa held a finger against her lips as she rolled her eyes.

"Kids, get to practice!" the voice she recognised as the manager's called out. Good to know there's someone keeping them in check when Chan gets in his cheeky moods.

First practise, this would be a breeze, right?

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lilsoftext · 28 days ago

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- summery : halloween night

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sof had grown close to matt and nick over the past year, becoming part of their tight-knit circle, but when it came to spooky season, it was all new territory. the boys were big on horror movies, creepy stories, and, of course, pranks, especially around halloween. chris, on the other hand, had never been a huge fan of paranormal stuff—it always freaked him out more than he let on. sof found this both endearing and surprising, given how confident and chill he usually was.

they were all sprawled out on the couch and floor in the living room. the lights were off, except for a couple of flickering candles on the coffee table that cast long, eerie shadows across the room. a classic horror movie was playing on the screen, and the suspenseful music filled the space. sof sat next to chris, who had his arm loosely draped around her shoulders, pulling her close as they watched.

“this part’s coming up… you know, the one with the ghost in the mirror,” matt whispered from his spot on the floor, grinning mischievously.

nick, who was seated next to him, snickered. “oh yeah, this part always gets chris.”

sof glanced at chris and noticed the way his shoulders tensed just slightly. “you good?” she asked softly, leaning into him.

chris gave her a quick smile, trying to play it off. “yeah, i’m fine. it’s just a movie.”

but sof could tell he was a little on edge, and that gave her an idea. she caught matt and nick exchanging a look and quickly realized that they were planning something. they had already talked about it earlier in the day when chris wasn’t around—how they could mess with him a little and use his fear of ghosts to their advantage. sof, always up for a little harmless fun, had agreed to be in on it.

as the movie reached its most suspenseful moment, with the music building and the tension thick in the air, sof gently rested her hand on chris’s leg. “you sure you’re not scared?” she teased, her voice soft but playful.

chris glanced at her, his smile widening a little. “i’m not scared,” he insisted, though his eyes were glued to the screen, clearly anticipating something. “just… staying alert.”

sof held back a laugh, knowing what was about to happen.

right as the ghost appeared on screen, matt let out a loud bang by knocking on the wall behind them. at the same time, nick flicked the lights off completely, plunging the room into darkness. chris jumped, his grip on sof tightening as he let out a startled yelp. “what the hell—” he started, his voice higher than usual.

sof bit her lip, trying not to laugh as chris looked around, confused and clearly spooked.

“did you see that?” matt whispered from the floor, his voice low and eerie. “i swear i saw something move in the hallway.”

nick played along perfectly, his eyes wide in fake panic. “dude, don’t joke about that! what if it’s real?”

chris’s eyes darted toward the dark hallway, and for a second, sof could see the uncertainty in his expression. he was usually the calm one, but in this moment, he looked genuinely freaked out.

sof couldn’t help herself—she leaned into him and whispered, “maybe it’s a ghost…”

“sof, don’t,” chris said quickly, his voice tight. “you know i hate that stuff.”

she grinned, resting her head on his shoulder. “i’m just teasing.”

just then, matt jumped up from the floor, letting out a loud, exaggerated scream as he pretended to see something behind the couch. “holy crap, what is that?!” he shouted, pointing toward the hallway.

chris nearly jumped off the couch, his heart racing as he looked over his shoulder, fully expecting to see something. “guys, stop messing with me,” he said, his voice a mix of nervous laughter and actual fear.

sof burst into laughter, unable to keep it together anymore. “okay, okay, we were messing with you!”

matt and nick collapsed into fits of laughter as well, high-fiving each other. “dude, your face was priceless!” nick gasped between laughs.

chris sat back on the couch, shaking his head, though there was a small smile on his face now. “you guys suck,” he muttered, his heart still racing from the scare.

sof, still laughing, leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “you know we’re just messing with you because we love you, right?”

chris looked down at her, his expression softening. “yeah, yeah, i know,” he said, though he still looked a little annoyed. “but i swear, you’re lucky you’re cute, because i was about to bolt out of here.”

sof giggled, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his cheek. “i’ll make it up to you later,” she whispered, her voice teasing but sincere.

chris sighed, his arm wrapping around her again as he relaxed a little. “you better,” he muttered, though there was a hint of a smile playing at his lips now.

“we’ll watch something less scary next time,” sof promised, still grinning as she nestled into his side.

matt and nick eventually calmed down, still chuckling to themselves as they started another, less intense movie. the rest of the night was more relaxed, with sof and chris cuddled up on the couch, his earlier nerves fading away.

as the credits rolled on the final movie of the night, the boys started gathering up blankets and snacks to head to their rooms. chris leaned over to sof, his voice low. “i’m still mad at you, you know.”

sof raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “really? still?”

“a little,” chris admitted, though he was clearly teasing now.

sof leaned in closer, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, “then maybe i’ll have to find a way to make it up to you tonight.”

chris’s eyes flickered with amusement and something else as he glanced down at her. “yeah, maybe you should.”

with a smile, sof kissed him softly on the lips, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. halloween might have been about spooky scares, but the night had ended on a much sweeter, more intimate note—one that left chris feeling more than happy to forgive her for the prank.

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An Animalistic Disaster

CH-26: A heavenly scandal

Masterlist

Summery :Where an expected past of Vaggie is revealed and king of hell despairs for absence of his daughter.

A.n: Holy shit guys I'm so so sorry I forgot about Vox in the last chapter:') writing about all these characters together is a pretty big challenge. I only noticed after you guys pointed it out. That's one of the reasons I don't want to add too many characters here, cause it's hard to write for all of em🥲

Also Luci won to be a love interest! You can check in wattpad, ao3 and Tumblr!

Vox rarely feels this ecstatic as he does now.

Staying with you and the others might have been the best choice he had ever made. Sure it annoyed and bothered him to no end trying to endure all these pesky nobody's ordering him around. He didn't care for them and neither did they. He was staying there cause he had no other place to go. But he was biding his time till he could show his middle finger to you all and go build up his place with the other members of the V's.

But oh boy does he feel giddy like a little child now. During the last whole episode, he made sure to stay far away from the group. Whenever he tried to get closer, he didn't miss the way others gave him nasty glares. So he did the next best thing and watched from a distance and concealed his presence as much as possible. He didn't have power here. He couldn't act out.

This episode was absolutely fucking amazing. Alastor? That..that guy's in a fucking leash?? Hahahaha ohh that's fucking hilarious!! While chaos was unfurling amongst others, he was hyperventilating in a corner. He might have gotten a little too excited at the news as he felt the insides of his pants stiffen. Ahh,he can't watch like this..

He excused himself to the bathroom to calm down while no one was looking. He washed the drool on his face that was falling without him knowing. When he looked at the mirror, he saw a crazed look expression. He laughed again. Ah, he could get used to this feeling....

He soon returned to the room just before you started the episode again. His gaze locked onto the fluffy brown ears on Alastor's head while grinning to himself. It seemed like Alastor knew what was going on as his ears twitched. Vox wondered for a moment how he felt right now..to have his ultimate secret revealed in front of all the others..ahh..he almost wished he had the TV face again just so he could record his expressions and watch it over and over again.

The rest of the episodes ended soon enough. He thought the king of the hell, Lucifer as a bore. Honestly, he expected better. But guess he shouldn't have raised his expectations seeing how his daughter turned out to be. Finally it was time for the next episode.

Charlie was freaking out trying to pack everything even though she was only going to heaven for a few hours.

' The thing with the...thing, um, fuck, gah, I'm such a bad liar. '

You briefly wondered for a moment why was it that Vaggie was so reluctant to go to heaven. A small thought passed in your head of all the theories you saw that said Vaggie might have been an ex-exterminator. You wondered if that was true.

' Val had me working 16 hours straight on a fucking whim. '

Holy 16 fucking hours?? God damn.. how's he still walking?

Suddenly a wall of the hotel exploded with glitters.

' What up you hoes! '

' Ho-holy shit, Cherri bomb? Long time no see, baby! '

" Fucking finally I'm in a scene! Haha, did ya see that (Y/n)? " Cherri turned to you pointing at the screen. You were equally as excited seeing her, if not more. You thought the show had forgotten her.

Cherri handed Charlie a live bomb laughing. Vaggie quickly took the bomb from a panicking Charlie and threw it outside.

' Come in, what you really need is a recharge. A reinvigoration, a re...'

' Responsible night on the town! '

Cherri was trying to get Angel to go out to have fun when Charlie butted in and introduced herself to Cherri. Charlie suddenly decided Cherri and Angel would be taking everyone out today to have fun. Cherri beside you looked at the screen with 'WTF' face. She never agreed to this shit.

' Wait I am only here for Ang...ooh! Never mind. Let's go! '

Cherri was about to deny but stopped when Charlie gave her a big bundle of cash. Cherri smirked beside you. " Now we're talking ~"

Charlie gave Cherri the duty to look after everyone and just...threw Vaggie..into the portal to heaven. Girl could have been more gentle, damn.

Pentious spit out his drink seeing Cherri suddenly. He was about to challenge Cherri to a battle but she told her she's just here to go out with them.

' What? What do I do? What do I wear? '

' Don't fucking touch me, you managed dickhead! '

Ohhh~ was that a blush you saw? Or was it cause of the pain. It was surely a blush right? Does our snakey boy here have a crush on his 'Arch-nemesis'? You smell a new ship incoming.

Charlie and Vaggie finally arrived at heaven. Charlie was excited as fuck and Vaggie not so much.

' Hiya! Welcome to heaven.'

Okay...who was this spoon looking dude again? Ah right, saint Peter. Why does he look like that!

' Saint Peter, we can take it from here '

Angel's true forms are rather scary. Yikes. Two angels named Sera and Emily landed in front of them. Emily seemed to excited and happy. Kinda reminded you of Charlie. While Sera was composed.

' Dearly beloved, it is my pleasure to say unto thee

Welcome to heaven, Oh-oh '

A new song! Cool! This should be fun.

' Cause here we got no worries, got no burglaries, no strife

It's the perfect afterlife

Welcome to heaven Oh-oh '

" Is that Molly??" You quickly shouted pausing the screen. Angel quickly whipped his head around. Molly..? His sister? Angel leaned to the screen quickly taking a good look.

" T-that's Molly right..tell me I'm not crazy.." Angel finally leaned back with a conflicted yet happy smile. " So she went to heaven, thank fuck." You smiled at him. He must be a really caring brother.

' The spirits leaven, oh~ '

" That guy just moaned " Husk commented nonchalantly making some of you lose your shits laughing. You were all thinking it even though none of you said it. Charlie blushed and spread her hands. " Guys, guys! Focus, it's just the song!"

" Yeah, he must be a real freak to moan in song like that ~" Vox replied with a smirk. Charlie huffed looking at him. You quickly resumed the episode again before a fight broke out.

' And everyone is hot! '

" Yeah, that guy's a freak alright "

" Angel!"

Emily started singing later. You were just glad you didn't have to hear that guys moa-singing again.

' After you see our realm

You'll never want to go back down '

Emily held Charlie's hand and Vaggie was not pleased. You looked at Vaggie who was making the exact same face. Vaggie had many curse words going in her mind now. You thought it was best to not bother her.

The song ended while Charlie, Vaggie and Emily passing Adam and Lute. Oh this couldn't be good...

' Better then waiting for the fucking extermination '

' Shhhh'

Okay, that was hot. Lute might be a dick, but that was hot. The way she pulled him down, you wouldn't be surprised if she pegged him. Though you felt like Adam was too hot headed for that. But who knows what goes inside the bedroom.

' No one but the exorcists can know about exterminations '

" Wait, fucking what?!"

Charlie almost exploded beside you. " No one in heaven knows about this?? They kill hundreds, thousands of us every fucking year and no one has a clue??" She stood up angrily. Even Husk, vox and others seems angry, confused and conflicted. " It seems heaven is playing a cruel joke on us my dear..." Alastor spoke with his brows furrowed.

" So none of the people above know how shitty the situation is hell? None but those monsters? This is just great" Angel rolled his eyes. " Heaven is just as fucked up as hell is... you're better of putting down this hotel Charlie....if this is the the heaven we're talking about..I don't think I wanna go there." Husk grumbled.

" Now now guys, calm down.... let's see this through first okay?" You held Charlie's hand and made her sit down again.

Sera and Adam talked later how he needed to keep things from getting worse. Charlie felt bit sad when Sera called her misguided, but guess she shouldn't have hoped for much.

Charlie was excited as fuck about heaven in the cartoon. The real Charlie...not so much. Charlie went out to go to a zoo with Emily but Vaggie stayed inside to rest. But then there was a knock. And it was Adam.

' Hey there Vag-asauras! '

Panic was rushing through Vaggie's mind beside Charlie right now. She bit her lips anxiously as she watched the scene unfold. This was going just was she feared. They going to reveal it aren't they? She wanted to run away, stop this from showing any how she could. But that would be too suspicious.

' Do you really think I wouldn't recognize one of my top girls just cause you're out of uniform? '

What....the fuck...

' You were on the front lines. I wouldn't forget a bad bitch like you. '

Time seemed slow down for the second time now. But now, it was for Vaggie instead of Alastor. Almost everyone of the hotel has a shocked or mortified expression including you. Vox whistled. Alastor has a large grin on his face. So this was the real Vaggie.

You knew it! All those theories were true! But....you just didn't expect them to reveal a large secret like this so soon. You thought it would come in season 2 or 3 like that.

Charlie whipped her head towards Vaggie, looking mortified. Vaggie put her hands up. " Charlie... listen I can explain..."

" Explain what Vaggie?? We've been together all this time and you've been hiding something like this from me?!"

You never saw Charlie this angry from the time you got to know her. By now, you knew fully well what you had to do. You wrapped your hands around Charlie. Charlie had a tear running down her face. Anger, shock, betrayal was evident in her eyes. How could she do this to me? Was I not trustworthy enough?

Angel and Husk had disappointed look on their faces. Even Niffty looked a bit sad. To think the person they entrusted their life to protect was one of the person that used to kill them. They didn't expect something like that.

You hugged Charlie close to you.

' Go, run. Now! '

"Vaggie.. you tried to save a little boy..? That's why you were cast down?" Charlie looked at her as Vaggie looked down shamefully. Reliving the memories of that day. And that giant X on her eye..the one that she lost was because of Lute.

Lute tore off her wings as well and Adam took her halo, leaving her to rot in hell. But Charlie found her right after.

' Their love is vile and blasphemous '

' Hot as fuck though '

Adam eww. Well you knew it was hot but listening it from him had a different meaning.

' But I wonder what your bitch would think if she found out you are actually one of us '

Vaggie groaned beside you resting her hand on her forehead. They were somehow able to calm the scenario somehow here in the real world, but she felt bad for how her cartoon self would deal with this situation. Knowing how things have been so far it will certainly be messy.

Charlie and Vaggie were in court then later. Charlie groaned seeing Adam in the court.

' Angel dust ! '

' Oh, yeah. The porn demon. '

Ayo? " Hold on, how does Adam know Angel dust??" You pointed out. Angel smirked beside you. " Damn, didn't know I was popular in heaven too heh"

Charlie asked Adam how can one go to heaven. Adam just made up random shit at the moment. Act selfless, don't steal, stick it to the man.

Charlie told them Angel was doing all three things and Adam just summoned some kinda orb to spy on him. Instantly almost everyone knew how much of a bad idea this could be. You were reminded of the pilot episodes interview where Angel embarrassed Charlie. God, you hoped it won't be like that.

It showed Angel and others in the party.

' I'll admit 'consent' is a good name for a sex club. '

You had to snicker at that. Yeah, it was a good name.

Niffty was still cleaning inside the club. Pentious reminded her it was not the hotel and she didn't have to clean.

' Ms. Bomb. I-i-i'd like to buy you a drink.'

' Why? Didn't you say we're arch-rivals? '

' Um...uh..because I'm buying everyone a drink! '

Poor snake. He was crushing so hard after Cherri that it was endearing. It seemed to click onto almost everyone head by then. Pentious looked away bashfully.

Cherri offered Angel some drugs to forget all his day. You bit your lips, hoping Angel would decline and not make Charlie embarrassed. Lucky for you, Husk seemed to come in clutch.

' I just....I just thought you were better then that. '

' Come on Angie, let's get fucked up! It's been too long. '

" Cherri, you're a bad influence..." Charlie looked at her pouting. " I told you in the show for a responsible night out and this!" She pointed at the screen. " Is not responsible!"

Charlie seemed to be still hot headed a bit from earlier circumstances. You patted her back and tried to comfort her. " It's hell, princess, get used to it. Besides we do this shit all the time."

" That's not-"

Vaggie tried to talk with her to calm her down but she just looked away and made you sat between them. Vaggie looked down almost hurt from the gesture. Seems like she still wasn't ready to talk with her. They both looked in pain. It was hurt to watch.

' Cherri I bought you a shot. B-because I bought everyone another shot! Hooray! '

" This loser's into that chick huh? You really think she's gonna give you a shot?" Vox cocky voice flowed from behind you guys. Pentious hid his face behind his hair blushing with embarrassment. " Oh come on, there's no way that snake bastard's into me! Are ya...?" She seemed a bit uncertain when her gaze fall over Pentious.

It was clear as water he was into her. But you didn't want to make things more awkward for the poor boy so you resumed the episode, making everyone pay attention there.

' The porn star chose a night of debauchery. '

Noooo, Angel! He agreed to take drugs and everyone saw! Why?? You got to see them again in the club. Angel took away Niffty's drink seeing she had too much. That was adorable of them .

Niffty kept running around causing trouble and Angel ran after her. Niffty went to the closet.

' Look she ain't used to this scene. I just don't want her to end up in the gutter like I used to. '

Awwww, Angel...that was so sweet..it was nice to see this side of him. But the Angel scolded her and she started crying. You squeezed Niffty on your lap.

' It's fine....ssshhh, hey, you wanna play with the kitty? '

" He doesn't mean me right?" Husk answer. " Cause I swear to fuck if he is-"

Husk was indeed the kitty. Niffty played with Husk as he submitted to his fate. " Aww, it's almost like you're her parents..." Charlie whispered. Angel and Husk immediately blushed at the thought.

' So, I was thinking, maybe you'd want to, uhm...do....a sex with me?'

You sequeled. You fucking squealed. " Let's go Pentious!" You were so proud of your boy right now. But soon quickly covered your mouth noticing everyone's eyes on you. " Oops..."

' Because I'm having sex with everyone here! '

Pentious nooo. What're you saying? He got dragged into a most probably orgy with a group of demons. You wiped a imaginary tear. At least you tried Pentious. At least you tried.

Apparently Valentino was inside the club as well. Just when they were about to walk away, they found Niffty gone and running towards Val. You already knew this was going to be bad...

' You're bringing me fresh meat?..oi!'

You wished Niffty actually tore his finger away.

' I said fuck off! I may have to put up with your bullshit but you ain't fucking with any of my friends. '

You felt like a proud mom. God this was so sweet. Ahhh...he cares so much for his friends! Charlie and you were on the same wavelength.

' Way to go kid '

Even Husk was proud of him. As soon as it ended you jumped up to hug him. Charlie and some others did too. Angel flashed a embarrassed smile. " Okay okay, let's start the show now."

' Ow! What the fuck!?'

'For my collection. Hehe'

" Hell ya Niffty! Way to go!" You squeezed her cheeks . He deserved that and many more. Seems like Niffty would be a good match for Valentino. Even he can't handle her. Alastor gave a thumbs up. He had about enough of that disgusting overlord as well. Pentious lost the chance to fuck Cherri by a few seconds.

' See! He did everything on your checklist! '

She was right, Sera

She showed us a soul can improve '

Ohh, another song! Cool ! And it seems like Emily was talking for Charlie. She was a nice character.

' It's not fair, Sera '

Charlie was getting angry now. Honestly it's deserved after the bullshit that was revealed just now. Vaggie tried to calm her down but she didn't want to listen. She kept arguing with Sera. You hoped after this, maybe all of heaven would finally see the hypocrisy they're going through.

' He blew his shit like the cocks in his mouth

This discussion is senseless and petty '

Motherfucker. What she did was hot but still. And you wanted to slap Adam for what he was doing. Most of the crew had a furious look on their faces now. Like they were present in that court themselves.

' Gotta say, I can't wait to....'

' Adam...'

Oh he was about to say it wasn't he?

' Come down and exterminate you! '

Yep, and there it is. You can't wait to see the chaos it would ensure.

' Wait! '

' Shit '

' What are you saying? Let me get this straight.

You go down there and kill those poor

souls? '

' You didn't know? '

" Fucking finally" Angel cheered. " Oh this is going to be good. Tell em Charlie!"

Emily had a heartbroken expression. She didn't want to believe they were this cruel. Poor Emily you thought.

' I wanted to save you the anguish it takes to

Do what was required '

The flaming fire in her eyes truly showed the for the evil that she was despite her kind gesture. Husk tsked beside you. You were happy Emily didn't take her bullshit and said she, an adult, didn't need protecting like a child. You were liking Emily more and more.

' Was talking of virtue just pretension?

Was I too naive to expect you

To heed the morals your purveying? '

' That's what the fuck I've been saying!'

Heaven's full hypocrisy and two faced nature was revealed. There's no way this wouldn't shake heaven after this right? Charlie and Emily were almost like counterparts of each other as they started singing together. They had so much in common.

' The rules are shades of gray

When you don't do as you say

When you make the wretched suffer

Just to kill them again '

Those lines hit hard. The lore continues. You were fully invested.

' Did you ever think your little girlfriend might be a liar? '

' Don't, Adam, please! '

' What's the fuss?

Why hide the fact that you're an Angel

Just like us '

Charlie looked down sadly at the scene already knowing it by now. And Vaggie looked guilty. Sera took the angel's side and said there was no evidence of souls getting redeemed even after all that they saw.

' Because we're coming to your hotel first'

So there's going to be a heaven Vs hell battle in this season? You thought that would be like an end battle of the show of something after everything was done. The show is moving a lot faster then you expected.

Sera scolded Adam for his misspoke and Adam apologised and flew away. So that man could apologise, hmph. You wanted to slap this guy's face so bad.

' Please if you start to question, you could end up like Lucifer. Fallen.'

So just for that they had to accept whatever that was thrown at them? The audacity.

The episode ended like that. It was a tension filled episode...every seemed to visibly relax when they realized there was nothing else to watch, nothing else to discover about others. Charlie stood up before any of you could say anything. " I need a few moments...(Y/n), would you please come with me?"

Your eyes darted back and forth from Vaggie to Charlie. Vaggie hugged herself close and patted your back. "Go" she whispered. You nodded looking at Charlie as you stood up as well. Before following Charlie outside, you placed a hand on Angel's shoulder. " Look after Husk alright? Make sure Alastor doesn't lay a hand on him." Angel nodded with a grim expression, understanding the current situation they were in.

Charlie stood in the balcony with wind blowing through her long blond hair. Her ears were pulled back to her hair. You closed the door behind you as you slowly walked closer. Soft bristling sounds of wind alongside the faint chirps of crickets filled the air. But along with it, there was another new sound, soft sniffing sounds from Charlie.

You stood beside her leaning on the railing and softly patted her back, not knowing what else to do. She suddenly engulfed you into a hug and buried her face in the crook of your neck, full on crying now. You were bewildered for a bit before you wrapped your arms around her as well and rubbed soothing circles.

" I.....*sniff* I just can't believe..that..that she'd lie to me like this....(Y/n)... We've been together for years!*sniff* " you stayed quiet and let her vent for now so she could get everything out. Just like how you used to treat Melody.

" I know, I know Charlie... you're hurt aren't you?" Charlie nodded a bit. She was indeed hurt. She couldn't fathom how Vaggie could keep something like this secret from her. Did she not trust her in all these times they were together? Even though she always shared and told everything to her. She tried to search in the back of her head. Has she ever done anything to make her feel like she couldn't trust her?

When Charlie's words died down, you took it as a que to start talking now. " Charlie, have you ever thought she might have been just..I don't know, scared? To tell you about this?" Charlie's breath got stuck in her throat as she squeezed you tighter.

" But why?" Her voice came out as a hushed whisper. " I would have accepted her for what she is if she only just told me sooner ..."

" Then won't you accept her as she is now?"

You cupped her face in your hands and wiped away her tears with your thumb. A gust of wind passed by making both of your hairs sway.

" What...?"

" Won't you accept her now? Isn't your hotel all about giving second chances?"

Charlie looked deeper into your eyes. You were right. She couldn't imagine how guilty Vaggie must have felt. She should believe in her more. After all, Vaggie believed in her. She stayed by her side no matter how much others laughed at her or her plans.

" Yes....hah...okay.. I'll do it. I'll talk to her again."

" Atta girl!" You flashed her a big smile and patted her head making her flush. God she was falling even more harder for you now. Her heart was beating like crazy. You looked beautiful, stunningly beautiful under the pale moonlight. It was almost like the whole world was gone except for you. She leaned towards you before she knew what was happening.

It took a few seconds for you to understand what just happened. You placed your hand over your cheek where Charlie kissed you. The warm tingling sensation ran to the very core of your heart as you stood there dumbfounded.

" This is a thank you for what you did for me. I'll go talk to her right now."

Charlie smiled and went inside the cabin before you could say anything. You just stood there clutching the fabric over where your heart would be and blushing like a tomato. ' C'mon! Get a grip girl! She's already taken!' you slapped you cheeks to calm yourself and took a long breath as you went inside.

[ Meanwhile in hell ]

" WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T FIND HER!?!"

Lucifer's angry voice boomed throughout the room. The sinners and hellborn before him cowered in fear. He was in his devil form. The fire above his head burning brightly. Razzle and dazzle hugged themselves together whimpering a bit.

Lucifer's ears picked up the squeak as his eyes darted towards the two plush like dragons dangerously. " And you two..." In a flash, he was standing in front of them. " I thought your job was to protect my little girl?!"

They both cowered in fear. The once kind Luci had to actively stop himself from striking them. He sucked in a breath and looked at the lot before him.

" You guys are useless! Tell me about where she was last seen and about any unnatural activities that were seen this last month. I'll go find her myself."

" Yes your majesty "

Lucifer straightened his coat while taking deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.

" Charlie Morningstar was last seen working on her new project, the 'Hazbin' formerly known as the 'Happy' hotel. She participated in a ' Redemption ' project in this so called Hazbin hotel.

The man before him turned a page.

" After participating in an interview with Katie, she left for her hotel. We've thoroughly interrogated her and Tom. However there were no leads."

With each words spoken, Lucifer only grumbled. The fear of losing his only daughter took root deep in his heart.

" Hazbin hotel was the last known place to see Charlie go into. As for unusual activities, my men have gathered this information."

The demon pushed a button on a remote as a screen appeared out of nowhere and showed pictures of the V's.

" These three overlord, known as the V's has been reported missing a few days after Charlie was last seen. In addition, there was apparently an old overlord named Alastor who has supposedly been missing for seven years, making an appearance just before the princess was gone. "

The demon pushed another button as it showed pictures of Alastor.

" The hotel seems to have been attacked from one side via something like a cannon or similar. We have tried to get inside but there seems to be some kinda forcefield around the area. We have not been able to get inside to investigate. This concludes my report."

The demon bowed before him as he stood up. Lucifer finally sat up from his throne and unfurled his wings. The demons and sinners watched in awe as he flew out of the palace and teleported straight to the hotel.

He could sense some kind of foreign magic at play as he touched the forcefield. However he was able to get inside the hotel without any resistance, almost like it wanted him inside. Pushing other thoughts away, he started to look around. His daughter came first.

The sharp clicking sounds of his boot echoed throughout the empty hallway before it stopped in front of the library. He could sense in all his being that the reason behind what's going on lay inside the room.

Slowly he inched closer to the room, step by step and stood in front of the glowing yellow book. " It was you... wasn't it... you're the one who took my daughter away.." He got down on one knee and took a closer look. It didn't seem like a hellish book, nor an angelic one..it seemed out of this place, out of this world almost.

He knew what he had to do. With shaky but determined hands, he reached out and went to flip it before he felt the book pulling him inside.

" No...no..wait..fuck...!"

He unleashed all his might to close the book, to overpower its might and pull it with him. He succeeded...in a way.

He felt like he was falling for a long time. It almost felt like the time he fell from heaven. But the book was right beside him, falling alongside. Stretching his hands, he tried to grab the book and flip through its contains using a little magic that seemed to weaken by the second. In what small amount of what he could read..his eyes widened, he started to whisper slowly.

" To reverse your fate, what you need to do is...."

After that, everything went black.

It was an off day for Charlie and Alastor today. Adrian apparently had some business he had to take care of so he called your phone beforehand. Vaggie still had to go to her work and Pentious and Vox left to get new spare parts and junks today and also sell the things he has repaired. You sent Cherri to look after them and also hopefully to strengthen the bond between the snake and her. You would play the matchmaker between them if that's the last thing you do! Your snakey boy deserved a bit of happiness and love in his life.

Last night was a whirlwind of different emotions and experiences. After Vaggie and Charlie talked and made up, they seemed happier than ever. For some reason they also stayed close to you and snuggled up the whole night. They both told you how grateful they were for your talks. You could only blush and nod as you held the girls closer awkwardly. Unbeknownst to you, they were chuckling looking at each other and grinning the whole time. They knew they had found the right partner for them.

Others were seething in jealousy but stopped once they saw how relieved you were that they made up, they didn't want to make your mood sour again so they stayed away. Alastor's mood was especially the worst. He snapped easily at any and everyone and always stayed as far away from people as he could be. His fluffy deer ears seemed to be always up on alert. When Vox started to joke about him being on a leash, he jumped up on the guy and started choking him on the spot. It took you and a few others to resolve the situation.

So needless to say, it has been a tense enough morning. Currently it was afternoon and you were chatting with Niffty and Husk outside. Suddenly Niffty and Husk's ears pointed upwards as both looked at the sky. Niffty was the first to point it out.

" Look! Something's falling from the sky!"

You quickly followed her finger. Something indeed was falling and it seemed like it was some kinda bird. Without thinking you started sprinting while keeping your gaze up towards it. Oh no, you realized suddenly, you were too far away from where it's going to fall.

With one last push you leapt, catching the bird a few moments before it's fall and smashed your face against the ground while holding the bird up in your hands. Husk and Niffty quickly ran behind you. " Holy shit, kid, that was fucking reckless! Are you okay?"

Niffty helped you sit up as you coughed out some grass and dirt from your mouth. You brought your hand closer to see just what you caught. Just then something fell on Husk's head. " What the fuck-". That thing bounced on his head and fell on his hand as he opened it. It was a cane, a tiny cane with an apple on top of it. You looked at him just in time for a small hat to fly down and set on top of Niffty's head gently. Niffty looked up at it in surprise and brought it down.

" Hold up. Those two looks really familiar... wasn't those Lucifer's?" You whispered yelled. " That means...."

You slowly opened your palms. In there laid an unconscious cockatiel. Its whole body was fully white except the two red circles on its cheeks and small tufts of blond feathers atop his head, mimicking the hairdo of the king of hell. It's eyelids were velveetty coloured.

There was no doubt about it. This cockatail was Lucifer. The one that lay unconscious in your hands was the king of hell.

A.n: good golly it's finally finished. It takes a lot of time to write the episode reaction chapters cause I have to sit there pausing the episodes over and over, thinking what would this Character think? What would this Character do :') so I apologize for how late chapters are coming out.

I know many of y'all had many different variations of what Lucifer could be, what would suit him. I felt like a cockatail matches his appearance perfectly. Just look at them! Here's an edit I found

But fret not my dear readers,for anyone who thought other forms might suit him as well, be patient for the next chapter (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

I told you guys that Vaggie and Lucifer would have something in common. This something in common was their ability to fly. Cause I want all the angels to share something in common amongst them. So that's your hint for what Adam and Lute will be as well (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Till next time! Stay tuned ~

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justagalwhowrites · 1 year ago

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au Joel eating Doc out as she vents about her day at the hospital watching her slowly forget about it

👁️🫦👁️

OMG Hi Bestie!

This ask was DELICIOUS OMFG and soooo Joel coded. Just so so so so so Lavender AU!Joel coded. I love him so much and I just know he's done exactly this for Doc so many times over the years. Girl works a stressful job, she needs some release, after all.

Anyway, I hope this fits what you're looking for! Thank you so much for reading and for asking for this! Love you!!

Long Day

Joel takes care of you after a hard day at the hospital. A one shot set in the universe of the Lavender No-Outbreak AU.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Lavender AU Female Reader

Warnings: SMUTTTTTT. Oral sex (F receiving), unprotected P in V sex. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only.

Length: 2.9k

Remind me again why I wanted to be chief of pediatric surgery?

Joel wasn’t surprised to get your text when he took a minute to check his phone while on a job site. You’d been up late the night before, preparing for a presentation to the hospital board to get more funding for your department. Some kind of new equipment that you desperately wanted and gushed about at every opportunity that Joel could not understand at fuck all. The curse of falling for a woman so much smarter than him, he supposed.

Because you’re nothing if not a high achiever, he texted back. What’s going on, Baby?

I hate the bureaucracy of this, you replied. One of my favorite kids came in today, her mom is beside herself, and am I with them? No, I’m walking some asshole through the surgical wing of the peds floor.

“Hey Miller!” One of the site managers called to him. “Got a question for you!”

“One sec!” Joel yelled back before he texted you back again.

Think you can make it home at a reasonable time or are they going to chain you to the desk?

Only thing that would keep me here is the inside of an OR, you wrote back. They’d better deal.

Joel smiled a little at that. Back in your residency years, he’d have resigned himself to not seeing you on days like today. He’d take care of Evie and worry that you weren’t eating enough or pushing yourself too hard or crying in the car from stress before coming inside so you didn’t freak out him or your daughter.

He’d caught you doing that once, the car parked on the street as he walked back from loaning a tool to a neighbor down the road. He was so excited to see you that it took him a moment to realize you were crying, your forehead against the steering wheel, your whole body shaking with it.

He opened the door, making you jump and start trying to dry your your eyes before he could notice.

“Hey now,” he said gently, leaning into the car with his arm propped over the door. “What’s goin’ on, Baby?”

“Nothing,” you sniffed. “Just a really really awful day, I’ll be fine, it’s fine, I’m just not used to it yet…”

Joel frowned.

“Used to what?”

“All of it,” your voice was shaky. “Just all the stress and the exhaustion and I keep getting more attached to patients than I should. I had a kid today who was in a car accident and he looked fine so I was joking with him when doing the initial exam trying to keep him calm and the next thing I know he’s crashing and we couldn’t get him back and it just really fucking sucks sometimes, Joel. I don’t know if I’m strong enough to do this…”

“Hey,” he gently reached out and cupped your face, his thumb tracing your cheekbone. “You’re the strongest person I know. You can do this. I’m sure of it, never been more sure of anything in my life. Except maybe loving you but that’s an extremely high bar.”

You laughed a wet little laugh and sighed.

“Do you still want to do this?” He asked, frowning slightly. “Because you don’t have to, Baby. Don’t care that you went to med school, you don’t have to be a doctor if it doesn’t make you happy.”

“No, I want it,” you nodded once, more to yourself than anything else. “If I’m strong enough, I want it.”

He took you inside and sent you to go shower, picking up your scrubs off the bathroom floor and putting them in the washer. He set out your favorite swimsuit and made you a frozen margarita before moving the boom box to by the pool and putting on your favorite Beatles album. He grabbed the book from your bedside table and set it next to the margarita just as you came outside, already looking more like yourself.

“Oh Babe, you didn’t have to do all this,” your hand went to your heart and, for a second, Joel was afraid you’d start crying again.

“I know,” he said. “But I wanna take care of my girl. Feeling anything for dinner? I can order Chinese or pizza or make you something?”

“Can I get Mongolian Beef?” You asked, taking a sip of the margarita. “With an obscene amount of egg rolls?”

Joel smiled a little.

“Of course Baby,” he said.

Joel took care of Evie so you had space to relax but you pulled her onto your lap and held her close while you ate, your nose buried in her hair while she told you everything about her day.

When he took you to bed, he had every intention of keeping his hands to himself. But you had a different idea. You kissed his shoulder, his neck, over his jaw.

“Baby,” he groaned. “Don’t push yourself…”

“I’m not,” you whispered, your breath warm against his skin. “Want you, want to feel you…”

He kissed you, gently at first, but your fingers knotted in his hair, pulling his mouth tightly to your own. Your hips ground against his, your breasts flush against his chest. He clutched onto you and moaned into your lips.

“Make me forget it all,” you said softly. “Please, Joel. Just for a bit.”

He moved you below him and took you slowly but firmly, like he was fucking every ounce of love he had for you, for the family you’d made together, into you until that was all that was left. There were no insane hours, no one you couldn’t save, no life or death stress. There was just you and him and how much he loved you.

The next day, he called in sick and kept Evie home from school. The three of you snuggled in bed until you needed to go to the hospital that evening.

“Thank you,” you said as you kissed him next to your car, the same place he’d found you crying the day before. “I couldn’t do this without you.”

“I’m so proud of you Baby,” he held your face in his hands. “My girl the doctor.”

After that, Joel always knew exactly what you needed after a rough day at the hospital.

He texted Ellie to see if she could go to a friend’s place for a while after school - something she was thrilled about - and he stopped by your favorite BBQ place on the way home to pick up all your usuals. He opened a bottle of your favorite French wine and had a plate ready and waiting for you when you walked in the door.

“Joel,” you smiled, coming over and dropping your forehead to his chest. He smiled a little and wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. “Have I told you lately that I love you?”

“Yes,” he said. He felt you laugh against him. “But don’t mind hearin’ it again.”

You vented a little over dinner and the two of you polished off one bottle of wine before you moved to the living room. Joel opened a second and put on your favorite movie and held you on the couch, his hand tracing the contours of your body as he held you close.

“Ugh, you guys are gross,” Ellie said when you didn’t bother to separate from him at all when she came in the front door.

“Love you too, Gremlin!” You called after her as she went to her room. Joel laughed.

“Why do we keep endin’ up with teenaged girls?” He asked. “That’s the hardest age but I swear we’ve had a teenaged girl in this house for 20 fuckin’ years.”

“Gluttons for punishment,” you said, a smile on your voice.

“Doin’ any better?” He asked, fingers trailing through your hair against your scalp.

You sighed.

“A bit but…” your voice trailed off. “I’m so sick of this part of my damn job. There’s only so much board member ass I can kiss before I want to throw up. I got into this to take care of kids not deal with bureaucrats, you know?”

“You are helping kids by dealing with the bureaucrats,” Joel kissed your temple and gave you a squeeze as the credits to the movie ended. “C’mon baby, let me take you to bed.”

He got up and, before you had a chance to follow, he scooped you up off the couch. You let out a little shriek, your arms flinging around his neck and he laughed a little as he carried you to bed.

“Isn’t your back getting too old for that?” You teased as he set you gently on the bed.

“More worried about my knees,” he smiled a little. “Good thing I’m married to a doctor. Damn good one at that.”

“Not so sure about that last part these days,” you sighed and he leaned over and kissed you, gently, your face delicately in his large hand. His fingers tangled in your hair and he lay you back in the middle of the bed until you were stretched out below him. He pulled his mouth ever so slightly from yours, making you whimper.

“What were you sayin’ Baby?” He asked, his nose brushing your own.

“Uh,” you closed your eyes for a second. “I… I’m not sure…”

He kissed you softly for a moment before pulling away again.

“Good.”

He kissed down your body, unbuttoning your shirt as he went, until he got to your pants. He recognized them, you called them your ass kicking pants. You wore them when you wanted the extra confidence, wanted to feel like you could take control of anything. Joel just loved the way they made your ass and thighs look. He took a moment to appreciate the view, pressing a kiss just above the waist of your pants, his eyes running up your body until they met yours.

“Tell me everything botherin’ that pretty head of yours,” he said before kissing your stomach again. Your fingers twisted in the duvet. “C’mon baby. I want to hear you.”

“I had to show around Anders, that one board member who really sucks,” you said, voice a little breathy. Joel opened your pants and hooked his fingers around the waistband of them and your panties. You whimpered.

“Why’s he suck again?” Joel asked, sitting up enough to start pulling your pants down. You raised your hips off the bed to help and he pulled the clothes over your hips.

“You know why,” you were fully panting now.

Joel did know why. That wasn’t the point.

“Remind me.”

He pulled your pants off completely and climbed between your legs, settling between your thighs. He pressed a kiss to your mound and you moaned at his touch.

“He’s all about profit,” you said, voice tense and needy. “He loves plastics because it’s a money driver, always wants them to get the newest technology, everyone else always gets the…”

You cut off with a quiet gasp as Joel pressed his tongue to your clit, licking the sensitive nub firmly. He smiled a little and kissed you there, sucking you into his mouth for a moment before licking up your seam back to your clit.

“Fuck, Joel…” you were panting below him now. His hands went to your thighs, holding them to his head.

“What else, Baby?” He asked, kissing your clit again. “Tell me every little thing making that beautiful brain of yours work overtime.”

“There’s… Um…” your head dropped back onto the bed. “There’s that clinical trial that’s starting in a few weeks…”

He slipped his tongue between your folds, the tip of him slipping into your tight hole, making you moan and your back start to arch. He pressed deeper.

“I lost… I lost a day of work on it today and…”

His nose brushed your clit and you turned your head to bury your mouth in the mattress as you fought to not cry out in pleasure. His tongue opened your tight little hole for him, stretching and reaching deep, parting your walls. You panted and your channel coated Joel’s tongue in more slick, the flavor of your passion smooth and musky and slightly sweet. You rocked your hips against him and he smiled against your mound, his tongue stretched so the tip of it brushed the soft place inside of you that he loved.

“Keep goin’, Baby,” he said, pulling his mouth from you when you’d been speechless a little too long. “Tell me all of it.”

You took a moment, gasping and panting for breath.

“I didn’t get to spend time with Kaylee and her mom, Cara, today,” you managed. “Cara gets worried and I know she trusts me…”

Your voice broke as Joel thrust his tongue and a finger inside your tight hole, pressing deep into you and finding the places that he knew made you fall apart below him. He ate at you, his nose buried in your seam, brushing up against your swollen clit, tongue working you, finger stretching you. You let out a strangled little cry as your channel grew tight around him and he moaned against your pussy, starting to rut his hips down against the mattress. But he didn’t want to distract you, this was about you forgetting, not about him. You ground your hips against his face, unable to stop yourself anymore.

He licked into you, nose working your clit, finger hooking into your inner wall until you came over him, Joel lapping up your wetness as it spilled onto his tongue and his lips.

“Joel!” You gasped, your whole body arched for a moment as you throbbed around him and then collapsed back onto the bed, the aftershocks of your orgasm still pulsing against his tongue.

He waited until your body was loose on the bed before he pulled his tongue and finger from you. He wiped his mouth on his arm and crawled up your body to where you lay, panting and pliant below him.

“What else is botherin’ my girl? He asked softly, his fingers in your hair.

“I… um…” you were breathless. “I don’t remember.”

“Good,” he said softly, leaning in slowly to kiss you gently.

He stripped off his clothes and put one of his hands against your pussy, tracing your dripping seam, while he worked his cock for a moment. He kissed you, took your hand and lined his thick cock up with your entrance and pressed into you slowly, until he was deep inside you.

“Joel,” you breathed, your eyes searching his.

“Baby,” he nuzzled your cheek, savoring the feeling of you below him and around him, how tight you were, how warm, how soft. “What do you need?”

“Just you,” you said softly.

He kissed you again and started to move inside you, slow but firm. He thrust deep inside you until the tip of him was pressing against the place inside you that made you start to tighten around him before pulling back slowly. His head caught on every ridge of muscle inside you and he savored that feeling, this part of you that felt like it belonged to him. When just his head was left in your tight, grasping sex, he thrust back in you hard, hard enough to force the air from your lungs.

“Fuck, Joel,” your hips pressed up into him as you started to tighten around him. “Joel, please…”

“Anything else on your mind, Baby?” He panted. You whimpered and shook your head quickly. “I want to be the only thing in this pretty head, want to be the only thing inside of any part of you.”

You arched into him, your fingers digging into the flesh of his back as your pussy got even tighter around him.

“That’s it Baby,” he managed, his own orgasm getting closer. “C’mon, come all over me. Come all over this cock, I’m so close Baby, want you to milk me dry, c’mon Baby…”

You buried your face in his shoulder and thrust your hips up against his as you came around him, your channel throbbing fiercely over him. He only lasted two more thrusts before he pressed himself deep and came in you, filling you with rope after rope of his spend.

Your orgasm outlasted his own, your body pulling every last drop of come from his own and he collapsed as you went limp below him. Joel rolled onto his back and pulled you with him, so you were loosely draped over his body, his cock still deep inside you. He ran his hands slowly over your back as the two of you came down from your shared high. After a moment, you pressed a kiss to his chest and he felt you smile against his skin.

“What?” He asked.

“Definitely doing better now,” you said, teasing a little. He smiled.

“Good,” he kissed the top of your head. “Gotta do whatever I can to take care of my girl the doctor.”

You laughed a little.

“You take such good care of me,” your fingers traced little paths over his chest. “Think I can do anything as long as I’ve got you, Joel.”

He smiled and rested a hand on the small of your back.

“I think so, too.”

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shegatsby · 2 years ago

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Hi! I dont really now how requests work so I’m so sorry for any mistakes!! I was wondering if u could do a Hannibal x fem(or gn) reader where she gets kidnapped and he finds out and saves her(but she’s injured). Heavy angst to pure fluff!!

PS: I couldn’t find if ur requests r closed or open so if they are closed rn I’m so sorry!!!🌷🌷🌷🌷

A/N; Hi! Thank you for this request i hope you'll like it. Sorry for any typos. Enjoy! Let me know what you think :)

Warnings; Kidnapped reader, injuries etc.

(gif isn't mine)

When she woke up from her nightmare her head was hurting her like a bitch.. only her nightmare was real. She was trapped in a basement, the last thing she remembered was that someone broke into her house and hit hear head, she was cooking dinner when the attacker came, her plan was to have Hannibal over for dinner, to thank him for helping her etc. She wanted to impress him so bad.. but now she was in a dark basement and her hands and feet were tied. She had to take deep breaths to calm herself in order to make logical desicions. The door of the basement was opened and soon her attacker hit the light, it was yellow and hurt her eyes, ''Rise and shine sweetheart.'' a man's voice was heard, ''Why am I here?'' she asked trying her best to not freak put, the man had a mask and he was wearing an expensive suit, he came close to her, holding a knife, obviously trying to scare her, ''You're just a pawn in my game little dove. It's your boyfriend I want.''

''Boyfriend? I don't have one, sorry.'' she rolled her eyes, what was he talking about?!

''Aww you haven't realized? Doctor Lecter is quite smitten by you. Even a blind person could see that.''

Well, she wasn't sure but she had been feeling a strange pull towards him, recently they've been seeing each other, bumping into each other, it was as if Hannibal was just standing where ever she goes... or was it not a coincidence?

When Doctor Hannibal Lecter walked into her apartment the door was wide open, only sound he could hear was the stove cooking something, he silently walked in, didn't close the door just in case if he had to run. Turns out, there was no one except the broken plates, he turned off the stove with his gloved hands and picked up the small piece of paper on the kitchen table.

''Come find us Doctor Lecter...''

This must be about the latest case Hannibal has been helping the FBI with, a murderer was loose, killing young women and dropping them in the forest, his heart skipped an awful beat when he thought of the possibility that his Y/N is being killed... if he alarmed the FBI Y/N most likely would be dead in a couple hours so he had to be alone on this case.

He quickly drove to the place where he had suspicions of, there was an abandoned house close to one of the victim's body, of course the FBI searched but couldn't find anything but Hannibal had to try and find her.

Meanwhile Y/N was on the ground, her right side hurt, ''If you let me go I won't tell anyone... please..'' she had to give..

The tall man with the mask laughed, punched her lower stomach, she coughed up blood. ''Shut up before I cut your face.''

She didn't dare to say anything else.

After a while the masked man went upstairs and she heard some noises, like two people fighting and then a gun shot... she almost jumped from the ground and started to pray to any god that's out there. Her back was turned to the door this time so she couldn't see anyone, but familiar footsteps approached to her.

She looked up to see Hannibal with few bruises on her beautiful face, he left a relieved sigh, ''I was so worried Y/N...'' he knelt to free her hands and feet, they felt numb. Hannibal started to rub her hands quickly, ''Hannibal,'' he wasn't hearing her, ''Hannibal,'' she stopped her, looked with her dove eyes, ''I'm fine.''

''No,'' he lifted her chin to take a good look at her face, ''I should've tortured that man thing before killing her. How dare he?!'' he was actually talking to himself than talking to her but she didn't mind, she was happy that he came to rescue her... for once in her life she had someone who would choose her.

Hannibal lifted her and carried her outside, ''You'll be living with me from now on. Understood?'' he asked with a dominant tone, ''Yes Doctor.'' she said sarcastically and it made them both laugh.

She had a new home and someone to spend her life with.

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calumfmu · 7 months ago

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steve finding out reader is expecting twins and being utterly panicked, like he needs to go see robin and eddie to talk him down because he is freaking out

Ahhhhhh I love this!!! (you know the TikTok sound 'oh my goodness I love this questiionnnnn, I think-' yeah thats me right now). 857 words cw: swearing, loser!Steve trying to get his groove back,

An ice pack was pressed to his head, Robin's chipped nail polish covered fingers holding it in place. She was mumbling something, freaking out as she stumbled over her panic, 'maybe we should call 911'.

Eddie was laughing, cold beer in one hand as he took in the sight before him. Robin taking deep breaths to calm herself down, interchangeably pressing the ice to herself and Steve, while he groaned every time it was taken away from him. A dark bruise was forming on his forehead from where he passed out in your living room.

"Isn't this the shit you've always been talking about?" Eddie asked, taking a swig of his drink.

Steve closed his eyes, a deep breath leaving him. Robin yelped, shaking his shoulder.

"Stay awake, Steve!" She hurried, squatting in front of him. Steve peeked open an eye, rolling it at her.

"I'm fine, Robin," he said, wincing at the pressure he was feeling. "Yes and no, yes because I love her and I want a soccer team-"

"Damn army at that."

"Eddie. Please," He continued, taking the pack from Robin's fingers. "I'm just going to be fucking terrible at it."

"Steve, those damn kids love you," she supplied, taking his wrist in her hand, presumably to check his vitals. "You run your own babysitting service practically, and you're amazing at it, hey, you might get your ass kicked every now and then, but they're all alive."

"Not helping," he winced, snatching his wrist from her. Eddie leaned forward in his chair, handing a lit cigarette towards the younger man. Steve would normally complain about him smoking indoors, but for right now, it was everything he needed.

"She's right, Steve," he said, watching as Steve took a long drag, shoulders relaxing at the hit. "Those kids will swear up and down that you're the best god damn thing to happen to them, whether you like it or not. You're made for this."

Steve shook his head, coughing as the hit went down the wrong pipe. "No, no, no. Man, I couldn't even get into college, and here I am, working at a movie store, with twins! Twins! Two babies! On their way!"

Eddie laughed at his urgency, reclining as he looked up at the ceiling of the Harrington home. He took a look around, humming as he found it spacious.

"I think a crib will fit perfectly right there," he pointed towards a corner, closing one eye as he envisioned it. Steve whined, sinking into the couch even further.

"My dad's going to kill me," he muttered, putting the palms of his hands over his eyes. He was never a religious man, but in this moment, he felt God in his presence. "Fuck, what if I'm like my dad? I'm going to be so shit at this, she's gonna leave me. Oh my God, I'm going to be a single dad."

"Steve!" Robin grabbed his shoulders, shaking them as he lolled his head to look at her. "Snap out of it, okay?"

Steve nodded, his bottom lip jutting out as he moped. His eyes were wide, watering slightly as he envisioned the next few months, no years, decades of his life changing.

"You're going to be the best god damn dad out there, alright? You may be a Harrington, but you're not gonna be like him," Robin held eye contact, sincere as she pressed a hand to his chest. "She loves you. You love her. The two of you are like a match made in heaven."

Eddie hummed in agreement, turning so his feet hung off the side of the lounge chair. "Or hell, if you want to look at it like that."

Robin cut him a look, gaze firm.

"Okay fine, you're made for each other, alright? There couldn't be a better duo than the two of you, and you'd need to be completely senseless to not see that," he reached out, fingers spread as he expected the cigarette back. "Trust me when I say, I think you're going to be perfect at this. You may think it's the wrong timing, but I mean, it happened for a reason."

Steve nodded, looking in between the two of them. He began to feel hopeful, figuring his two friends wouldn't lead him astray when it came to this.

"What if I am bad at it though? Even if I try?" His voice was small, fear etched into it. Robin placed a hand on his knee, squeezing lightly.

"No one's good at it, especially for the first time. What matters is trying and just being there," she said, patting at him. "Now get the hell up. Give her a call, apologize for being terrible and leaving her at her house, and make it work, Harrington."

Steve looked towards Eddie, who smiled and nodded as he agreed. Slowly standing up, he felt less shaky in his movements, redeveloping the muscle he felt he had lost earlier.

Eddie gave a toothy grin as Steve crossed the room, giddy in his steps as he made his way towards the house phone. "Just wrap it up next time, Harrington."

"Eddie!"

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brbsoulnomming · 1 year ago

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Tell Me Sweet Little Lies Part 16

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Eddie wakes up screaming.

He doesn't even remember the nightmare he must have had, just the overwhelming feeling of terror mixed all in with aching grief. He closes his eyes and he can taste lake water, hear the echo of Patrick McKinney's screams and the crunch of breaking bones like they're right there in the room with him. He opens his eyes and he sees Chrissy smiling at him, sitting at that picnic table looking so scared that he couldn't do anything other than try to make her laugh, try to make her feel a little less alone. He told her that he'd help her and then he left her, and she died just as scared and alone as she thought she'd been when she came to him for help, all by herself in a stranger's living room, with only a boy who'd rather run and hide than stay by her side.

Part of him is aware that his breath is coming in huge, hiccuping sobs, can feel the pain from the way it aggravates his injuries, knows he must be crying because his pillows are wet, but he can't break himself out of it, can't - he breathes, deep and gasping, picks up the smell of Steve's shampoo. Remembers how Steve had helped him breathe last night and tries to replicate it in his head.

It doesn't work nearly as well.

Steve finds him like that, huddled in bed and folded in on himself as much as he can manage, head between his knees as he trembles and pants. At least he isn't fucking crying anymore, but he still hadn't heard any sign that Steve'd gotten back, and when he finally does manage to look up at him, the concern in Steve's eyes tells him he'd probably said his name more than once.

Eddie doesn't mean to, but he flinches when Steve reaches out, and then he has to bite off a noise of protest when Steve steps back.

Steve stays frozen where he is, his expression unreadable. "What is it?"

Eddie laughs at him. It comes out sharp and hysterical and fuck, he knows it's only because it's either laugh or break into sobs again. Jesus Christ, what isn't it? There's a creeping, poisonous feeling roiling low in his gut that he can't quite name, that he's too afraid to look closely at, like fucking everything he does these days, apparently.

"Did something new happen?" Steve asks, apparently changing tactics.

It works well enough for Eddie to shake his head, though that doesn't make him feel any better.

"Okay," Steve says, letting out a rush of air, and Eddie only realizes that Steve'd been holding so much tension when he watches most of it drain out of him.

Then Steve sits on the edge of the bed, seemingly more steady now that he knows some new kind of horror hadn't gotten to Eddie while he was gone - that Eddie's only freaking out again over the old horrors, the ones that are yesterday's news now that they're a few days old, and fuck, how does he live like this?

How is Steve so calm? How has he been so calm, how did he watch someone get lifted up into the air and almost die, how did he get nearly drowned and bitten to hell and march barefoot through hell and go back into hell and drag Eddie out of it and stay so fucking calm and collected and confident? The whole damn time, Eddie never once saw him break, not even when Eddie had a broken bottle against his neck and was questioning his own sanity enough that he might have actually used it, not even when it was all over and they were in the hospital.

Shit, Eddie knows what's flooding through his veins. Steve's steady hands and soothing voice might have been a comfort every time before, but now it just makes him furious - makes him wonder what the fuck is wrong with Eddie that he's reacting like this when Steve fucking Harrington has been as strong and sure as any hero Eddie's ever read about.

"How can you just be like this?" Eddie asks, and he can hear the despair in his own voice.

He guesses Steve can, too, because he opens his mouth, and Eddie snaps.

"Don't," he says. "Shut up, okay, just don't, don't say anything, don't answer me when I'm not done."

Steve's jaw shuts with a click, and Eddie almost wants to look away from him, but fuck he's all fired up now, and he feels like if he doesn't get this out he's going to explode.

"I knew who I was before this," Eddie says angrily. "I'm the freak, okay, I'm loud and obnoxious and I'm scary and I could always back it up if someone tried to mess with me or my flock. Then this happens, this shit that should be right up my alley, and I fucking run! And don't tell me how you ran too, all right, because you ran for about fifteen seconds before you turned right back around to save your girl and the guy who punched you in the face, and I ran and hid for days like a rat. And I ran again and again, and the one time I didn't run I almost died, and now I realize that all those other times I thought I had it in me to do what it takes were a giant, steaming pile of crap. How do you just - how am I supposed to come back from that, man? How am I supposed to just keep going on?"

There's a long, long silence, and then Steve raises a pointed eyebrow at him.

"I'm done," Eddie says belatedly. "Yeah, I'm done, I'd like an answer to that."

God, he'd like a fucking answer to that.

"You aren't," Steve says quietly. "You aren't supposed to come back from that. I don't think any of us really have, not the same as we were before."

"Fuck," Eddie swears, mostly just to swear, because he knows Steve is right. It makes him deflate, the anger draining out of him and leaving a bone deep exhaustion. Still, he asks, "Can I get a different answer?"

Steve quirks a little smile. "All right, I got a couple of them. First - it was way longer than fifteen seconds. I'm pretty sure I stood there surrounded by Christmas lights shouting this is crazy for at least a solid thirty, and that was before the physical running."

Despite himself, Eddie barks out a little laugh, wincing as it pulls at his stitches. "Fuck you, dude, don't make me laugh."

The look he gets is entirely unapologetic. "Second - you're right. We can't really compare yours to mine. Eddie - my first brush with this was a demogorgon crawling out of the walls of the Byers house. Yeah, it was terrifying, and it haunted my dreams for a little bit, but it was still just one monster that I could whale on with my bat. You got hit with clock obsessed evil wizard who kills people with his mind right off the bat. That's like taking an all star little leaguer and dropping him right into the World Series, man, and you still held your own."

Eddie groans. "Again, with the sports metaphors?"

"Yup," Steve replies, shooting him another look. "Isn't it annoying when someone gives what's probably a really apt metaphor for the situation that people who aren't up to date on a specific terminology can barely understand?"

Eddie's brows narrow, but mostly to hide his snort of amusement. "I feel like I'm unfairly getting the brunt of a bunch of decisions made by a bunch of freshmen."

"Look, my point is that this is the kind of shit that no one expects to happen to them, ever. And you're not going to come back from that the same guy that you were before it. You're going to have to look at yourself in a different light, and there's going to be some things that you'll see that you won't like. But the great thing is - shit, man, you get to change them. You get to look at yourself and go no, I don't want that to be who I am, and I'm not going to let it. And yeah - the people that you couldn't save before you changed are going to haunt you. Maybe you'll always feel responsible. But the best thing is, you've got people on your side to remind you that you don't have to do any of it alone."

It's not a surprise that Steve sounds like he's talking from experience. It is a surprise that it makes Eddie feel… better. Makes him feel like he's not the only one who's freaking out about this, like someone else has not only gone through the same thing, but felt something similar.

"For the record," Steve says, very quietly, like he's not quite sure how to say this or where he's going with it. "It wasn't facing down the demobats that made you brave. It wasn't - redemption, or whatever, all right?"

Eddie feels caught out, like Steve's looked too closely at him and seen what he usually keeps all wrapped up and safe, like he knows the kind of stories that Eddie tells himself about the world, and the place he's thought he occupied in it this last week. "No? Then what was my redemption?"

"You didn't have one," Steve replies, and fuck, ouch. Steve must read something in his face, because he hurries to add, "You didn't need one. Every time you ran, you did exactly what you should have done, and when it came down to it you went with us to Mordor without hesitation. None of us ever thought you were a coward, man, you had nothing to prove to us."

"I did," is what comes out of his mouth, and he didn't realize until he said it that it's true, that he knows what he needs to tell Steve. "Look, I - I know in the grand scheme of all of this, high school doesn't really feel like it matters all that much anymore, but I was still a jerk. The way I treated Lucas wasn't all that different from what I've always said I was protecting those guys from, you know? Tearing him down, excluding him because he liked something we didn't think was cool. Took a murder rep and almost getting eaten to realize it, but, you know, I got there. I'm getting there."

Steve's looking at him like he's proud of him again, even after his little outburst, and it hits him even harder this time around. "You apologize to him?"

Eddie opens his mouth to say that he had, then closes it, frowning. "Uh. I mean, I told him I should have moved Hellfire and it wasn't okay the way I treated him? I'm not actually sure the sorry part made it out. But I will!"

Steve makes some kind of gesture that Eddie's going to interpret to mean there you go, but he doesn't say anything.

"Sorry," Eddie mutters, fingers twisting in the sheets. "For snapping at you."

Steve tips his head in acknowledgement. Doesn't say it's okay, doesn't say it isn't okay, just holds Eddie's gaze for a moment before he moves on.

Eddie is sharply, ridiculously grateful.

"I told the others they couldn't come over yet," Steve says. "They're probably going to invade tomorrow, though."

Eddie pulls in a breath and lets it out, slow and shaky, and very carefully unfolds himself more, stretching out his legs and letting his arms fall to his side. "Yeah. That's fine, I can get it together by tomorrow."

Steve's looking at him with these big, sad eyes, something like resignation in them.

"What?" Eddie asks.

"That's how I do it," Steve says. "When all this is going on - I just get it together, because I have to."

"What about when it's not going on?" He hadn't meant to ask that, he doesn't think, but it just slips out.

"Kind of feels like it's always going on," Steve says with a rueful little quirk to his smile, then shrugs. "I don't know, man, I'll get back to you when I've figured that out. But as far as I'm concerned, there's no wrong way to try to handle all this, all right?"

Eddie thinks about that for a moment. Then, "Who couldn't you save that you feel responsible for?"

He's not sure what possessed him to ask - maybe because he wants to give Steve the opportunity to be comforted over something the way Steve did for Eddie, maybe because he's too fucking curious for his own good, maybe because he selfishly wants to know how much from his own experience Steve was talking about. Still, he watches Steve closely, ready to back off if the question makes him shut down.

It doesn't. If anything, Steve looks like he was kind of expecting that.

"Barbara Holland."

Eddie frowns. "The girl that was killed by a chemical leak from Hawkins Lab? Nancy's friend?"

"Wasn't a chemical leak." Steve pushes his fingers through his hair. "It was a demogorgon, the very first one. Nancy and Tommy and Carol and Barb were all over at my house, and we were drinking and horsing around and shit. Barb cut her hand trying to shotgun a beer. Nance told her that she should head home, that Nancy was going to stay over. We all thought Barb left, but… she didn't. While we were all inside, the demogorgon grabbed her from my backyard, dragged her off to who knows where."

"Goddamn. That was, what, 1983?"

Steve hums an affirmative. "November 83, yeah."

All the way back then, and Eddie didn't have any idea this was going on. "How'd you know it was from your backyard?"

"Jonathan was out in the woods looking for Will, and he snapped some pictures of all of us. He caught Barb sitting alone at the pool, bleeding, with the demogorgon coming out of the woods behind her."

Eddie's brows slam down before he can help it. "Wait, that actually happened? I mean, everyone heard the rumor that Jonathan was a perv, lurking in people's yards and taking pictures through their windows, I just kind of figured it was exaggerated."

Steve gives a little laugh, short and humorless. "It was exaggerated. I don't think he did it again, but, yeah. Nicole caught him developing the pictures at the school. A couple of them were of Nancy getting undressed when she and I were in my bedroom. Nancy forgave him, though, said it ended up being a good thing considering what they found out because of it."

Eddie - doesn't really know what to think about that. "What about you?"

Steve wrinkles his nose. "I called him a perv and broke his camera."

Eddie's eyebrows shoot up. "You broke his camera?"

"I told you I really was a douchebag." Steve glances away from him, and Eddie can see the line of his jaw tighten a little. "I felt bad about it after everything, got him a new one."

"No, I meant - did you forgive him?"

Steve looks back at him, brows furrowed like he wasn't expecting that question.

Eddie's stomach clenches a little. "Steve," he says softly. "Has no one asked you that before?"

Steve's frowning still, and for a moment Eddie thinks he won't answer, then he says, "I haven't really talked about it with anyone who didn't already know about it. It's not - it's not like I have anything to forgive, you know? Nancy was the one undressing in the picture."

"Sure," Eddie agrees, biting his lip for a moment as he tries to decide if he wants to let this drop or to keep going. "But - it was your house, Steve. Your window, your bedroom. You were there, too."

Steve's quiet for a very long moment.

"It's not-" Eddie starts, then stops, considering. "You didn't ask to have someone take pictures of you like that. It doesn't make it okay just because you're both guys."

"No, that's not-" Steve stops, too, and Eddie wonders if as he said it, he realized that he was thinking something like that. "I guess I've just never really thought about it like that before. I was pissed because of Nancy, and when she let it go, I kind of figured I should, too."

"And now?" Eddie prompts.

Steve shrugs. "I still don't know. I'll talk to Robin about it, I guess." There's a pause, and then he freezes, seeming to realize what he just said. "Uh, not that-"

"Dude, it's fine," Eddie cuts him off with a laugh. "I'm not offended that you'd rather process that with someone you've known a little longer."

Steve shoots him a grateful little smile. "I'm going to go down and make dinner," he says. "You wanna come with?"

Eddie considers that for a moment. He's not sure he wants to be alone again, but - he's more sure he doesn't feel up for tackling the stairs, not even with Steve's help.

Especially with Steve's help. He needs a breather away from being pressed all close to him, particularly since he knows he's going to have to ask Steve to stay in the room with him again tonight.

He shakes his head. "I'm good up here. Just, uh. Leave the door open?"

Steve leaves the door open, and a couple of minutes after he goes downstairs, Eddie can hear music playing. Queen. It makes Eddie smile, makes him wonder if he'd normally put music on while he was cooking or if he'd done it specifically for Eddie. Either way, it makes something fond and warm settle in his chest.

Damn, Eddie's got it bad. He should be embarrassed, should be feeling too vulnerable and caught out after all of that, but he doesn't. He feels…

Safe. It's fucking with his head, so he tries not to focus on it too much.

Dinner is tomato soup and mac and cheese, split between them as they sit across from each other on the bed. Eddie eats half of each of his and then mixes them together, just to get Steve to make faces at him as he happily digs in.

"It's just like dunking grilled cheese into tomato soup, Steve!" he insists.

"Grilled cheese has a crunch that makes sense, that's just mush on top of mush," Steve replies, pointing his spoon at him as if for emphasis.

He can't get Steve to try it, but it doesn't really matter. After everything, it feels good just to mess around like this.

Steve clears their dishes away when they're done, then comes back and says, "All right, let's go."

Eddie raises an eyebrow. "We're going where, exactly?"

"My room," Steve replies. "If we're sticking together again tonight, my bed's a lot better and it has my bat within reach."

For a moment, Eddie considers teasing him about calling it sticking together instead of what it is, but decides against it. For one, the first thing that'd came to his mind is to say what, trying to avoid making it sound like you're inviting Eddie The Freak Munson into your bed? which sounds perfectly light and teasing in his head, but would probably come out a little too serious, and he doesn't actually want an answer to that. For another, well. It just reminds him that sticking together is what it is.

Despite how chill Steve'd been this morning with Mike's reaction, despite that Eddie still can't seem to completely smash his hopes down, he knows what this is. The only reason that Steve Harrington slept in the same bed with him last night is because they're both beat to hell and can't sleep without someone there who understands what they've been through, and the only reason Steve's inviting him into his bed now is to try to ward off nightmares, or at least make any that crop up a little easier to deal with.

He hasn't even gotten up the courage yet to tell Steve that he thinks they might be soulmates, he can't let himself get too lost in believing it might be romantic.

So he just says, "Lead the way to your chambers, then, your Majesty."

Steve rolls his eyes at him, helps him out of bed and stays by his side as they head down the hall. Eddie only needs to lean on him a little, which makes him feel pretty damn good, and he's even up for heading into Steve's bathroom to get ready for bed first. There's a brand new toothbrush there, still in its packaging, and Eddie assumes it's for him, so he adds brushing his teeth to the list of activities he can manage on his own now.

They swap when Eddie's done, and he climbs into Steve's bed without waiting for him - mostly because he doesn't want to overexert himself, and because he knows which side of the bed Steve prefers to sleep on now, which. Is definitely not helping his hopes stay shoved down where they should be.

Steve leaves the bathroom door open a crack, just enough that he can hear him bustling around in there, can hear him humming to himself. It's pretty - Eddie can't place whatever it is, but Steve sounds good.

He shuts off the overhead light when he comes out of the bathroom, but leaves a lamp on.

"Sounds nice." Eddie yawns. "Didn't know you could sing."

"Humming isn't singing," Steve counters, but he gives him a soft little smile as he climbs into his side of the bed.

"What song is it?" Eddie asks, and feels his heart kick up a little when Steve scrunches his nose.

"You're gonna make fun of me."

"I won't!" Eddie insists.

Steve scratches his nose. "It's a kid's song, I think it's based on a poem. I learned it from Robin, and I'd sing it sometimes when they couldn't sleep after Starcourt."

Eddie should probably let it go so they can both get some sleep, but he's so eager to learn more about this world that was going on right under his nose that he can't help but ask, "After Starcourt?"

Steve hums an affirmative. "Remember I said it wasn't my first time having someone stay over in the aftermath? We usually check on each other for a while. That first time, it was mostly me and Nance, and we'd check in on Jonathan sometimes. She made me talk to Mike a few times."

Oh, shit. Eddie practically vibrates with the urge to pounce on that with all the glee of a cat distracted by a laser pointer, but - no, no, he has to stay strong, he -

"How'd that work out for you?"

Damn it.

Steve snorts. "He was barely twelve, so not all that bad. It was when we all thought El was still gone, and he just - he really missed her, and Nancy didn't know how to talk to him. I told her to ask him how Will was doing. Mike's a little asshole, but he cares so much about his friends, you know? Asking about Will meant she wasn't asking him about his feelings, she was asking about his friend. She made me come with her, and it kind of worked. I dunno. We talked about what they might be feeling, what they used to do for fun, and how they should get back to it. Nancy reminded him how much they loved that game you guys are all obsessed with, so they started playing again."

Eddie looks up at him, remembering looking up at Steve Harrington in the comic and games shop, watching him try to figure out what to get Will Byers for a going away present, and thinking about what a jackass he was.

God, Eddie's never been more glad to have been so wrong.

Steve still takes the silence as a cue to keep going, though, and he runs his fingers through his hair. "The second time, Dustin just showed up at my house, and the rest of the little shitheads followed pretty quick. They had movie nights and invaded my pool and ate everything in my kitchen, and sometimes they'd sleep over. Dustin was here more often than he wasn't for a while."

Eddie tilts his head, glad to be back on more even ground. "What'd you guys even do?"

Steve shrugs one shoulder. "I dunno, stuff. I drove Dustin to his first school dance, helped him get ready, watched Star Wars, talked about girls and his science camp and my job searching. He was away at camp when I started working at Scoops, but I used the back entrance to get the rest of them into the movies. Lucas and I played ball, Max'd come over and we'd make dinner sometimes."

"You really are friends with them." It's soft and awed, but Eddie knows the moment it comes out that it doesn't sound like he meant it to. "I mean - being the babysitter and the paladin's one thing. It's obvious that you step up when shit's going down and they need you. But you're still there, even when the world's not ending."

Steve smiles at him, a little pleased, a little surprised. "I try, anyway. Hit or miss on it now that they're all in high school." Another shrug. "Anyway, it - after Starcourt, Robin and Dustin and Erica and I were in pretty close touch for a bit. Robin stayed over most nights, and Dustin when he could, and Erica'd say she was fine but she'd walkie us a lot, 'specially the first week or two. I got in the habit of singing it for them, and it seemed to work."

Eddie just watches him. He doesn't have nearly enough mental power to try to process the way Steve keeps getting to him, digging his way deeper and deeper under his skin - barely has enough to acknowledge the want that lingers on his tongue, sharp and bittersweet. They've built a family, this little rag-tag party, and Eddie wants to keep being folded into it so bad he can taste it - just as much as the very thought scares the shit out of him.

"Will you sing it for me?"

"You will a hundred percent make fun of me," Steve protests, but it isn't a no.

"I won't," Eddie promises softly.

Steve sighs, the same way Eddie's heard him do right before he gives into one of the others, and Eddie can't stop his wide smile.

"Close your eyes, at least," Steve insists, and Eddie obeys.

There's a few moments of silence, as if Steve is hyping himself up, and then his humming starts again.

"Lavender blue, dilly dilly, lavender green," Steve croons softly.

The absurdity of the situation hits him hard - he's in Steve Harrington's bed, while the man himself sings him a lullaby about lavender that includes the words dilly dilly. He manages not to let out a slightly hysterical giggle, but his face must do something, because Steve's singing cuts off.

"See?" Steve demands.

"I'm not!" Eddie protests. He lets his hand move, fingertips just barely pressing against Steve's arm. "I'm not, I promise. Please?"

There's a moment of silence, and Eddie struggles to keep his eyes closed and wait patiently, but then Steve starts humming again. It goes on a little longer this time, like he's either skipping past some things or making sure Eddie's face isn't going to do whatever it was doing before, but then he starts singing again.

"I told myself, dilly dilly, I told me so."

There's more lyrics, but Eddie stops paying attention to them, feeling himself relax more and more. It's not about the words, really, it's - it's about the melody, the repetitive flow. It's Steve's voice, lovely and soft, it's knowing someone's with you, someone who's been through the same things you have, someone who cares. After everything, knowing you're not alone.

"Let the birds sing, dilly dilly, and the lambs play," Steve sings, as Eddie's limbs grow heavy and sleep hovers so closely he could almost melt into it. "We shall be safe, dilly dilly, out of harm's way."

It's not about the words.

"Lavender's green, dilly dilly, lavender's blue. If you love me, dilly dilly, I will love you."

God, Eddie is so fucked.

The bit about Nancy making Steve talk to Mike after season one is from one of the Stranger Things free comic book day issues, because I saw it and immediately loved its dorkiness. The song/nursery rhyme Steve is referencing is this, for anyone curious!

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Part 17

I've got the next two parts mostly written up, and we'll be diving into the start of the soulmate reveals.

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#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie fic #steddie soulmate au #soulmate au #stranger things fic #stranger things #one day eddie will stop comparing himself to the group thats been doing this for years #but today is not that day #i have a lot of feelings about eddie's line where he says 'that's what ive discovered about myself this week i run'#and how he has to reconcile it with his understanding of himself #eddie you are not a coward

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harryistheonlyoneforme · 2 years ago

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Little Freak*

pairing: dbf harry x reader

warnings: i don’t remember but smut and cursing

YN’s eye twitches for what seems like the twentieth time in five minutes as she watches the scene in front of her. Sitting on her parents’ family room couch, she has a perfect view of Harry and an old friend of his, Vanessa.

The two are entirely too close for her liking, Vanessa obviously flirting with Harry as she rests her hand on his bicep and lets out a loud laugh at something he’d said. YN lets out an annoyed scoff, taking another sip of her beverage as she keeps a close eye on the woman who’s throwing herself all over him.

She’s able to keep calm for about ten minutes longer, but she’s fed up when she sees Harry reach up and pluck a piece of lint out of Vanessa’s hair, and then she’s reaching her limit. YN hurriedly stands from the couch, placing her drink down before making her way to the two with a sarcastic smile on her face.

The two of them don’t even notice her approaching them, but the second Harry sees her, he’s straightening up and taking a step back from the woman with a nervous chuckle. He already knows where this is going, cursing himself for letting this happen in the first place.

“Hey, YN! How are you?” Harry asks, avoiding all eye contact with Vanessa as he speaks to his girlfriend.

“I’m pretty good, Harry. How have you been?” she asked, looking directly into his eyes as Vanessa stands beside them awkwardly. Harry responds with a tight lipped smile and an ‘I’ve been great’ before the three fall into complete awkward silence, Harry and YN’s eyes locked.

After a while, she says nothing verbally, but she speaks to her boyfriend with her eyes, her stare saying that she’s very displeased with his actions and that she’s definitely going to be a brat tonight. Stepping away from the two, YN gives Vanessa a small nod before turning away and making her way back to the couch in frustration.

The remainder of the evening passes fairly slow for Harry, each passing moment making him more and more nervous to see what YN’s mind is coming up with. He knows he’s in for a tough night when he sees her stand from the soft couch and go grab another cupful of her alcoholic beverage just to walk toward Harry and Vanessa, ‘tripping’ and spilling it on him.

She gasps out a fake worried apology, offering to clean him up, but he brushes it off, trying to keep his composure. She was truly hoping while she was ‘cleaning him up’ in the bathroom furthest from the guests, her pound her into the sink, fucking her until she struggled to breathe.

Her blood boils when Vanessa takes over, taking him by the hand and leading him to the exact same bathroom that YN hoped to occupy with her boyfriend. An angry scowl makes its way onto her face and she moves away, heading back to the couch in defeat. She plops down sadly, pulling her phone out to scroll through and keep herself distracted from whatever is happening in the bathroom between Vanessa and Harry.

No more than two minutes later, YN sees a shadow darken her vision before she feels a presence sit down next to her on the couch. Looking up at the person, a surprised chuckle is leaving her lips as she sees one of her old friends, Chase, accompanying her.

Chase greets her and embraces her with a hug that lasts just a moment too long, and it makes her uncomfortable for only a split second. If it were any other circumstance, she’d be moving away with some excuse to leave him sitting there, but she really wanted to get back at Harry for flirting with someone right in front of her.

She slides closer to him on the couch before she’s leaning back and relaxing into it, engaging in conversation with the douchebag beside her. A bit of disappointment bubbles in her chest as she talks to him, remembering why they’d grown apart in the first place.

Every few minutes his eyes trail down to her breasts that are very well covered, or to her bare legs that sat crossed in front of her. She’s actually disgusted with herself for going through with this just because of some harmless flirting, but it’s too late to back out now. She’s letting out fake laughs at each passing comment he makes to her, and she tunes him out the second she glances around the room sees Harry looking at her with anger evident on his face. She doesn’t know when he came from the bathroom, but she can definitely tell he’s pissed at her.

His foot is tapping against the hardwood floor erratically as he tries to keep his composure, watching the pair flirt right in front of him. He’s able to stay calm for a while, but when he sees Chase place his hand on YN’s bare thigh and lean in to whisper something in her ear, he’s turning red. The very last straw is when he sees her bashfully giggle and playfully push him away, the sight making Harry angry beyond words.

YN’s heart is pounding in her chest as she watches her boyfriend leave without so much as a goodbye to any of his friends. She quickly makes up a reason to excuse herself and makes her way outside a few paces behind him, trying not to be suspicious.

When she makes it outside, she sees Harry stop at his car and open the passenger side for her. “Get in,” is all he says, and she does so immediately, the tone of his voice scaring her just a bit. Silently, he puts the car in drive and slowly pulls away from her parents’ house, taking the route to his house slowly.

Pulling into his driveway, he throws the car in park and kills the engine, just staring ahead as he thinks of what he’s going to do to her tonight. The couple sits in silence for about five minutes, YN fiddling with her fingers anxiously.

Inhaling sharply, Harry takes off his seat belt and opens the car door to climb out. She thinks he’s going to just go in the house, but he stops just as he gets out. “Go up to my bedroom and strip naked. You better be on your knees by the time I get up there,” he says, closing the door a bit too hard and startling YN slightly.

She’s in shock for only a few seconds, throwing the door open and hurriedly making her way up to his bedroom and doing as he says. Not knowing where he wants her, she just kneels at the foot of the bed and faces the entry to the bedroom, awaiting her boyfriend’s arrival.

Her knees start to ache after a while, and she’s almost starting to think that he’s just going to leave her there all night, and then she hears it. The unmistakable sound of his feet hitting the floor as he gets closer to his bedroom. Her heart is thumping in her chest erratically as the steps get louder and louder, and the second she sees him pause in the doorway in all his glory, her breath catches in her throat.

The light green hue of his pretty eyes is long gone, replaced with a darker, deeper green as anger and arousal pumps through his veins. He looks her up and down and hums in satisfaction; she’s done exactly what he told her.

Her lover takes slow, taunting steps toward her, his eyes locked with hers as he towers over her cowering frame. He takes a seat at the foot of the bed, nodding for her to turn to face him entirely. No words are spoken as he reaches up slowly with his right hand, placing it on the side of her face gently. She nuzzles into his touch with a whimper before he’s moving his thumb down to her lip, swollen from her nervous nibbling.

He rubs his thumb over the soft skin lightly before letting her go abruptly. “Over my knee,” he demands nonchalantly, amused by the sight of her scrambling to obey. “Such a good girl,” he praises, smirking and shaking his head slightly as he hears a small moan come from her.

“Do you know why you’re getting punished tonight?” he questions, rubbing his hands up and down her bare ass gently. She nods against him meekly, her hands falling limply toward the floor. “Why?”

“Because I was bad,” she murmurs quietly, ashamed at her own actions.

A small hum leaves his closed lips, not satisfied with her answer. “That’s not good enough. How were you bad?” he asks impatiently, his hands getting a bit rougher on her soft skin.

“Because I got jealous,” she whispers, her eyes welling with tears. An affronted grunt comes from him, his head shaking side to side disapprovingly. He moves to help her sit up on the bed beside him, shocking her.

“No, Love. That’s not why I’m mad at you,” he whispers, thumbing at her warm tears. Her eyes squeeze shut as she takes in his words before they’re fluttering open in confusion, her head tilting lightly. “Don’t ever think I’m mad at you for having emotions, I understand. I know I was too close to her,” he continues, disappointed in himself.

“Then why?” she questions quietly, looking into his softened eyes. Leaning up, he presses a quick kiss to her soft lips before he’s pulling back and rubbing over her face once more.

“Was mad at you because y’didn’t talk to me when y’got angry. Instead, you decided to throw yourself at the bloke who was only trying to get in y’panties,” he tuts, angered at the thought alone. “Don’t ever doubt my love for you,” he mutters softly, upset he made her think that. He’s immediately pressing gently kisses all over her face to somewhat make her feel better, although he knows it’s nowhere near enough.

YN doesn’t miss the use of ‘was’, relief flooding her at the term. She nods understandingly, a choked sob leaving her lips. He instantly takes her into his arms and rubs his warm hand up and down her bare back, comforting her. As soon as she’s calm he’s pulling away and using the bottom of his shirt to wipe her face before pulling it over his head and tossing it somewhere beside them.

“Do y’want to call it a night? Take a warm bath and try again tomorrow?” he questions, not wanting her to feel like he expected sex from her right now. She shakes her head firmly almost instantly, taking him by surprise. He’s not entirely sure he believes her, needing more confirmation. “Are y’sure? Be honest, we can always get some snacks and watch a movie or something,” he reminds her, and she’s shaking her head once more.

“No, want you to play with me tonight,” she responds, reaching down to palm at his cock, which instantly starts to harden once more under her touch. A soft moan leaves his lips at the feeling, and he sees her lean closer to him before pressing her lips to his in a passionate kiss. Surprised, he deepens it and reaches his hand around to her backside, landing a small but sharp hit on the flesh.

The slight sting makes her mouth drop open in a moan, giving Harry the opportunity to slip his tongue into her open mouth as he rubs the sore area gingerly. The two indulge in the make out session for a bit more, Harry wrapping his arms around her to pull her closer. He ends up pulling her until she rests over his bulge, and she immediately gets the bright idea to grind her bare cunt onto his pants, the two of them hissing at the contact.

A small whimper leaves her lips as she gets accustomed to the unfamiliar feeling of the rough denim on her soft folds, experimenting with another desperate grind of her hips. At the same time, Harry bucks up at the touch, and it grazes her clit so deliciously that it has a wail falling from her parted lips as she chases her orgasm.

She continues grinding against the denim erratically, trying to find the perfect rhythm to get to her high. Just as she feels the burning deep in her belly, she feels Harrys grip tighten on her hips before he holds her in place, making her huff in frustration.

“What are you doing?” she demands, her voice thick with irritation as her orgasm fades away. “I was so close, what did you do that for?”

“You don’t get to question me, not after tonight,” he replies firmly, making all of her brattiness melt away. She nods gently at his words, awaiting further instruction.

“Get on the bed, I need to see you,” he demands, and she’s scrambling to obey, sitting in the centre. She watches intently as he climbs from the bed and goes to her bedside table, opening the drawer that houses her toys. Her eyes widen substantially as she realizes what’s going to happen, squeezing her thighs together as her pussy throbs in anticipation.

Pulling out her vibrator, Harry makes his way back over to the bed and climbs onto the edge, passing it to her. She takes it hesitantly and looks at him confusedly. She thought he was going to use it on her.

With a condescending chuckle, he shakes his head. “Don’t act all dumb now. I know you use this when I’m not around. Show me how you play with yourself when I’m not available,” he explains, smirking when a surprised moan falls from her lips.

She rests back against the headboard of the bed, spreading her legs and giving her a wonderful view of her messy cunt. His cock is instantly twitching inside of his jeans, sticky precum leaking from the head as he tries to keep some restraint.

Turning the vibrator on medium, she presses it against her sensitive clit firmly, her body jerking at the stimulation. Desperate for an orgasm, she turns it up to the highest setting, something she only does when she needs to be quick, and starts rubbing in clockwise circles over the head of her clit.

“Fuck,” she wails, throwing her head back and reaching her free hand up to play with her nipples. She hears a grunt come from Harry, and picks her head back up to see his jeans around his thighs and his fist around his cock as he pumps it desperately.

The sexy sight in front of her has her eyes closing in pleasure, her orgasm already near. “No,” she hears, making her eyes snap open. “Keep your eyes on me. Look into my eyes while you play with yourself like a slut,” he demands, and it only makes it harder for her to do so. Her eyelids get heavier and heavier as the seconds pass, but she tries her hardest to keep them open for him.

Her breath gets caught in her throat as her orgasm is just moments away, keeping her eyes locked on his. “Fuck, I’m cumming,” she cries, her mouth dropping open and her back arching violently as her orgasm tears through her, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she rolls her hips against the vibrator. When she can’t take anymore, she drops the vibrator without even turning it off, pressing her thighs together as her sensitive vagina literally pulses.

She’s struggling to catch her breath, and Harry hurriedly strips naked before grabbing her vibrator and turning it off, tossing it to the side before climbing behind her on the bed. He’s rubbing up and down her body gently, soothing her from her intense orgasm. Soft whimpers fall from her lips as she comes down, and when she’s calm, her eyes are opening, looking at him with a loopy grin.

“Y’alright?” he asks, chuckling when she nods lazily. “That was good, hm?”

She nods, and slides up so her back is flush against his chest. “So fucking good,” she pants, her vision still spotty.

“I bet. Can you go again?” he inquires concernedly, and she chuckles before confirming that she’s okay. “My needy little baby,” he teases, reaching down to spread her thighs gently. “Gonna let me play with you?”

“Fuck, please play with me,” she begs, her hips bucking against his hand as he starts to tease her, gently trailing his fingers over her inner thigh, soft ghost-like touches.

“What do you need from Daddy?” he grits out, his hand running up and down her thigh teasingly. Frustrated, she moves his hand to her pussy and bucks into it, showing him exactly where she is wants him.

“Use your words or I won’t let you cum, is that understood?” he spits, wrapping his free hand around her throat to let her know he’s serious.

“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry,” she whispers, and he hums in acknowledgment, awaiting the rest of her statement. “Can you rub my pussy, please?” she asks timidly, and that gets a smile from him.

“Good girl. See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” he questions, reaching down to play with her folds a bit before placing two fingers on her clit and rubbing gently.

“No, fuck, no sir,” she stutters, bucking her hips into his touch. He moves his hand away quickly before landing a sharp slap to her sensitive pussy, a cry of shock leaving her lips.

“Stay still. I didn’t tell you to move,” he reminds her, and she’s apologizing instantly. Satisfied, he moves his hand back down to her centre and wastes no time in sinking two fingers in. He buries them to the hilt immediately, making YN hiss at the cool metal of his rings against the heat of her lips.

“So fucking wet,” he rasps, his leaking cock twitching against her back as he starts pumping his fingers in and out of her tight pussy. “Cunt gets so wet f’daddy, I swear,” he moans, her cries of pleasure only spurring him on. Her hands are fisting the sheets on either side of him, and she’s trying her hardest to follow his instruction and stay still.

She can feel her second orgasm of the night burning deep in her belly, her eyes rolling back as he pushes her closer and closer with each pump of his fingers. A frustrated cry leaves her lips as he removes his fingers just as she’s about to fall over the edge of bliss.

“I know, lovie. You were so close, ‘m sorry,” he coos sympathetically as tears of frustration stream down her face. “You’re just so wet you’re making m’rings slide right off,” he explains, pulling them from his fingers.

The second they’re off, he’s sinking his fingers into her once more, a cry of relief leaving her lips as he does. “Gonna give you what you need, honey. Y’can cum whenever you need to, okay?” he asks over her sobs of pleasure.

She’s nodding furiously and her hips are bucking involuntarily against his hand, but he doesn’t care, letting her take what she needs from him. Not even a minute later, he’s shocked to feel her entire body freeze and her vagina lock down on him so tight he can barely move his hand.

Not wanting her orgasm to fade, he reaches down with his free hand and rubs all four fingers over her clit quickly, sending her over the edge with a loud sob of his name. A deep groan bubbles in his chest as he feels warm liquid seep through his fingers, streams of her orgasm squirting against his hand.

Harry is in pure shock as his mind finally catches up to what just happened. He’s never made YN squirt so much and it has his heart thumping in his chest. Sure, he’d made her squirt a few times, but it was nowhere near as much as now, the entire duvet soaked beneath them.

When he finally feels her taut hole relax, he’s easing his fingers out slowly and wrapping his arms around her twitching body, knowing her orgasm took a lot from her, but they’re nowhere near done.

“Such a good girl for Daddy,” he coos, pressing a kiss to her hair and rubbing up and down her sore belly, wound tight from her intense orgasm. He lets her rest for a few minutes before he’s lifting her up and lining his cock up with her still quivering entrance, manhandling her right onto his cock.

A cry of shock leaves her lips as he breaches her, her eyes instantly rolling back into her head. She can feel the engorged head of him nudging at her g-spot, and it has her trying to move away in overstimulation just to feel him grip her hips tighter. Harry literally holds her down on his cock, not letting her move an inch as she starts to finally relax around him.

“Good girl,” he praises her, rubbing up and down her hips. He takes a moment to adjust himself, flattening his feet on the bed and leaning back to pound into her from below, working her on his hard cock.

Her hands are flailing as she struggles to find something to ground herself, and when her hands land on his bent knees she lets out a cry of relief as he wrecks her from below.

Harry’s teeth are grinding against one another as he uses his strength to keep fucking into her, swears leaving his swollen lips. “Shit, you’re so fucking tight,” he grits out, some sweat dripping into his eye and burning it slightly. “So fucking tight and you still manage to take my cock like a champ; Every. Fucking. Time,” he pants, punctuating the last three words with brutal thrusts.

No coherent words are leaving her lips, just loud sobs of his title over and over. Her eyes are squeezed shut as each thrust overstimulates her, the slight sting making her mind foggy.

“Look at you, baby. All dumb on my cock,” he teases, nipping gently at her earlobe as her mouth hangs open. The feeling of his cock in her walls erased all thoughts from her brain, and he knows it, the cocky motherfucker. “My dumb little baby,” he coos, reaching down to press two fingers to her throbbing clit and rubbing right on the head gently.

The action has her locking down on him once more, another orgasm wracking through her body. It’s all happening so quickly that Harry has to bite down on his knuckle to keep himself from cumming right then and there.

He doesn’t even give her much time to come down from her orgasm before he’s climbing up onto his knees and pushing her upper body until her face is buried in the damp duvet. As soon as he’s sure she’s comfortable, he’s pulling out so that his tip is resting at her entrance before slamming all the way back into her. He instantly sets a brutal pace, each thrust pushing her further up the bed, but he’s gripping her hips and pulling them back to meet his thrusts.

She’s screaming into the bedding, unable to even form thoughts as he doesn’t let up on his pace, his grip so tight she’s sure she’ll have bruises when she wakes up tomorrow. His pace is quick and brutal, the head of his cock grazing her cervix lightly.

Pulling out to slam back into her, a frustrated groan leaves his lips when his sopping cock just slides against her pussy, missing the hole entirely.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so wet I can’t even stay in you,” he grunts, slamming into her once more. Her screams only get louder as he keeps pushing her toward another orgasm, and it’s going to be big. Her nails are practically tearing the duvet, her body limp as he wrecks her. Tears of pleasure are leaking onto the bedding, and drool is falling from her mouth as she’s unable to keep it closed.

Sensing she’s close again, he encourages her. “Cmon, baby. Cum on daddy’s cock. I know you’re close, m’love. Just cream on my cock, make a mess on me,” he coos, his hand on the small of her back. Her body flies forward with one last thrust, a loud sob coming from her raw throat as she cums around him once more, her body shaking violently.

He helps her flip onto her back as her body still convulses, tears leaking from her eyes. Taking his thumb, he wipes underneath gently as she comes down slowly, her glossy eyes starting to focus again. Blinking, her eyes are no longer cloudy as she looks at him, entirely fucked out.

“Okay, baby. Almost done. Can you take me again?” he whispers, wiping a bit of sweat from her forehead as she nods. He presses a chaste kiss to her swollen lips before helping her lie down on her back and climbing between her legs.

He’s kneeling on the bed, stroking his sensitive cock a few times before sliding closer to her. A small smile forms on his face as he takes in her messy hair, bruised lips, and glossy eyes.

Lining the leaking head of his cock to her quivering entrance, he looks up at her for permission, and she nods. He runs the head through her sopping folds a few times to lubricate himself again, the both of them hissing at the slight pleasure before he’s grabbing her leg and placing it on his waist, sliding into her slowly.

Both of their mouths drop open in pleasure as he sheathes himself inside of her warmth, her walls immediately clenching down on him as she tries to keep him there. “Shit, honey. Squeezing me so tight,” he hisses, grabbing the base of his cock to stave off his orgasm that’s already started blooming deep in his belly.

For about two minutes he’s just stationary inside of her, letting the two of them adjust to the new position. She’s peppering kisses all over his sweaty chest as she waits for him, wrapping her legs around his waist to get him as deep as possible.

“Ready f’me?” he whispers, moving his right hand down to thumb at her sensitive clit. She’s immediately nodding with a whiny moan, digging her heels into his lower back.

“Please, H. Need it so bad,” she begs, her words coming out choked as desperation overtakes her. She needs to feel him cum deep inside of her, to flood her womb and give her his baby.

No more words are said as he pulls out just to drop his hips back to hers slowly, her bottom lip taking refuge between her teeth as she feels a bulging vein on the underside of his head graze her g-spot in the most delicious way. The stimulation has her back arching and her head lolling to the side, the single push of his hips stirring another orgasm.

“Okay, baby,” he rasps, trying his hardest to keep up the exact pace to get her to her orgasm. “I know you’re so close again. One more and I’ll fill you up, gonna give you my baby,” he whispers, reaching down to thumb at her clit gently. No sounds come from her mouth as she cums around him, her hole locking down on him as she tries to keep him there.

“G’na cum, baby,” he rasps, grinding his hips against hers as he chases his orgasm, her velvety walls milking his cock as her hole still twitches from her orgasm just moments before. “Need to cum in you, can I do that please?” he murmurs, burying his face into her neck and pressing gentle kisses there as his stomach tightens and his balls draw up.

She wraps her arms around him to pull him closer and nods feverishly, giving him permission. With three more deep thrusts, he’s letting out a deep groan and stilling his hips. His toes are curled and his eyes are squeezed shut as his orgasm tears through his body. Spurt after spurt of his warm cum fills her and she shivers at the warmth it gives her, making her relax into the bed as he pants into her neck.

The two lie there, with him atop her as the two try to calm down a bit, and the second he’s recovered, he’s slowly pulling his softening cock from her messy hole, apologizing when she whines quietly in pain. He rests back onto his knees, looking at his worn out girlfriend as her chest heaves with laboured breaths.

“Okay, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up. That was a lot, hm?” Harry whispers, rubbing his warm hands up and down her arms as she nods weakly, still recovering from her orgasm. “You need a minute?” he asks, and she nods once more.

He decides to give her some time to recover, running to the bathroom to run them a nice warm bath with bubbles and all of the soothing ingredients to ensure that she’ll sleep well tonight.

The steam from the bath fogs up every glass surface in the room, and Harry stays in there for a while to make sure it doesn’t overflow. As soon as it’s filled enough to cover them, he runs back into the room to help YN into the bathroom and letting her pee before letting her ease into the warm water.

Placing another kiss to her forehead, he informs her that he’ll be right back, running into his bedroom to change the sheets as she soaks for a few minutes. When he’s all done, he makes his way back into the bathroom before sliding into the bathtub behind her, wrapping his arms around her as she leans into his touch.

They just soak for a while, basking in each other’s presence and warmth. The quiet sound of the water swishing back and forth occasionally is all they can hear besides each other’s breathing, and it’s so comfortable and relaxing that YN starts to fall asleep right there in his arms.

Harry takes that as his queue to get her cleaned up, gently washing in between her legs before cleaning the rest of her. He decides they’ll shower in the morning for their hair, and he climbs from the warm water before helping her out and drying them off. As soon as they’re dry, the two make their way back to his bedroom and climb into bed, not even bothering to clothe themselves.

Harry switched off the lights and it’s like magic; they instantaneously fall asleep as soon as their heads hit the warm pillows and they are wrapped in each other’s embrace. Soft, exhausted snores fill his bedroom all the way until the early morning when the two wake up and prepare for a day alone together.

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aphroditelovesu · 1 year ago

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what would happen if bby!reader were sleeping with Mysaria (daemon's ex lover)?

Am I to assume this is a threat...? Because it honestly looks like a threat of, at best, a decapitation.

Because heads will roll once Rhaenyra finds out her bby is sleeping with someone, let alone a whore who was her husband's mistress.

Imagine the following scenario: Adult!Bby!Reader meets Mysaria, unaware that she is his stepfather's ex-lover, and takes an interest in her and she in him. They start talking and it all leads to the same thing: they sleep together. It was supposed to be a one-night stand, but Mysaria found herself drawn more and more to the reader and the reader to her (because, let's be honest, she's pretty as fuck-) and the two became lovers in that case and kept seeing each other every day and more and more. Feding Mysaria's own obsession with Adult!Bby!Reader and his overwhelming desires always satisfied.

Everything was going great for the two new lovers. Mysaria knows who the reader is, but she doesn't care. She isn't interested in the power he could grant her but in him, she knows she shouldn't but she can't help but fall in love with him. Their encounters were more and more frequent and passionate, until one day, they got careless and were discovered by an angry Rhaenyra.

They had sex during the night and as was custom, they slept together, but Mysaria was so focused on watching her sleeping love that she forgot about time and ended up being caught by Rhaenyra, who had gone to visit her son in the morning, as she always did. Only she didn't just see him.

Can you imagine the face Rhaenyra made when she saw Mysaria, completely naked, on her son's bed, also naked, and hugging him? She blinked a few times to try to process the scene before she started to freak out.

To say she was furious was an understatement, she was ready to burn Mysaria right there. Upon hearing his mother's screams, Adult!Bby!Reader woke up with a start and turned red with embarrassment to be found in such a situation. He glanced at Mysaria who seemed interested in the situation and tried to hide her with the covers. Silently waiting for this humiliation to go away.

Rhaenyra's furious screams and promises of death drew attention, and soon Daemon was called to her. For them to discuss this inconvenient situation.

Daemon looked quite surprised to find out about this affair, and he felt like laughing, but he held it back as he watched his wife's furious expression. He was remarkably calm, not looking the least bit worried or upset to learn that his stepson is sleeping with his ex-lover. He was flustered at first, but collected himself and worried about Adult!Bby!Reader as he knew Mysaria too well and feared that she might be using him.

The reader was shocked to discover that his lover had already slept with his stepfather, but he couldn't help his feelings for her. He knew very well that his mother would never allow that and he would need to find an alternative to this situation. Meanwhile, Mysaria would be happy now that everyone knew about her relationship with Adult!Bby!Reader and she wouldn't care about Rhaenyra's or even Daemon's disapprovals, she was just focused on her relationship with the reader and getting him happy. I can see her even wanting to have the reader's children once her obsession had fully developed.

Rhaenyra would only accept this ""relationship"" if it was based solely on lust, begrudgingly, but she would, but if she knows or realizes that her son, her precious bby, has actually fallen in love with a whore, she will ignore the Daemon notices and burn Mysaria alive.

I imagine the two would get along super well, Mysaria would be a loyal lover to him and, in a way, protective as her obsession grows and maybe even possessive, which would trigger an internal war between her and Rhaenyra. (Daemon would just be laughing-)

~ Lady L

(so pretty that I just can't-)

#house of the dragon #yandere house of the dragon #yandere hotd #a song of ice and fire #hotd #asoiaf #yandere mysaria #yandere rhaenyra targaryen #yandere daemon targaryen #yandere mysaria x reader #mysaria x reader #concept #yandere concept #reaction #?

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ad0rechuu · 1 year ago

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★ MILKY WAY. ━━ (036) a strange feeling

WORD COUNT. 709

WARNINGS. this an angsty one bois but nothing to warn really, yn is called a little otter affectionately

credits to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <33

THIS FEELS STRANGE.

Usually when the two of you meet up, he chooses a quiet place where you don’t have to worry about getting recognized. But this cafe was bustling.

A little part of you wishes you had asked to meet up at the Hanuelsan café. San’s parents' café feels a lot more calming than the random Starbucks you are in right now.

He shouldn’t stand out but he does. He’s wearing a thick black coat, his mask pulled down as he sips his drink; and a bucket hat that hid his bleach blond hair, causing you to just barely see his eyes staring down at his phone screen.

But he does. He stands out to you somehow. Just like when you first saw him between all those other pretty idols, he’s the one that stands out to you.

As you make your way to the table tucked in the back, you try to remind yourself of what Seulgi and Fatou told you. The fact that he wanted to talk isn’t a bad thing and you shouldn’t work yourself up with imaginary scenarios.

You clear your throat and he looks up. You don’t make eye contact, instead opting to keep your gaze on the table. His coffee of choice and your favorite cold beverage sat there next to each other.

He gently grabs your hand pulling you to sit opposite him. The probably meaningless gesture to him has your heart palpitating out your chest.

“Thank you for coming. I’m so happy you and I were able to meet so fast.” He lets go of your hand and pushes the drink in your direction. “I ordered you something. I hope it’s alright.”

Yeah, ‘alright’ doesn’t even begin to cover it. You want to squeal like a teenager in love at his knowledge about you, but the familiar heavy feeling makes it hard to get words out.

“This is my f-favorite, thanks.” You manage to croak out.

He smiles in response as you sip your drink, it doesn’t stay quiet long as a notification on his phone breaks the silence between you two. A warm look finds a way in his eyes when he reads whatever someone sent him.

“I actually called you here today to meet my friend and..” He trails off as the apples of his pale cheeks turn a reddish color.

Before you can even think over his reaction, you respond. “And what?”

He throws his head back in a laugh at your curiosity, the pleasant sound doing something unexplainable with your heart.

“Curious, are we? This is also to explain why I canceled the other day.” He pauses and takes a deep breath. “My friend, she locked herself out that day and she called me freaking out, so I couldn’t just leave her. I apologize.”

A small smile graces your face, he’s so caring towards everyone. You went in trying to ignore your feelings but he makes it very difficult. “It’s okay, I think it’s sweet.”

“Actually I also called you here today for selfish reasons.” He nods before looking down shyly. “To show her that nothing is going on between us.”

Your heart felt like it stopped.

“Because I like her and I don’t want to give her the wrong idea.”

You didn’t become an idol for the attention, but you couldn’t say that you hated it. In that moment however, you’re grateful that his attention is on something behind you because you're sure that he would’ve seen your feelings crushed there and then.

He waves as you try to blink back your tears and pull yourself back together.

“Oh, there she is.”

“Hey, Gyu.” A familiar voice calls behind you, you take a deep breath and turn around to face it, because it’s the right, polite thing to do.

“Took you long enough.” He laughs as he pats the seat next to him. “This Yn. Yn this is—”

You face her for the first time as she sticks out her hand for you to shake, the long brown hair, the heavenly smile, there was no stranger sitting in front of you. As if this day hasn’t been hard enough on you.

“Sera?”

“It’s been a while, little otter!”

Huh.

Heart break is a strange feeling.

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NOTES. listen i’m not saying yn isn’t gonna be happy again but buckle up from here okay? also now u know why yn uses an otter emoji (if u forgot who sera was look at extras)

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CLONE HIGH: RE DO

episode 1: can we start, start over?

after 20 years of being frozen, the clones wake up in the year 2023 in a whole different world, with new clones and more opportunities to screw things up

during the night the first generation of clones wakes up after being unfrozen, confused and tired all of them go to their homes, some of them are empty, with some changes, some of them freak out when they see their parents have changed a lot in just hours.

in the morning, joan walks alone to school, abe approaches her, starting a conversation about how they see everything different, there's a lot of new students, with those weird rectangle things and uncommon clothes. abe asks about jfk, joan tells him that she doesn't know what to do, so she will ignore him in the meantime.

jfk tries to talk to joan but gets distracted with a drone, meanwhile cleo angrily walks alone, she has zero intention to talk to abe, she's hurt after what happened and she thinks that abe should be the one to talk to her.

after all the clones enter school, principal scudworth makes an announcement, saying that all the clones born in 1986 should go to the auditorium, the main cast is confused, but they all go.

in the office, candide is talking about the operation spread eagle, that she needs to analyze the first generation of clones to see who is worth it, then she asks what's scudworth's plan to help them reintegrate.

back with the main cast, they're all in the auditorium, this part happens almost the same like in the show: scudworth sings and frida and harriet are introduced.

the walk a mile event starts just like in the show, harriet talks to joan first and they do the walk together, abe sees joan walking away, frustrated that he couldn't confess his feelings earlier, suddenly someone talks to him: topher! he simply asks to do the walk together, abe accepts.

frida is checking that everything's alright, cleo appears and asks her to do the walk together, frida accepts happily

jfk is looking for joan, but confucius talks to him to ask to walk together too, he tries to dismiss it but confucius insist, he accepts.

harriet, joan, abe and topher interactions go almost the same as the show.

cleo tries to impress frida, talking about how she's someone so cool, popular and interesting, everything goes well but suddenly Cleo says something that frida sees as socially unacceptable.

just like a domino effect, the same happens with the other clones, after all they're a product from their time.

abe says a dumb comment too, but topher immediately tells him to shut up, and he offers himself to help abe to navigate in this new world.

meanwhile, joan, cleo and jfk get sorrounded by the new clones, they all get judged, they joan tries to explain herself but the crowd shouts at them, harriet and frida say something about cancel joan, cleo and jfk,at the end the 3 of them escape to inside the school.

once they're inside, they all try to process what just happened, "cancelled"? that definitely wasn't a thing in 2002, joan justifies herself but a new clone who was passing by throws a tomato at her, both jfk and cleo laugh, now they justify their comments but other new clones throw tomatoes at them, angrily they look for who they were, joan calms them down and tells them that they need a plan.

running gag! i think that's the phrase?

most of the time, if a new clone sees joan, cleo or jfk, they'll throw a tomato at them.

joan gets an idea, they should go look for abe to help them to make an apology! after all he's the only clone that can help them, both cleo and jfk refuse to, they say that it's not going to be THAT bad. cleo and jfk go their own way to have a normal day, joan just waits for them.

jfk goes to talk to a pretty girl, and cleo goes to see her locker, she opens it but it just has dust. at the end, both of them end up with tomatoes thrown at them.

frustrated, they get back with joan, who just looks at them and repeats her plan.

the 3 clones look for abe in the whole school, but when they arrive at some place abe just left, and vice versa, when abe arrives the 3 clones just left.

the ep switches between the 3 old clones and abe and topher talking.

at the end, joan, cleo and jfk get tired, meanwhile joan thinks, cleo and jfk try to make another plan. suddenly, joan tells them to follow her, cleo and jfk look at each other, but they don't have many options.

as the last resource, they go to the lake and finally find abe!, on one side they see abe and topher sitting, on the other side confucius is sitting, it looks like abe and confucius are talking and topher only listens while he throws rocks at the water.

joan calls abe, who turns around and happily gets up to see her, he hugs her, and awkwardly looks at cleo and jfk, abe tries to hug cleo too but she stops him. abe asks joan what happened and she tells everything, asks for help, abe accepts! but he doesn't know how to spread the message.

confucius joins the conversation, and gives the idea of making a super produced flip flop video, all the clones doubt, but he swears that it's gonna work.

topher, as a straight male ally, offers himself to make sure they don't say anything offensive again.

with all set up, joan, cleo and jfk make an apology video with the help of abe, confucius and topher.

cleo tells abe that they need to talk. alone.

they walk away from the group, cleo explains that she's mad at abe for the situation with joan, makes a dramatic pose and acts like she's gonna run away, abe doesn't follow up so she explains that he's supposed to beg her, abe goes "oooh" but doesn't say nothing, and that's it, cleo finally brokes up with him, she says that she doesn't care anymore and leaves.

abe just stands there, he's not sure what to do, or how to feel, anyways, now he's in love with joan.

after all, the old clones go to see their lockers.

harriet, frida and confucius approach joan, cleo and jfk respectively. they all say sorry for judging them, but that they'll help them with leading with this new stuff, after all they're from 20 years ago.

abe tries to clean the dust on his locker, some way it ends up in his eyes, he screams but someone asks him if he's okay, that clone is topher! abe asks what he's doing there and topher answers that he's looking for something in his locker, which is next to abe's

and that's all!

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