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evergreenlake · 5 months ago

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And Fate was on His Side

Chapter 2

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tw: violence, fighting, wounds, and maybe military inaccuracies (let me know if i miss any)

Price x F!Reader, Secret Baby Trope

an: As I said before the first chapter some characters may be ooc. Also, I'm not sure how to write the British dialect, so for now, dialogue will seem a little weird. I will be coming back to edit it when I do figure it out. One last thing, if I forgot to add you to the taglist just leave a comment and let me know. Sorry in advance if I did!

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All she could hear was the heavy breathing coming from her. She looked towards her son as he was repeating something over and over again. She couldn't read his lips well so she had no idea what it was. But the woman did watch him as he started to put pressure on her shoulder, on the very edge of her collarbone.

Watching him lean to the side to talk to his twin, who was beside her, the woman let her head fall back against the counter they were hiding behind. As she looked up at the ceiling, her hearing slowly returned.

" We gotta get outta here Danny, we don't know how long we will be stuck here!" Mia had whispered yelled at her brother. Danny sighs and looks at her slightly. " There isn't anywhere else to go Mia, plus Mom is already hurt. We gotta stay here til help comes, just have to slow down the bleeding." Danny furrows his eyebrows as he looks up at his mother, and then he looks at Mia. " Try to keep her awake and aware.. just in case we get a chance to leave." Mia nodded and she sat up and started rambling to her mother about something that happened at school that day. The twins shared a look, determined to keep their mother safe.

Stepping out of the truck, the men started to march towards the mall. The one with the bucket hat could hear Laswell talking in his ear. " It looks like they are targeting a few stores on the left side of the mall. You all need to head that way, we will have some of the others head towards the right side to help people evacuate." Price looks back at the three men behind him and he nods. " You heard the woman, let's get in and take these arseholes out."

The three men just nodded as they were all focused on getting the people stuck on the left side of the mall out to safety. They swiftly made their way inside, walking with determination. Seeming a little relaxed they kept an eye out while surveying the mall before heading to the left side of the mall. As the men got closer they all lifted their guns getting ready. As they got closer to the store with the family of three inside, they could see a group of five men outside of it.

Before they got too close they all hid behind some kiosk. Price and Gaz were in the one closest to the terrorist, while the other two were behind the one behind them. Price looks back at his men, he nods his head slightly before he leans around the kiosk. He takes a deep breath as he lines up his shot. Then…..BOOM… The team of men started to shoot at the small group in front of the store. Three of them were hit as the other two dived to hide behind a large planter across from the kiosk.

From inside the shop, both of the teams heard screams, they came from the people in the back. But it also came from Mia behind the counter. Daniel looks towards his mother and sister worried. He slowly stood up a little to see what was happening outside of the shop. However, all he could see was the 141 in a gunfight with two of the guys who attacked them.

The boy quickly sat back down as he looked towards his mother and sister. "There are people outside, they are fighting the guys who were camping the store." Y/n turns her head to look at Daniel. " Stay down til we don't hear any more guns, it is still not safe enough." She reached over and grabbed onto his arm as Mia kept her hands against her mother's wound. She watches her a little worriedly before glancing at Daniel. He looked between the two females before he slowly nodded.

"Don't worry Mom, I'll stay down here with you and Mia." He gave her a small smile before he sat a little closer to her. Y/n started to smile a little more as she leaned over and let her head rest on him. The twins glance towards each other a little worried but they sit a little closer to their mother. Neither of them mentioned the blood that was slowly seeping through the shoulder of her sweater.

Outside of the store, the gunfight was still going on, though there was only one terrorist left. Simon ends up shooting the man between the eyes. Price lifts his head and slowly scans the area to make sure there aren't any others hiding. Once he gives his men a signal all four of them are standing up and making their way into the store.

All four men became alert tho as Daniel quickly stood up from behind the counter and looked at them wide-eyed. " Y'all are good guys, right? Cause my mom needs help, she was shot." As Simon and Soap got a good look at the boy they had side eyed each other, both of them having the same thought. That boy looks like a young Price. The two men in front of them tho don't notice as they hurry behind the counter.

Gaz quickly kneeled beside the woman as she watched him nervously. Mia slowly backed away while watching the strange man assess her mother a little. Behind the teenage girl tho, Price was frozen. This was the woman of his dreams, the one he thought had gotten away. Tho she looked a little older, but to him, she was still beautiful. Simon called his name as Soap called Laswell, hurriedly saying that they needed a medic, and it snapped Price out of it.

The man in the bucket hat had glanced toward his teammate before he was quickly kneeling before the woman. He just watched Gaz question her before he started to put pressure on her shoulder. She looked like she was kind of out of it, but as she slowly turned towards Price her breath had caught in her throat. He gave her a small smile as she grabbed onto his arm. The group standing around them looked a little confused, especially when she started tearing up.

Shouting could be heard outside of the shop getting closer, Soap had left the group to lead them inside the shop. Back with the group Mia was watching her mother and this strange man closely. Price slowly pushes some of her hair out of her face. "Didn' think we would be seeing each other again like this." He let out a small laugh as he was trying to ease some tension as the woman cleared her throat a little. " I didn't think I would see you again, especially in the States.." She suddenly took in a deep breath as the medics rounded the counter.

The group stepped back as they started to check over the woman. The twins were holding each other as they watched them with their mom closely. Price was doing the same thing as Gaz stepped back to the teens, he cleared his throat a little. " Is this your Mom?" The twins quickly nodded, and he nodded back before he stepped up to a medic who was stepping to the side. " I hope the lot of you has enough room for her twins because I don't think they'll let their mother leave."

The medic nodded a little as she looked back at the twins. "Don't worry there will be enough room, there's multiple vehicles here." She turns away as the rest of her group lifts y/n onto the gurney. They made sure everything was ready before glancing back at the twins. " Hope you all are ready, let's go!" As the group started to make their way out of the shop. Price got a good look at the twins, his brow furrowed as he looked at Daniel. He thought he looked very familiar but couldn't figure out why.

Shaking that from his thoughts he turns back to his team. "You lot stay here I'll walk them out." He grabbed his gun and was jogging after the group that just left. The three men that were left there all looked at each other and nodded after watching all those interactions. They all say simultaneously "Those are his kids"

Price walked kind of close to the side of the gurney, though he was walking behind the twins. Mia was currently holding her mother's hand and telling her what she wanted to do when they got home, the teen was told to help keep her mother awake. As they got closer to the ambulance tho, y/n had looked over at Price. Before the medics could put her in the back of the vehicle, she had reached out and grabbed onto Price's arm. She took a deep breath as she looked up at him teary-eyed.

"Their yours.."

Then as the woman let go and was put into the vehicle, Price stood there frozen. The man watches the ambulance drive away, it clicks as he grabs his hat.

"Fuck!"

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adddddiiii · 3 months ago

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Could you pls write a grandma x reader where the reader relapses and cuts herself again and grayson sees her and she's scared of him seeing because she thought that he might judge her and leave her? Thankd<3

Relapse (Grayson vers.)

Contents: Grayson Hawthorne x gn!reader

Warnings: Mentions of scars, self-harm, relapse, slight angst, one use of y/n

It had been a hard week, one of those stretches where the weight of everything felt unbearable. You thought you were doing better, thought you’d put those days behind you. But when the emotions became too much, when the ache inside grew sharper than you could handle, you relapsed.

Afterward, the shame came rushing in like a tidal wave, leaving you to drown in it. But you did what you always did: buried it. You pulled your sleeves down and told yourself no one would notice. Not even Grayson.

He came over that evening, unannounced but welcome as always, bringing takeout and his quiet, steady presence. You weren’t sure if he knew how much you relied on that steadiness, how often it kept you grounded when you felt yourself spiraling.

“Movie night?” he asked while setting the food on the counter and glancing at you with a small smile.

You nodded, forcing a smile back. “Sure. I’ll grab the blankets.”

For the first hour, everything seemed normal. You sat curled up on the couch together, sharing fries and trading quiet remarks about the film. But as the night went on, you could feel his eyes lingering on you — subtle, careful, but observant as ever.

“Are you okay?” he asked at one point.

“Yeah, just tired,” you replied, waving him off.

He didn’t press, but you knew him well enough to see the flicker of doubt in his eyes.

When you stood to grab another drink, your sleeve caught on the corner of the table, pulling up just enough to expose the fresh marks on your arm. You froze, yanking it back down, but not before Grayson saw.

“Sweetheart,” he said, his voice low and steady, the way he always spoke when he was trying to keep his emotions in check.

“It’s nothing,” you blurted out. Panic rose in your chest as you turned away from him. “I’m fine.”

“Don’t do that,” he said softly, standing and taking a step closer.

“I said I’m fine, Grayson.” You tried to move away, but he caught your wrist. Not hard, not forcefully, just enough to stop you.

“Please don’t shut me out,” he murmured.

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you bit your lip, shaking your head. “I didn’t want you to see.”

“Why?” his voice broke slightly. “Because you think I’d judge you?”

You didn’t respond, couldn’t respond. The shame was too much, twisting in your stomach like a knife.

Grayson’s grip on your wrist loosened, and he gently turned you to face him. “Look at me,” he said quietly.

You hesitated before meeting his gaze. His gray eyes were full of concern, not judgment, not disgust — just raw, unfiltered care.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice cracking. “I didn’t want you to think I’m weak."

“Y/n,” his tone was firm but impossibly gentle. “I don’t think that. Not for a second.”

You looked down, unable to hold his gaze. “I thought I was doing better. I didn’t want you to see how bad it’s gotten.”

Grayson reached out, his hand resting lightly on your arm, just above where your sleeve covered the scars. “You don’t have to hide this from me,” he said softly. “I’m not going anywhere.”

The tears you’d been holding back spilled over, and before you knew it, you were in his arms. He held you tightly, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other rested against your back, anchoring you to him.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured again, your voice muffled against his chest.

“Stop apologizing,” his lips brushed against your hair. “You’re not weak, not even close. You’re human, and you’re hurting, and I want to help. If you’ll let me.”

You nodded against him, clinging to his shirt like it was the only thing keeping you steady.

“You don’t have to go through this alone,” he said quietly. “I’m here. No matter how hard it gets, I’m here.”

For the first time in days, the weight on your chest felt just a little lighter. And in his arms, you let yourself believe that maybe you could start to heal, one step at a time, with him by your side.

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mintyys-blog · 3 months ago

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pietro maximoff x pregnant! reader: The Speed of Consequences

WARNINGS: implied sex, pregnancy, reader falls down stairs

The night of the party had been a mistake. That much was clear. You woke up in a strange bed, tangled in sheets that smelled faintly of cologne and alcohol, with Pietro Maximoff lying beside you. The memories of what had happened the night before were hazy at best—flashes of laughter, his teasing smirk, and the two of you disappearing into the nearest guest room after too many drinks.

When the reality of the situation hit you, you bolted upright, your heart hammering in your chest.

“Oh, no. No, no, no,” you whispered, pulling the sheet around yourself as Pietro stirred.

He blinked up at you, his silver hair a mess, his usual cocky expression replaced with confusion. “Morning, dragă. What’s—”

“Don’t,” you cut him off, scrambling out of bed and frantically gathering your clothes. “This never happened, okay? We were drunk, and it’s not going to happen again.”

Pietro frowned, sitting up slowly. “If that’s what you want…”

“It is,” you said firmly, though the crack in your voice betrayed your nerves. “Just—keep quiet. Please.”

His blue eyes lingered on you for a moment before he nodded. “Alright. I won’t say a word.”

And with that, you slipped out of the room, determined to put the whole incident behind you.

The nausea had been the first sign. Then the fatigue, the cravings, the slight rounding of your stomach that no amount of baggy clothes could hide. You hadn’t needed a test to confirm it, but you took one anyway.

Positive.

You were pregnant. And Pietro was the father.

Panic gripped you as you stared at the little stick in your hand. There was no way you could tell anyone, especially not Tony. Your adoptive father was protective on a good day, and the idea of explaining a drunken one-night stand with someone on the team? That would push him over the edge.

As for Pietro… You couldn’t even begin to imagine how he’d react.

So you made a decision. You would keep the baby, but no one could know.

For a few months, everything seemed normal—or as normal as life could be when you were part of the Avengers. Pietro kept his word and acted as if nothing had happened. You avoided being alone with him, and things between you settled into an uneasy truce.

But then, the signs began to appear.

At first, it was small things—declining alcohol at team celebrations, claiming you were “cutting back.” Brushing off offers of coffee during late-night mission briefings, saying it made you jittery. Then came the nausea, which you blamed on food poisoning, and the sudden aversion to certain smells, like the cologne Tony had worn for years.

Sam was the first to notice.

“You’ve been eating a lot of weird stuff lately,” he commented one afternoon as you sat on the couch with a jar of pickles and a bag of chips. “Pickles and chips? Really?”

You shrugged, trying to play it off. “Don’t knock it till you try it.”

But he gave you a suspicious look, and you could feel Pietro’s gaze on you from across the room.

“Uh-huh,” Sam said, smirking. “You’re not pregnant, are you?”

Your heart stopped.

Tony, sitting nearby, barked out a laugh. “Good one, Wilson. Y/N? Pregnant? Not a chance.”

Pietro froze, his face going pale as realization dawned on him. His eyes darted to you, and you quickly looked away, your hands trembling as you clutched the jar of pickles.

Sam’s joke passed without further comment, but you could feel the tension between you and Pietro growing.

Later that evening, you were in the kitchen, pretending to be busy while your heart raced. You knew Pietro had figured it out. The way he had looked at you during the meeting—wide-eyed, stunned—it was only a matter of time before he confronted you.

And you were right.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Pietro said, appearing in the doorway like a ghost.

You jumped, clutching the edge of the counter. “Pietro. I—I’m just busy.”

“Cut the act, Y/N,” he said, his voice quieter now but no less intense. He stepped closer, his expression unreadable. “It’s mine, isn’t it?”

You opened your mouth to deny it, to lie, but the words wouldn’t come.

“Yes,” you whispered finally, your voice barely audible. “It’s yours.”

He stared at you, his usual smirk nowhere to be found. For once, Pietro Maximoff was speechless.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked after a moment, his voice raw.

“I didn’t want you to feel obligated,” you said quickly. “I can handle this on my own. I don’t need anything from you.”

Pietro frowned, running a hand through his hair. “You think I’d just walk away? That I wouldn’t care?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “I don’t know how you’d react, and I couldn’t risk it. Tony would lose his mind if he found out. The team would—”

“Forget the team,” Pietro interrupted, his tone sharp. “Forget Stark. This is our kid, Y/N. I have a right to know.”

Tears pricked at your eyes, and you quickly turned away. “I didn’t mean for this to happen, Pietro. I don’t even know how to do this.”

“Neither do I,” he said softly, stepping closer. “But we’ll figure it out. Together.”

You looked at him, searching his face for any sign of hesitation or doubt. But all you saw was determination.

“Okay,” you said finally, your voice shaking.

A week later, everything came crashing down—literally.

You were rushing down the stairs in Stark Tower, late for a meeting, when your foot slipped. You felt your body lurch forward, your hands grabbing at the railing, but it was too late. You tumbled down the steps, landing hard at the bottom with a sharp cry of pain.

“Y/N!” Pietro was at your side in an instant, his speed blurring as he knelt beside you.

“I’m fine,” you tried to insist, wincing as you clutched your arm.

“You’re not fine,” Pietro snapped, his voice tight with panic. “You could’ve hurt yourself—or the baby!”

The room went silent.

“What?” Tony’s voice cut through the air like a knife.

You froze, your blood turning to ice as you slowly turned to see your adoptive father standing at the top of the stairs, his face a mixture of confusion and anger.

“The baby?” Tony repeated, his eyes narrowing.

Pietro’s face went pale. “I—”

“It’s true,” you blurted out, cutting him off. “I’m… pregnant.”

Tony’s expression shifted, disbelief turning into something harder to read. “And Pietro’s the father?”

“…Yes,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

For a moment, no one spoke. Then Tony let out a sharp breath, running a hand through his hair. “Unbelievable. You’ve been hiding this? From me?”

“I didn’t want to disappoint you,” you said quickly, tears stinging your eyes. “I didn’t know how to tell you.”

Tony stared at you for a long moment before his gaze shifted to Pietro. “You. Come with me.”

Pietro glanced at you, his expression torn, before standing and following Tony up the stairs.

Hours later, Pietro found you sitting in the medbay, your arm in a sling. He hesitated in the doorway before walking over, his movements uncharacteristically slow.

“How’d it go?” you asked, your voice shaky.

“He’s… not thrilled,” Pietro admitted, sitting beside you. “But he’ll come around. Eventually.”

You nodded, staring down at your hands.

Pietro reached over, placing a hand on yours. “You scared me, dragă. When I saw you fall…” He trailed off, his voice thick with emotion.

“I didn’t mean for any of this to happen,” you said softly.

“I know,” he said. “But it did. And we’re in this together now. Okay?”

You looked up at him, his blue eyes filled with determination, and for the first time in months, you felt a glimmer of hope.

“Okay,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

And for the first time, you believed it.

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dead-boys-club · 6 months ago

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† stop it. : tenko.

❥ 5+1 - college au. ❥ requested. ❥ no warnings; repetitive, maybe. ❥ a/u: .. i am just doing my best to get out requests. ( ps: this is trash. )

it was late in the shared apartment, and both you and tenko were cramming for an upcoming exam. books and notes were scattered across the tables, some on the floor, and the only sound in the room was the soft scribbling of pens, a few frustrated signs and the occasional breathy curse.

you glanced up from your notes, rubbing your tired eyes, only to find tenko already looking at you. his red eyes were focused, the soft glow from the desk lamp casting a shadow across his face. it wasn’t new for him to be quiet, but the way he was staring at you - calm, observant - made your heart skip a beat.

you blinked, caught off guard by the intensity of his gaze. “what?”

he didn’t flinch, his eyes never leaving yours. “you look like you're going to pass out..” he said, his voice low, almost concerned.

you laughed softly, trying to shake off the sudden warmth blooming in your chest. “yeah, well, so do you.”

“i'm sure,” he murmured, “but you should take a break.”

unable to meet his gaze any longer, you returned to your book. "stop it."

“stop what?” he asked, his tone casual.

"looking at me like that."

tenko didn't respond, and you hadn't expected him to, but you could feel his gaze linger before he went back to his work.

it was raining outside, the sound of raindrops against the windowpane filling the quiet of the apartment. you were resting back against the arm of the couch, legs over tenko's lap while he gamed. you were wrapped up in a book while he played some video game, hoodie pulled up.

you hadn’t meant to, but your gaze drifted toward him, watching the way his hands moved across the controller, his face set in concentration. he looked so at ease and you wondered how someone who seemed so distant could also seem so painfully present and focused.

suddenly, tenko glanced over at you. his brow arched slightly, but there was a small, amused smirk on his lips.

“what?” he asked.

you quickly looked away, your cheeks burning as you sank a bit. “nothing.”

he didn’t push it, he never did, but you could feel his eyes on you, watching you for a few more seconds before he went back to his game. the moment hung in the air, and you couldn’t help the soft smile that crept onto your face, hoping your book was high enough to hide yourself.

you were sick. beyond miserable, curled up in bed with a fever, your head pounding. tenko had noticed earlier in the day, but you didn’t expect much beyond the usual “get well soon” comment.

he knocked on your door before nudging into your room, holding a tray with tea and a bowl of soup, kind of startling you. his usual aloof expression was gone, replaced by something softer - something almost gentle.

“here,” he said, setting the tray on your nightstand. “you still have to eat and i know you don't feel like getting up.”

you blinked, sitting up slowly. “you... made this?”

tenko shrugged, looking almost embarrassed. “it’s just soup.” he rolled his eyes for effect.

but as you looked at him - really looked at him - you felt that familiar flutter in your chest again. his eyes held a softness you weren’t used to seeing, and for a moment, it was hard to breathe.

“stop it,” you murmured.

he frowned, confused. “Stop what?”

the smile you offered was weak. “looking at me like that.”

tenko didn't answer, like always, and just sat on the edge of your bed. he wasn't going to leave until you ate.

sunday morning meant being able to relax and enjoy at least a moment of peace. you were cooking breakfast while he lingered by the counter, cleaning up things behind you.

you were trying to focus on the pancakes in front of you, but tenko kept looking at you - subtle glances that you could feel even without seeing him. it wasn't unusual for him to be looking at you, you'd noted a long time ago, but there was a certain intensity that wasn't normal.

“seriously, what is it?” you finally asked, turning to face him.

tenko glanced around, a little confused, before looking back to you. 'huh?'

“you keep looking at me.”

he shrugged, his hands in his hoodie pockets. “just thinking.”

“about?”

there was a long pause and you'd returned to cooking, assuming he wasn't going to answer. however, you heard the rustle of his clothes as he shifted, speaking quietly, “you.”

your heart skipped a beat, the casual confession catching you completely off guard. you hadn't even realized you went to turn a pancake and instead let it drip and break back into the pan.

“stop it.”

“stop what?”

you shook your head, smiling to yourself. “doing that.”

it was late at night during break, both of you tangled up on the couch, the physical affection a common occurrence. your head was on his shoulder, one of his legs over your own.

you were both sitting there in comfortable silence. you hadn’t meant to look up, but when you did, you found tenko looking over to you.

“what?” you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

he didn’t respond right away, just kept looking at you with that same quiet intensity that always made your heart race. you didn't give him the chance to respond.

“stop it,” you murmured, your cheeks warming under his gaze.

“stop what?” he asked, his voice quieter now, more serious.

“looking at me like that.”

tenko said nothing, but you could see the faint smile that formed on his lips before turning his attention back to the t.v.

+1.

sitting at the table, conversing and laughing over takeout, the world seemed at peace for the both of you. exams were the next day and you both needed a sense of calm. something, however, felt different.

you were laughing at something, mid-sentence, when tenko interrupted you.

“stop it.”

you blinked, your laughter fading as you looked at him, all too familiar with your words being parroted back to you. “stop what?”

he sighed, running a hand through his messy black hair as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes focused on you with an intensity that took your breath away.

“looking at me like that..”

oh. it didn't feel so good being on the other end. “what do you mean?”

“you keep looking at me like i’m… like i’m something more,” he muttered, his voice low and rough, almost vulnerable. “and it’s driving me crazy.”

your heart raced, your pulse pounding in your ears as you realized what he was saying. “tenko, i—”

before you could finish, tenko leaned forward, his eyes locking onto yours. “stop looking at me like you're in love with me unless you are,” he whispered, his voice barely audible but filled with something raw, something real. “because i’ve been looking at you the same way.”

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fandom-smut-shots · 2 months ago

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Iwaizumi x reader - Forehead Kiss

GN!reader. Inspired by a dream I had about an ex. I got hung up on the hurt/comfort aspect of it and embellished it into a fic. College-aged characters. Goddamn it feels good to write again! Words: 3,332

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The hustle and bustle of the local mall wasn’t nearly loud enough to distract you from the familiar face you spotted at the other end of the food court. You shrunk down in your seat, hiding behind Sugawara who sat to your right. The silver-haired former setter lifted a brow in response, espresso-colored eyes scanning the mall to confirm his suspicions as to why you had suddenly ducked. He nodded curtly to himself upon spying Oikawa and Iwaizumi stationed in line at one of the food counters, having not noticed the two of you sitting at a table.

“Do not let him see me,” you whimpered, unable to even lift your gaze to look at Suga’s face.

Suga scoffed in response. “What kind of best friend do you think I am?”

Having suddenly lost your appetite, you closed the to-go container in which your food had been served before pushing it away from you. Your hand grasped the plastic cup that contained your boba tea, cradling it to your chest as you gnawed nervously on the tip of the straw.

The former setter wrapped a comforting arm around your shoulders, packing up his own leftovers before glancing down at you. He tilted his head in a silent question, and after inhaling deeply, you offered a nod in response. He kept his arm around you as he stood from his seat, gently coaxing you to follow suit. Stepping around the table, the two of you made your way out of the food court, Suga positioning himself between you and the two former Aoba Johsai players so that they were less likely to catch a glimpse of you. Considering how your relationship with the former ace had ended, you didn’t anticipate Iwaizumi attempting to approach you. But Oikawa had a habit of shoving his nose where it didn’t belong, and you were almost certain he would try to strike up a conversation with you just to see you and Iwaizumi in the same room.

As you and Suga ventured through the mall in search of the exit, you kept your gaze on the ground, failing to notice a pair of olive eyes glazed with remorse following your figure.

Sugawara had been there for you throughout your breakup with Iwaizumi. Having been your best friend since middle school, the setter had half a mind to track down the wing spiker and give him a piece of his mind. But you’d begged him to leave it alone, to let you just process the breakup without any altercations.

After leaving the mall, Suga took you back to your apartment. You didn’t bother welcoming him inside – you’d spend the night with one another enough times that your apartment was like his second home, as his apartment was yours.

“How are you feeling?” the silver-haired man inquired, plopping down on your couch and watching as you dropped down beside him. He extended an arm, allowing you to snuggle into his side with a heavy exhale.

Every once in a while, a passerby would catch sight of how cuddly the two of you were and question why you and Suga weren’t dating, especially after Iwaizumi had broken up with you.

You’d never looked at Suga that way, and besides, you’d walked in on him and Daichi enough times to know that the silver-haired boy definitely didn’t play for your team.

“Exhausted,” you sighed. “I thought I was over it, but seeing him today, even from afar…” Your gaze dropped to your lap, feeling ashamed as old feelings began to bubble in your chest.

“I get it,” Suga nodded supportively. “He was a big part of your life, and honestly, your breakup was kind of bullshit. Plus, you haven’t seen him since that night, have you?”

You shook your head. “No, I haven’t. And since we went to different colleges, I didn’t think I’d run into him. We didn’t really like hanging out in the same places.”

Again, the former setter nodded. “It was probably just a fluke. He was with Oikawa – you know how social that guy is. I don’t think Iwaizumi spends much time at the mall or any social setting when Oikawa isn’t around.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” you nodded, finally glancing up at your best friend. “There’s a new episode of The Resident.”

He offered you a grin, and that was all the agreement you needed before you were reaching for the TV remote.

Two weeks later, you found yourself fidgeting with your fingers as you stood on the porch of Kuroo and Tsukishima’s shared house. To your left stood Sugawara and Daichi, who offered you reassuring smiles as Suga reached out to knock upon the door. You’d all been invited over to celebrate Kuroo’s birthday, and you’d anticipated, before receiving confirmation from Tsukishima, that it would be a large gathering of former volleyball players. The chemistry major never lacked acquaintances, and his idea of a party was boisterous and busy. But you were hoping that so many people packed into one building meant there would be plenty of interference to protect you in case a certain former wing spiker decided to make an appearance.

“Hey, hey, hey!” the familiar crow of Bokuto found your ears the second you set food inside the house. You turned to the right to find him lingering in the entryway of the kitchen, bottles of various alcohols clutched in either hand. "Glad you guys could come! Can I make anyone a drink?”

Normally, you weren’t much of a drinker, but you figured you might need something to take the edge off tonight. With a nod, you followed the owl-haired man into the kitchen, waving to Suga and Daichi as you parted ways.

You managed to make small talk with Bokuto, which consisted primarily of listening to his enthusiastic stories about playing for MSBY, while you sipped your drink, cautiously taking note of the fact that you’d yet to see any former Aoba Johsai players at the party. You refused to allow yourself to relax, however. You hadn’t anticipated seeing Oikawa and Iwaizumi at the mall – you couldn’t get too comfortable just because the house was packed with Karasuno, Nekoma, and Fukurodani alumni.

“(Y/n)-chan!” cooed a familiar voice, and you nearly dropped your Solo cup in surprise.

“Oikawa,” you greeted stiffly, refusing to meet his gaze. You could feel your heart pounding faster in your chest, and you willed yourself to calm down, the plastic cup in your hand crinkling in protest as your fingers tightened around it.

“Long time, no see!” the brunet chirped as though you were long-time friends instead of his best friend’s ex-girlfriend.

“Yeah,” you replied curtly, keeping your eyes low and desperately hoping you spontaneously developed telepathy and could summon Suga to your side.

Fate was not your friend tonight, it seemed.

“Oikawa, where did you- oh. (y/n).”

You’d know that voice anywhere. On the radio, over speakerphone, across a crowded airport.

“I have to go,” you forced out, slamming your cup onto the nearest counter and shuffling out of the kitchen as quickly as humanly possible.

The air grew thin as you weaved in-between drunken college students poorly attempting to dance. You frantically scanned every inch of every room for your silver-haired sanctuary, your eyes brimming with unshed tears the longer you looked.

“(y/n)?” came Suga’s soothing voice, and you choked back a sob upon finding him seated on the couch beside Daichi. You collapsed onto the seat beside him, and Suga offered Daichi an apologetic smile before pulling you onto his lap.

“Are you alright?” the brunet inquired gently, having a good idea as to what has caused such distress in such a short amount of time. You managed to shake your head from where it was nestled in Suga’s neck, your fingers clutching at his shirt.

“I’m sorry,” you gasped. “I-I didn’t mean to interrupt-“

“Don’t apologize,” Suga murmured, his warm hand rubbing gently across your back. “I didn’t see them, so I was hoping they wouldn’t be here, or at the very least that they wouldn’t approach you.”

“Was it Oikawa?” Daichi questioned, recalling how outgoing the setter was.

You nodded, inhaling a deep, shaky breath.

“What did he say?” Suga asked, resting his head atop yours.

“Nothing,” you whimpered. “He just... He came up to me and tried to make small talk like we were old friends. And of course he came looking for Oikawa and I just-“

Suga shushed you softly. “It’s a lot to handle. Neither of them should be bothering you after what Iwaizumi did.”

“Do you want to head home?” Daichi asked. “I’d be happy to give you a ride.”

“No, you guys are enjoying the party,” you exhaled a sigh. “Just keep him away from me.”

You shifted out of Suga’s lap, taking the empty cushion beside him instead. Daichi hesitated to ensure that you didn’t need any extra physical comfort before he shuffled closer to his boyfriend and dropped his head onto Suga’s shoulder.

The living room had become the center of dancing and groping, and while it wasn’t your idea of visual entertainment, you appreciated the sheer number of people blocking your view of the kitchen. Feeling distanced from the two former Aoba Johsai players, you allowed yourself a deep breath, closing your eyes as you exhaled. Your weight sank into the couch beneath you, and your senses filled with the atrocious techno that Kuroo had selected for his party playlist.

“(y/n), can we talk-“

No sooner had you opened your eyes than Suga leapt from his spot on the couch and stood firmly between you and Iwaizumi.

“Why is this so difficult for you to grasp?” the silver-haired former setter growled, and Daichi rose to place a hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder. Few had ever seen the rage currently burning in Suga’s eyes, which meant that Iwaizumi had few precious moments before he would be on the floor nursing a bloody nose.

“Suga, don’t,” you pleaded, touching his other arm. “I’m just going to go. Say goodbye to Kuroo for me.”

You weaved around the trio, squeezing in-between drunk partygoers to make your way to the front door. You could only hope Iwaizumi would take the hint and not follow you outside.

Luck, as it turned out, was not on your side.

The chill of the November air nipped at your ears and nose as you stumbled out of Kuroo’s house and took a seat on the porch steps. The cold from the stone beneath you seeped into your legs, cooling your entire body and you wrapped your arms around yourself in a poor attempt at conserving your body heat. You’d come to the party with Sugawara in Daichi’s car, and your apartment was a bit too long of a walk, especially alone and in this weather. But you felt bad pulling them away from the party when they had been enjoying themselves perfectly fine without your drama, so you sat by yourself, contemplating the series of events that had led to this moment.

At least, you’d hoped you were by yourself.

A figure dropped their weight onto the icy step beside you, and you didn’t have to look to know who it was. One inhale through your nose filled your senses with an all-too familiar cologne; one you’d bought him for his birthday because you’d sampled it at a boutique and thought it smelled delicious.

You kept your gaze down, tightening your grip on yourself as though that would hide you away from him, somehow.

“(y/n), please.”

You could hear the desperation in his voice. It wasn’t a tone one often heard coming from the former wing spiker.

You squeezed your eyes closed before opening them, slowly turning your head to face the man you’d once loved so deeply.

If you were being honest, you still loved him. But he’d made it clear that he didn’t love you, so you had to tuck that part of you away.

“What?” you demanded, your voice much softer than you’d hoped it would be. All the spite and anger you’d once harbored in your chest had faded, leaving heartbreak and exhaustion in its wake. You gazed up at the brunet with hard, sad eyes, lips slightly parted, your breath visible as you exhaled into the frosty air.

He swallowed thickly, his brow furrowing at the sight of sheer hurt etched into your features. “I’m sorry,” he managed to whisper.

You’d desired an apology for so long. An apology, an explanation, a retraction. Any combination thereof.

But it had been too long now, and you couldn’t forgive him without proper closure. “For what? What exactly are you sorry for, Iwaizumi?”

He visibly winced at the sound of his surname falling from your lips, rather than his given name or, your preferred nickname, “Haji.”

“For lying to you,” he exhaled, his left hand reaching out towards yours that still had a tight grasp on your sleeve. He stopped just shy of actually touching your skin, as though he was suddenly unsure of how you’d react. “For telling you that you could never be as important to me as my career. For using university and the distance as an excuse to avoid telling you what I was truly afraid of.”

As you’d done many times since, you suddenly recalled the breakup as though it’d happened yesterday. You and Iwaizumi had met in high school, as first years, during one of the training games between Karasuno and Aoba Johsai. You’d gotten to know the former ace over the years, and he’d gotten the courage to ask you out about halfway through your second year of high school. From then on, you’d been inseparable, save for the distance between your homes and the struggle of trying to spend time together in between homework and volleyball practices. Everyone thought you were high school sweethearts that would last, go to college together, get an apartment and perhaps a dog, and have a romantic story to tell your future children.

Everyone including you.

But then it came time to apply for university, and though you’d always told one another that it didn’t matter where either of you went, that blissful fantasy shattered as though it’d been hit with a mallet once you each received your acceptance letters.

To different colleges in different towns.

You’d been insistent that it could still work out. You’d gotten used to the long distance struggles, and since Iwaizumi had explicitly stated that he didn’t plan on continuing volleyball through university, there was one less obstacle standing between you.

Iwaizumi, apparently, had a different perspective.

He’d shut down every suggestion you made regarding how to navigate your long distance relationship into college life. It was almost as though he didn’t want to continue, like he was looking for a reason to break up with you and decided to pin it on life events instead of taking responsibility. He’d told you that college was too important, that he had to focus if he wanted to make something of himself, that your relationship would probably fizzle out eventually, anyway, so you might as well just end it.

That was the last you’d heard from him.

“What was the real reason, then?” you asked, unable to stop yourself from gazing into his deep green eyes and feeling all of the emotions he was hiding inside them.

“I was afraid to lose you,” he whispered, as though speaking any louder would scare you away. “I knew that you would love your university, and whatever program you decided to major in. I knew that you’d make new friends, meet new guys who had more to offer you, like living nearby. I couldn’t handle the idea of being in a relationship when we went to separate colleges, then losing you because you found a better life without me in it and you were tired of me holding you back.”

Your heart thundered in your chest, certainly loud enough that he could hear it. Your hands released the fabric of your shirt so that you could let one drift towards Iwaizumi, where he had left his hand resting on the pavement beneath you out of fear that you would push him away. You weren’t quite brave enough to take his hand in yours, but you did let your fingers brush against his, and a chill crawled up your spine at the contact.

“For what it’s worth,” you murmured, unable to tear your gaze away, “I haven’t dated anyone, local or otherwise. I... I couldn’t think about dating anyone but you.”

“I’m sorry,” he exhaled, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours. “I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

“Now that you’ve told me the truth,” you began, your fingers slowly dancing further onto his hand, “and we’ve established that your plan sucked, what are we going to do about it?”

“I’m going to beg for a second chance,” the brunet responded nearly immediately, turning his hand over in order to lace his fingers through yours. “I’m in love with you. I have been since high school, and I was so stupid to think I could ever get on without you.”

“I don’t hear any begging,” you countered, trying and failing to keep the smirk from your lips.

He caught it, and the corner of his mouth tugged upwards as well. “Please, please, (y/n). Would you be my girlfriend again?”

You couldn’t help the grin that stretched across your face. “Yeah, Haji, I think I will.”

His grin rivaled yours, and he lifted his head to press a tender kiss to your forehead. You melted into the contact, shuffling closer to him and tilting your head up to look at him once he pulled away. The hand that wasn’t intertwined with yours found purchase on your chin, his thumb softly rubbing into your skin. His head dipped down, his nose nudging yours. Your eyes fluttered closed as he shifted forward, his lips slotting perfectly against yours. You hummed into the kiss, no longer aware of the cold biting your skin or seeping into your pants. Iwaizumi made a noise low in his throat before he deepened the kiss, the hand on your chin sliding to the back of your head and grasping lightly at your hair. Your free hand rose up to rest on his forearm, and you stifled a whimper at the feel of his toned muscles from years of volleyball under your fingers.

“I should get you inside,” he murmured, reluctantly pulling away. “I’d hate for my partner to turn into a popsicle right after I won them back.”

You giggled softly. “That’s a good idea.” You untangled yourself from his grasp and rose to your feet, accepting the hand that he offered to you and lacing your fingers through his once more. He led you back into Kuroo’s house, where the party was still raging on. Bokuto, the adorable lightweight that was, had passed out on the couch, stretched across Akaashi’s lap. The latter appeared unfazed, scrolling on his phone with one hand while the other combed through black and silver hair.

The space on the couch beside Sugawara was empty, so you led Iwaizumi that way. He hesitated once the former setter came into view, and Suga’s eyes narrowed upon seeing the two of you so close. But once he glanced down and saw your joined hands, he smiled softly, deciding that he would back off until he received a full recap from you.

Iwaizumi sensed the shift in the mood and allowed himself to relax. He dropped onto the couch and pulled you down onto his lap, his arms secure around your waist. You faced Suga and Daichi, making small talk about the other partygoers as though you hadn’t been on the verge of a panic attack just an hour previous. You settled comfortably against Iwaizumi’s chest, deciding that the logistics of your newly rekindled relationship could wait a few more days.

#reader insert #fluff #writers block #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu iwaizumi #forehead kiss

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A Heart Divided -6-

[6]The Monster’s Deal

Summary: You are stuck in a trance, leaving Eddie and the others to find a way to save you. Can they reach you in time? Or are they too late?

Warning: swearing, blood, reader being vecna’d.

Tagged: @somethingvicked @ali-r3n @mirandasidefics @mewchiili @erisdogwood @hufflepuffobsessedwithmarvel @yourdailymemedelivery @pretendthisnameisclever @sadbitchfangirl

You hadn’t planned on going to Reefer Rick’s abandoned lake house, but after your plan to leave town had hit a wall due to running out of petrol, you had no choice but abandon Steve’s car, to cross the lake and head to the lake house, where you had been hiding for the past week or so. Thankfully, Rick hid the spare key so you could go inside. However, you were running low on food and supplies, unsure how long you could stay, especially as you had constant headaches and nose bleeds. Not to mention the nightmares of the people close to you abandoning you, leaving you alone with monsters.

The only thing that kept you calm at the moment was music. Unfortunately, you couldn’t have it too loud, as it would expose you. So, you had your Human Racing cassette which was left in Steve’s car, playing it on low volume on Rick’s cassette player, but enough for you to hear. During your stay, you had contemplated on whether or not to go back home or go to another town. You didn’t want to leave your friends behind, especially Chrissy and Steve. And even though you missed Eddie, you were sure that he still wanted nothing to do with you, even after you had left him a letter and your diary. You sighed, as you sat up on the couch , after waking up from your nap. You could’ve sworn that you saw an unfamiliar short haired girl kneeling in front of you. But you shook it off, thinking you only just dreamt about her. As soon as you got up from the couch, you grabbed a cup in the kitchen, filling it with water, deciding on your next move when you heard someone calling you. You gasped and turned to find Eddie standing in the middle of the kitchen.

“E-Eddie?” You stammered. “How did you get in here? I locked-“

“You really think that writing that stupid letter would change anything between us?” Eddie interjected, as he approached you. “Do you think anyone wants you around after everything?” Your eyes widened, as you noticed that his brown eyes were replaced with soulless white eyes, as he growled with a monstrous tone, “Everyone is better off without you.”

It was all in your head. In reality, you were stuck in a trance with no one in front of you, not hearing Eddie’s plea for you to snap out of it. With no other choice, Eddie punched his fist through the window, breaking it before anyone could stop him.

Eddie yelled in pain, as his bloodied hand reached the handle on the other side, unlocking the door.

As soon as the door opened, Eddie ran to you, placing his hands on your shoulder, as he called your name, trying to wake you up.

As the others gathered around you, a tearful Eddie pleaded, “Sweetheart, please! Please, wake up!”

Steve, Lucas and Dustin did the same, while Wayne was trying to figure out what was going on.

“No, get away from me!” You shouted at the possessed Eddie, as you stepped back, only for you to be backed up against the counter.

“You cannot escape, child,” the possessed Eddie retorted, as he grabbed your throat, almost choking you.

You struggled to break free from his grip when you noticed the cup sitting in the sink. You reached for it, gripping it tightly, before smashing it against his head. He growled in pain, pressing his hands against the injury, releasing you from his grasp.

You moved away slowly, as the person transitioning in front of you moved its claws, revealing a monstrous creature. As soon as it turned to you, you immediately ran of the lake house.

However, instead of running to the lake, you found yourself in a blood-red terrain, with a fractured house in the middle. You had stopped running, and looked at your surroundings, before finding four pillars in front of you. You slowly approached the pillars, getting a better view of them when you noticed four mangled bodies tied to the pillars, bounded by vines.

You blood ran cold, as you realised who they were. You gasped, as you saw the first face in front of you. “Max?”

You placed your hand on her shoulder when you abruptly had a vision of Max’s body rising up in a dark attic, before her body snapped and her eyes gouged out by an invisible entity while a terrified Lucas watched. You gasped, as you stepped back, before shifting your attention to Patrick McKinney and Fred Benson.

“Patrick…Fred…” You sniffled, as you touched both their arms, seeing visions of how they met the same fate, with Patrick dying in Lover’s Lake and Fred, in the middle of the road.

You stepped away, and turned to the last victim. You gasped, before you clapped your hands to your mouth, sobbing uncontrollably as you approached your best friend bound to the pillar.

You then placed your hands on her face before embracing her lifeless body, as you sobbed, “Not you too, Chrissy. Please, not you too!”

You then saw a vision Chrissy’s body rising up in front of a petrified Eddie, before watching her die in front of him, as he screamed.

“What are you doing?” A dark voice growled, causing you to turn around, finding the same monster approaching you. You slowly stepped back before turning away, running as fast as you could when you suddenly felt something slimy grabbing your ankle, causing you to fall forward. You screamed, as you felt your body being dragged back, before you had your back against the door. You tried to move, but the vines rapidly gripped your arms and legs, as well as your neck.

You struggled to break away as the monster approached you, as it spoke, “Don’t be afraid. It will be over soon.”

Your eyes widened, as it raised it’s claw above your head.

“Please wake up now!” Eddie cried out, as he gently shook you, while Steve, Dustin and Lucas called out for you to come back as Wayne turned to the cassette player, remembering what an old friend told him a few years back…

“Music?” Wayne asked his friend Colin, who had worked in Pennhurst where the alleged murderer Victor Creel resided. “That’s what saved him?”

“That’s what I heard,” Colin replied. “Mind you, the man’s insane, so he could’ve said that to change his story.”

At once, Wayne grabbed the cassette player, bringing it closer to you when Dustin asked, “What are you doing?”

“Testing a theory,” Wayne replied, before turning up the volume.

You had shut your eyes tight, unsure of how you would be killed when you suddenly heard Nik Kershaw’s I Won’t Let The Sun Go Down On Me playing. You opened your eyes, seeing your body in the real world, being surrounded by Steve, Lucas, Dustin and Wayne, who were trying to you wake up when you heard Eddie calling you, as he rapidly tapped your shoulders.

You gasped, wondering what was going on when you heard the creature say, “They can’t help you.” It turned to you, before telling you. “You know that you don’t belong there, not anymore…”

You silently questioned the creature’s words, as it raised its claw above your head once more, as you shifted your attention from the portal to the pillars, as you wondered if the bodies were real or if you were imagining them there. If they weren’t in the creature’s dominion, then there was a chance that you could…

“Come on! Wake up please!” Eddie pleaded. “I need you-“

All of a sudden, your eyes changed from soulless white to your natural eye colour, as you gasped. You shut your eyes, collapsing to the floor, as Eddie and the others caught you.

A tearful Eddie held you close, as he sobbed, “Sweetheart…I-“

However, you pushed him away as you screamed, thinking that you were still in the creature’s domain.

Eddie tried to approach you again when you grabbed a shard of the broken cup, and slashed his cheek, causing him to scream in pain, as he covered his cut.

“Get away from me!” You screamed, as you turned around, running towards the lake.

Everyone called out to you, as they followed you. As an injured Eddie followed you, you ran into the lake, before frantically swimming away.

Dustin called out for you to come back, as Eddie ran to the boat. As soon as he got in, he pulled the cord on the back of the boat. However, there was no horsepower. He pulled again, before smacking it, as he yelled, “Come on, you piece of shit!”

Not waiting any longer for Eddie to get you, Steve removed most of his clothes, leaving his jeans on, before diving into the lake, following you.

You gasped for air as you continued to swim as fast as you could when you suddenly heard ringing in your ears, causing you to stop swimming, and your body to sink, as you replayed pieces of your encounter of the creature…

“Wait! Please wait!” You heard yourself say.

“..a deal?” You heard the creature asked.

“…in exchange…”

“…bring them…”

“…you’ll get your…”

You gasped for air, as you opened your eyes. You looked up at the ceiling, realising that you were no longer in Lover’s Lake, but in a hospital room, as you thought to yourself, How did I get here?

“She’s finally awake,” you heard someone say, as you sat up, when you heard a familiar sweet voice say, “Hey.”

You looked up, realising that Chrissy, Dustin Robin and Steve were in the room with you.

You turned to find Chrissy standing beside you. “Chrissy? Is that really you?” You asked, unsure if you were back in the real world or not.

“It’s definitely me,” Chrissy softly replied, as she stroked your head. Realising that you were back and that she wasn’t dead, you had let out a relieved gasp, before pulling her close for a hug, as you sobbed.

“You’re still alive,” you sniffled, before pulling away, as you asked, “What about Max? Fred? And Patrick? Are they all okay?”

The four of them gazed at you with confusion, as Robin told you, “Max’s waiting outside. I can get her if you want. I need to call Vickie anyway, she’ll be happy to hear that you’re finally awake.”

After you thanked her, you told her, “Tell her I said hi.”

Robin hugged you, before leaving the room. You then turned to Steve, beginning to apologise for taking his car and abandoning it.

“Listen, Steve. About your car…I’m sorry for taking it. I had intended on returning it-“

“Don’t worry about it,” Steve replied as he shook his head. “You’re safe. That’s more important.”

“How long have I been here?” You asked him and Chrissy.

“A few hours,” you heard Dustin respond. You turned to him, as he mentioned that your parents had been to visit along with your other friends, even the older Hellfire members, which surprised you. He then let you know that your sister was absent.

“That’s a shocker,” you sarcastically said, unsurprised by your sister’s absence.

Chrissy held your hand, as you asked the two boys, “How did I get here?”

Steve explained what happened when he and the others found you.

“One minute you were like a zombie, and the next you ran out and swam to the lake trying to get away. You started to drown by the time Eddie and I reached you-“

“Eddie was really there?” You remembered. After you had woken up from your trance, you thought that the monster had disguised itself as Eddie again, trying to pull you back into his domain.

“He’s actually in the room next to you,” Dustin informed you. “He’s having his hand and cheek stitched up.”

“What?”

“Yeah, he panicked at the sight of you and punched the glass so he could get inside.”

You couldn’t believe it. After everything that happened, Eddie came to find you.

But then, you remembered that you attacked him, thinking he was still the monster.

You looked down at your lap, as a tear fell down your cheek, feeling guilty for attacking him.

“Is he angry with me?” You asked.

“No, he’s worried about you.” Steve informed you, as he sat on the edge of the bed, before asking, “Why would he be angry with you?”

“Because I attacked him. I thought…I thought it was after me again,” you whispered.

Chrissy, Dustin and Steve turned to each other with confusion when you heard a knock on the door, before it opened.

It was Max.

“Hey,” she spoke, as she entered the room. “Robin said that you asked about me.”

“You also asked about Patrick and Fred? Why?” Dustin asked.

You turned to Chrissy and Max, before shifting your attention to Steve and Dustin, before replying, “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Try us,” Max said.

You looked down at your lap, trying to find a way to explain what you had seen.

You took a deep breath, before explaining, “While I was Rick’s, and even before then, I kept having these…constant headaches, and nosebleeds…”

Max and Chrissy showed shocked expressions on their faces, as you continued whilst staring at the boys, “When you guys found me, I thought I was alone when Eddie…someone I thought was Eddie, attacked me. When I thought that I had escaped, I ended up in this place…I can’t explain it, but I remember the pillars, and seeing…”

You then looked up at Chrissy and Max, before revealing, “You two, as well as Patrick and Fred, tied up against the pillars…”

You gasped for air, as tears fell down your cheeks, before describing the sight of their bodies.

You gazed at the four of them, who were silent, before you scoffed as you wiped away your tears, “I knew you guys didn’t believe me-“

“Of course we do,” Dustin replied, as he placed his hand on your shoulder, whilst Chrissy squeezed your hand. Steve, Dustin and Max had their suspicions that it could be something to do with the Upside Down.

“Totally,” Max said. “Was it the first time that it happened?”

You shook your head, before replying, “I heard someone the night before the race while everyone was arguing. And before the race started, I saw this…grandfather clock by the pool…”

Chrissy and Max silently expressed their shock at what you said, before you continued, “And as I swam, I saw some sort of monster swimming close by, which made me stop.”

Max remembered when you quickly got out of the pool during the race, realising that you shared the same vision of the clock as her.

“I know it sounds crazy-“

“It’s not,” Chrissy replied. “I saw a grandfather clock the day I met with Eddie. I too had been seeing things that weren’t there.”

You looked up, looking shocked when Max mentioned, “Same.”

You gazed at both girls when Steve remembered, “When we found you, Eddie kept saying ‘Not again.’ What did he mean?”

You looked at him with confusion, unsure what he meant when Chrissy chimed in, “I think I know why.”

You, Max, Dustin and Steve turned to Chrissy, as she told you, “I told you that I went to him for something to help with my nightmares.”

You nodded, as Chrissy admitted, “Well, I…I left out the rest of what happened, because I was scared that you might think that I was crazy or you would assume that something happened between me and Eddie.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, as Chrissy confessed, “After the game, I went to his trailer, as I wanted something stronger.”

Chrissy then told you what she had saw while Eddie went to find some ketamine, which shocked you, as you didn’t think Chrissy would ever touch something strong.

“One minute I was in my house, facing this monster, and the next I was back in the trailer.”

You turned to Max and the boys when Chrissy remembered, “There was something else…I remember hearing a song…I think it was Uptown Girl. I also saw Eddie approaching my body, trying to wake me up. While the monster was distracted, I somehow managed to escape.”

You gazed at your best friend when Dustin began to mention that people always say that Hawkins was cursed. “They weren’t wrong.” He then revealed to you and Chrissy about their previous encounters with the Upside Down, which shocked you, and yet strangely at the same time, it made sense to you what has been going on in Hawkins in the last few years. You and Chrissy were about to ask the others some questions when you heard a knock on the door revealing a nurse standing in the doorway. She smiled, as she greeted you.

“One of your friends told me that you’re awake,” the nurse informed you. “The doctor will be seeing you shortly.”

She then looked at her watch, before telling everyone else, “Visiting hours finished ages ago, you all should go home, get some sleep.”

After she had left, you told everyone, “You better do what she says.”

“We’ll be back tomorrow,” Chrissy told you, as she hugged you, before picking up her backpack whilst Dustin placed the spare supercom on the table. “If you need anything, contact one of us,” he told you, as he and Max hugged you.

“I will do,” you replied, as you felt Steve’s hand lightly tussling our hair, making you smile.

“See you later,” Steve said, as he moved his hand.

As soon as your friends left, you huffed whilst the nurse was telling you something. However, you didn’t listen to what she said, as you tried to remember what the monster told you in his domain.

Back outside, everyone else was in the hallway, about to leave when they saw Wayne and Roxy coming out of Eddie’s room.

“Again, I’m so sorry for causing trouble between her and your nephew,” they heard Roxy apologise. “I understand that he’s angry.”

“I think he’s more angry with himself. Give him time,” Wayne politely replied.

Roxy turned to see Chrissy and Max, who gave her a small smile. Roxy silently nodded at them before turning around to leave, as Wayne turned to find the others close by, and asked how you were.

“She’s finally awake,” Steve replied, causing Roxy to turn around. “The nurse had-“

“She’s awake?” They heard Eddie ask, as he dashed out of the room, about to go to yours when Wayne stopped him. “Take it easy, boy,” he told him.

“I need to see her.”

“You’ve just been stitched up. You need to rest. We all do.”

“Excuse me,” everyone turned to Roxy, who had cautiously approached them, before asking, “Do you think I can go and see her quickly? I just-“

“Absolutely not,” Eddie hissed.

“Eddie,” Wayne sternly said.

“No! I don’t care how sorry she is, she’s not seeing her.”

Roxy lowered her head, as she turned around and walked away, letting out a sniffle.

Chrissy and Max sympathetically watched her, before they turned to glare at Eddie.

“Seriously Eddie?” Max scolded.

“Well she shouldn’t have done it, no matter what the threats were,” Eddie retorted, commenting that you would be his friend again if it wasn’t for your sister and Roxy.

“Well maybe if you didn’t believe her sister in the first place, none of this would have happened!” Chrissy growled, which made Eddie’s face soften.

“Chrissy…”

“No! Instead of asking her for the truth, you chose to believe her sister. Everything that’s been happening is because you believed her lies!”

“Excuse me,” they heard the nurse sternly speak. They turned to her, as she scolded them, “Please your voices down, you’re disturbing the patients.”

Wayne apologised to her, before she went back to check on you.

“Chrissy,” Eddie began to speak. “I-“

“I’m gonna find Roxy,” Chrissy announced, before running off to find her.

Luckily, Roxy wasn’t far away. Chrissy managed to catch up to her as she called her name, “Roxy! Roxy wait!”

Roxy turned around, as Chrissy caught her breath, before apologising, “I’m sorry about Eddie.”

“Don’t be,” Roxy replied. “I can’t blame him for being angry.”

“Well, I told him that he shouldn’t have believed the lies in the first place.”

There was a short moment of silence, before Chrissy told her, “Listen, I’m coming back to see her again after school tomorrow, if you want to apologise to her.”

“What about Eddie?”

“Don’t worry about him. You’ve already apologised to him, right?”

Roxy nodded, before Chrissy told her, “So, I’m positive that his uncle will make sure that he doesn’t stop you from seeing her.”

Roxy gave her a small smile, as she thanked her.

“Hey!”

Chrissy heard Robin’s voice, as she ran towards her and Roxy with Lucas walking behind her.

“How is she now?” Lucas asked. “One of the nurses said that she was going to see her.”

“Well, she’s definitely been to hell and back,” Chrissy replied, as she crossed her arms. “We’ve just got kicked out for staying after visiting hours.”

There was a short moment of silence, before Roxy spoke up, “I should get going. I don’t want to leave my grandparents and Shaun alone for too long.”

As soon as her and Chrissy said goodbye, Roxy walked through the hallway before Robin asked, “Was that…?”

“Roxy,” Chrissy confirmed. “Yeah. Where are the others?”

“Mike and Nancy have left, they’ve taken the rest of the Hellfire club home. I tried to find her folks,” Lucas informed her. “But I couldn’t find them anywhere.”

Chrissy sighed, before telling them that she was going to the restroom. “Maybe I’ll bump into them on the way.”

She then asked Robin if she could get a ride with her and Steve. “Yeah, sure,” Robin replied. “I’ll let Steve know that you’re coming with us.”

Chrissy thanked her, before heading out to find the restroom, while Lucas and Robin went to find the others.

A few moments later, Lucas and Robin headed towards your room when they saw Wayne coming out of Eddie’s room while the others waited outside.

“And behave yourself, boy,” Wayne called out. “Don’t give the nurses any grief. Understand?”

“Yes sir,” they heard Eddie softly reply.

As soon as Wayne shut the door behind him, Robin greeted him and the others, before mentioning that she and Lucas ran into Chrissy earlier.

“Where is she now?” Steve asked. “Did she manage to find Roxy?”

“She did,” Lucas replied, before mentioning that Chrissy was going to the restroom and that she was going to see if she could find your parents. Robin then mentioned that Chrissy asked for a ride with her and Steve.

“I said it was okay,” Robin told Steve, who silently nodded, before telling Wayne that he and Robin were going to stay and search for your parents.

“We’ll stay and help,” Dustin suggested.

“I think I should drop you kids off home,” Wayne interjected, before telling Steve and Robin. “You go and find them.”

“We’ll be as quick as we can,” Steve told the others, before he and Robin began their search.

While Robin searched one end of the building, Steve searched the other end when he overheard someone saying in a rude tone, “It’s now too late to go and see her.”

At once, he recognised the voice as your mother. As he slowly approached the corner, he heard another familiar female voice. “Well, maybe if you weren’t yelling at me for coming here, you would’ve been able to see her,” the woman retorted, as Steve poked his head out to see who your mother was having an argument with. To his surprise, it was his estranged aunt, whom he had not seen in years, with a suitcase beside her.

Why’s she here? He thought to himself, as he questioned why she was talking to your parents. She couldn’t have been here all this time.

“Look dear,” your father calmly said to your mother. “We’ll come back tomorrow. She’s probably still not awake-“

“I don’t want her near our daughter!” Your mother interrupted, causing Steve’s aunt to scoff. “I don’t know why the hospital called her!”

“You might’ve raised her,” Steve’s aunt retorted. “But I’m the one who gave birth to her.”

“Only because you had an affair with my husband!”

Steve’s eyes widened as he heard the truth. Wait, what? Steve thought. It can’t be. She’s my…?

He snapped out of his thoughts as he heard one of the nurses telling the three adults to keep their voices down.

After your father apologised to the nurse, he turned to his wife and Steve’s aunt, and told them, “We’ll discuss this outside…”

“We will not,” his wife scoffed. “Birth mother or not, she’s not going to see her.”

As the adults were about to make a move, Steve quickly marched down the hallway, hoping to evade them. As he marched away, he muttered, “It can’t be true, can it? Surely mom would’ve-“

Steve abruptly stopped, as he noticed that the hallway lights were flickering. He looked up, and muttered, “What the hell?”

All of a sudden, he heard someone scream. At once, he ran towards where it was coming from.

Meanwhile, in your hospital room, as the lights flickered erratically , the monitor started beeping rapidly, causing the nurse to panic, as she ran out of the door, calling out for help.

“What’s going on?” Eddie called out, as he stood in his doorway.

“You stay where you are!” The nurse told him, as she ran to get help. Disobeying her orders, Eddie rushed to your room, finding your body going into a spasm. He began to panic, as he swiftly approached you, calling your name, begging for you to wake up…

In your mind, you were back in the monster’s domain.

“What do you want?” You bellowed, as you were tied to the vines once more, as you faced the creature.

“Have you forgotten our deal already?” It asked, as it moved closer.

You expressed confusion, not remembering what you had told it previously.

The monster growled, as it told you, “You promised to bring me four new souls in exchange for your friends. But to do that, you must join me…”

You shook your head, remembering the deal you made in order to spare Chrissy, Max, Patrick and Fred. However, you never made the deal to join the creature.

“No, no! That wasn’t part of the deal!”

You suddenly felt your body stiffen, as the monster raised its claw to you. You tried to break free, but you couldn’t get out of its grip, as it growled, “You have twenty four hours to join me. Otherwise, I will take your friends at all at once.”

Suddenly, you started seeing the original victims in your vision. First, you saw Max screaming in Wayne’s truck, seeing bloodied Billy sitting next to her. Next, you saw Patrick sitting in the corner of the room, covering his ears, blocking out his father’s verbal abuse. In the next vision, you saw Fred looking through his window, seeing a car on fire in the middle of the road, causing him to hyperventilate. Finally, you saw Chrissy on the floor next to the cubicle, covering her ears, drowning out her mother’s threats, as the cubicle door rattled.

“Stop!” You shouted at the monster. “Stop it! Leave them alone!”

“You join me, and they will be spared…”

“Come on! Wake up!” Eddie shouted, trying to explain explain wake you up when a doctor pulled him away, as the nurses tried to help you when all of a sudden, your body stopped spasming.

Eddie called out your name, unsure if you were unconscious or not when you suddenly gasped for air, realising that you were back to reality.

“Let go of me!” You looked up to find Eddie pulling himself away from the doctor, as you threw the bedsheet away from your body, attempting to get out of bed, when one of the nurses stopped you.

“Let me go,” you pleaded. “I need to find-“

“You need to rest,” the nurse retorted.

“You don’t understand, I need to-“

Before you could explain, the nurses pulled back to your bed, as you continued to scream. “I need to warn them! They’re in danger!”

Eddie’s eyes widened, as you continued to scream.

“Hey! Let go of her!” Eddie yelled, as he tried to pull them away from you when the doctor pushed him back, causing Eddie to knock the supercom off the table. Luckily, he caught it before it could break.

“You need to let us do our job,” the doctor sternly told him, before asking one of the nurses to escort Eddie out of the room.

“No! I’m not leaving her,” Eddie retorted, as you screamed.

The doctor turned to one of the other nurses to give you something to calm you down, as the nurse who had been looking after Eddie escorted him out of the room, assuring him that you were going to be okay.

Eddie was skeptical, but followed the nurse, not wanting to cause any more distress.

After the nurse brought him to his room, Eddie sat on the bed, as he faintly heard you screaming again, causing him to burst into tears when he suddenly heard Dustin calling you via the communicator, asking if you were okay, before revealing what happened with Max.

Eddie sniffled, as he wiped the tears from his eyes, before lifting the supercom close to his face, responding to Dustin, trying his best to explain what was happening.

Meanwhile, Steve ran to where the screaming was coming from when he heard knocking in one of the restrooms, before hearing a female voice say, “I can’t help you if you don’t open the door.”

Steve peeped through the door to find a nurse standing outside of one of the cubicles, as he heard whimpering from there when he noticed a familiar pink backpack by the sink.

At once, he swung the door open and ran towards the cubicle, as the nurse scolded him, “Sir, you can’t be in here.”

Ignoring the nurse, Steve knocked on the door, as he called out, “Chrissy? Chrissy, it’s Steve.”

All Steve could hear was her whimper. With no other options, Steve went into the cubicle next to Chrissy’s, and stood on the toilet and started climbing up. “If you don’t leave, I will call security,” he heard the nurse say, as he climbed over to the next cubicle, where a terrified Chrissy was sitting beside it with her knees close to her chest. A sympathetic Steve squatted down, facing her, as she had her eyes shut, covering her ears with her hands, grizzling.

“Chrissy?” Steve softly spoke, as he reached out his hand to touch her, causing her to jolt as she cried in panic.

“That’s it! I’m getting security!” Steve heard the nurse shout, before hearing her exiting the restroom.

Steve repeatedly called for Chrissy to look at him, as he tried to reach her.

“No! Go away!” She screamed, as she shut her eyes, pulling herself back when Steve moved closer, grabbing her face, as he told her, “Chrissy, it’s me! It’s Steve.”

Chrissy slowly opened her eyes, as she tried to control her breathing, “Steve?” She mumbled.

“Yes, it’s me-“

Steve was cut off by Chrissy’s sudden movement, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him, as she sobbed uncontrollably against his shoulder.

“It’s okay, I’m here,” Steve softly said, as he reciprocated the hug, rubbing her upper back, noticing that she was still shaking.

“I’m gonna pick you up, okay?” Steve told her, as he lifted her up from the ground, carrying her in a bridal hold when he heard Robin call out, “Chrissy? Are you in here?”

“Robin?” Steve called out.

“Steve? What are you doing in there?” Robin asked.

“I’ll explain everything in a minute. Can you grab Chrissy’s bag from the counter?”

As Steve unlocked the door whilst carrying Chrissy, he heard Robin say, “Got it.”

As soon as Steve opened the door, a shocked Robin asked, “Chrissy, what happened?”

Chrissy remained silent, as Steve carried out of the restroom, before telling Robin, “We better get her home, before security comes.”

“No no, please,” Chrissy abruptly shook her head as she sniffled. “I don’t want to go back there.”

Steve and Robin quickly glanced at each other, wondering what to do when they heard footsteps close by.

“Shit,” Steve muttered under his breath, assuming that security was coming. “We need to make a move-“

“Steve?”

Robin and Steve stopped and turned their heads to find his aunt standing in the middle of the hallway with her suitcase in her hand.

She happily gasped, as she quickly approached him, told him whilst a confused Robin looked on, “Never in a million years did I think that we would meet again here. How’s everything? I’d give you a hug, but you clearly have your hands full.”

She lightly chuckled as she looked at Chrissy, while Steve sternly glanced at her suitcase, before she began to speak, “I’ve just discharged myself.”

Steve glared, aware that she was lying when he noticed that the nurse from the restroom was with a security guard was further down the hallway.

Shit, he thought, as his aunt continued to make pleasantries when he quickly turned on his heel and started to quickly head towards the exit, whilst trying not to drop Chrissy, as Robin followed him.

“Uh, Steve…” Robin began to speak, as she was trying to keep up with him. “Who is that woman?”

“My aunt. My mom’s sister,” Steve replied, as they finally reached the exit. “Let’s just get Chrissy somewhere.”

“Where?”

“I don’t know. What about your place?”

“After what happened last time? There’s no way my mother will let you stay over again, especially after you-“

“Steve? Where are you going?” His aunt called out, as they got to the car park.

“She’s not gonna give up,” Steve muttered, as they reached his car. He tried to reach for his car keys in his jacket pocket, but he couldn’t do it without risking in dropping Chrissy.

“Robin? A little help?”

Robin immediately grabbed his keys from his jacket, and unlocked the door, before opening it for Steve, so he can put Chrissy in the back seat.

As soon Steve and Robin got into the car, Steve started up the engine. “Okay, we better get-“

Steve stopped speaking, as he noticed that the trunk of his car was opened.

“What the-?” He muttered, as he got out, finding his aunt putting her suitcase in the trunk.

“What are you doing?” Steve asked. “You can’t just put your case in my-“

“Is that anyway to talk to your aunt?” His aunt retorted, as she pushed down the trunk down, and went to sit next to Chrissy, before Steve could protest.

“Are your parents home, Steve?” She asked.

Steve was about to say that they were, even though it was a lie. However, he knew that she would tell that he wasn’t being truthful.

He silently shook his head, before hearing his aunt say, “Great. Saves getting a motel.”

As soon as Steve drove away from the car park, his aunt tried to make conversation with Chrissy, who was lowered her head in silence, not wanting to speak to anyone. As Robin tried to lighten up the situation by interacting with his aunt, Steve wondered what would happen if you knew who your real mother was.

Meanwhile, Eddie was in his room, continuing to talk to Dustin via the walkie talkie. “Wayne said that Lucas and I can stay in the trailer tonight, so we can keep an eye on Max,” Dustin informed him. “Mike mentioned that Nancy’s gonna check on Fred and Patrick.”

“Okay,” Eddie’s responded. “Let me know if anything changes. I’ll do the same.”

After finishing the conversation, Eddie grabbed his Walkman and a couple of tapes, before he snuck into your room, finding you sleeping. As soon as Eddie placed the communicator on the table, he sat down on the chair beside you, and lifted his head to look at you.

As he watched you sleep, he sighed, before telling you, “You probably can’t hear me, or maybe you can and you choose to ignore me, but…”

He paused before explaining, “Just wanted to let you know that Henderson and Sinclair are keeping an eye on Red.” He then revealed that Nancy was going to check on Patrick and Fred.

“As for Chrissy…he mentioned that she’s staying at Harrington’s. Buckley had let him know once they got to his place. Apparently his aunt is staying too.”

He then shifted his attention to your diary, causing him to sigh, before he apologised, “I’m so sorry. If I hadn’t fell for your sister’s bullshit, you wouldn’t be in here. I know it won’t make any difference, especially after the way I treated you. I wish that I could take it all back.”

He sniffled, as he placed the Walkman on the bed, before getting up to place his headphones over your head.

“Wayne told me about this theory that this Creel guy had about music, how it could save someone from getting killed,” Eddie explained, as he took out Def Leppard’s High ‘n’ Dry cassette from its cover and put in the Walkman, as he continued to speak. “So, I brought this just in case. Hopefully, it’ll still work.”

After pressing the play button, Eddie faintly heard Bringing On The Heartbreak playing through the headphones.

He lightly chuckled, as he remembered the first night he took you home after Hellfire…

Eddie had a rock station playing in his van, as he drove through town, when he suggested that he can switch to another radio station if you didn’t like rock music. To his surprise, you told him, as Bringing On The Heartbreak started playing. “Leave it on. I actually like Def Leppard.”

“Really?” He asked.

“Yeah, and Bringing On The Heartbreak is my favourite song.”

You started to quietly sing along, before you had let out a bashful laugh.

“No carry on,” Eddie encouraged you, before he started singing along with you. At first, he was worried about you tutoring him, assuming that you were quick to judge him for being a third year senior into Dungeons and Dragons, and metal music. But after getting to know you, he was glad that you were tutoring him…

Tears ran down his face, as he thought about that memory and how he had treated you recently. He held your hand as he continued to tearfully apologise while you slept peacefully.

Early next morning at the Harrington household, Steve was making coffee when Robin ambled into the kitchen, as she yawned.

All through the night, Steve and Robin took turns on keeping an eye on Chrissy, making them both exhausted.

“How’s Chrissy now?” Steve asked, as he poured a cup of coffee for Robin, before passing it to her.

“She’s getting herself ready,” Robin replied, as she poured sugar into her coffee. “I gave her my spare clothes to wear.”

Steve poured his own coffee when his aunt came in, as she cheerfully greeted them, “Good morning!”

The duo winced at the volume of her voice, as his aunt sat next to Robin at the counter, before asking Steve, “So, where’s your girlfriend?”

Steve furrowed, as he stirred his coffee, when she elaborated, “The girl you were carrying last night? Christine?”

“It’s Chrissy,” he corrected her. “And she’s not my girlfriend.”

“Oh,” she exclaimed , before turning to Robin. Before his aunt could even ask if she was seeing her nephew, Robin quickly replied, “Nope. We’re just friends, platonic with a capital P.”

Before Steve could pick up the cup, his aunt grabbed it and drank it immediately.

“I guess I forgot to make one for myself,” Steve muttered sarcastically, as he grabbed another cup when he heard a soft voice say, “Hey.”

He looked up to see Chrissy standing in the doorway, wearing a flannel shirt which Robin lent her nearly covering a pair of denim shorts.

Before Steve and Robin could answer, Steve aunt spoke up, “Morning sweetie. Did you sleep well?”

Chrissy politely nodded, as she stood beside Robin, when Steve offered to make her some breakfast.

“I’m fine, thank you,” Chrissy politely declined, when Steve’s aunt told her, “No need to be polite. My nephew can make you something.”

Chrissy asked if she could have a banana instead.

“Sure, go ahead,” Steve replied, as he grabbed one from the bowl, giving it to her.

“Thanks,” Chrissy said, as she started peeling the banana, before explaining, “After what happened yesterday, I don’t know if I can stomach anything else.”

Robin asked if she was still going to see you after school.

“Yeah,” Chrissy replied. “Roxy said that she’ll be there too, so I wanna make sure that Eddie doesn’t drive her away.”

“Well, I’ve got work today, but I can leave early and take you guys,” Steve told the girls.

“Great,” his aunt interrupted. “We can go and see her together.”

Steve glared at her, as both Chrissy and Robin stared at her with confusion.

“Really?” Robin asked.

“Of course,” Steve’s aunt replied. “I know I’ve never met your friend, but maybe I-“

“Can I talk to you in private?” Steve asked his aunt, whilst trying not to raise his voice.

Before his aunt could respond, he grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the chair and into his dad’s study room. Not long after, Robin snuck towards the door, as Chrissy quietly told her, “We shouldn’t be eavesdropping-“

Robin shushed her, as she pressed her ear against the door.

In the office, Steve’s aunt sat in the chair, as she scolded, “You didn’t need to pull me away. I’m just being friendly-“

“You’re not seeing her,” Steve interjected.

She gasped, feeling offended, before telling him, “Excuse me? I have much right to be-“

“Why? Why do you need to be there? Because she’s your daughter?”

His aunt’s face softened, as Steve continued, “I heard you talking to her parents.”

His aunt crossed her arms, as she confessed, “She is, and you and her so called family can’t stop me from seeing her-“

“Look, you can’t just waltz in there and tell her that you’re her mother.”

“Why not?”

There was a short moment of silence , before his aunt gasped as she clapped her hands to her mouth, before asking, “Wait, you two aren’t…?”

“What?! No!” Steve retorted with disgust. “How can you even think that?”

Steve took a deep breath, as she moved her hands down to her sides, before telling her,

“She’s been through enough as it is. She doesn’t need you unloading it on her too.”

“Well, she’ll find out sooner or later. And I rather tell her myself than someone else.”

After she had got out of the chair, she opened the door, finding Robin and Chrissy standing by the door.

Before her and Steve could say anything, Chrissy pulled Robin away, as she told them that they needed to get to school.

As they left, Steve’s aunt turned around and told Steve, “Like I said, she needs to hear it from me.”

Steve huffed, as he sternly stared at his aunt, questioning how you would react to the truth.

#eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things au #eddie munson x reader

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yourfavhoesblog · 1 year ago

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Kinktober : 29 ▪︎ 10 ▪︎ 2023

Tw : Foodplay, blowjobs and cum eating

"Birthday Cake"

Ranpo Edogawa, the legendary detective from Yokohama, stood in his kitchen, mixing a batter. The smell of vanilla and chocolate filled the air, and Ranpo hummed a tune to himself as he mixed. He loved baking, especially when it came to anything sweet.

And today, he had a special reason to bake. It was a special person's birthday, a person Ranpo cared a lot about.

"Why aren't you helping me?" Ranpo asked as he continued to mix the batter.

"I'm not really good at baking, Ranpo-kun," You said. That person was sitting on the edge of the sofa watching Ranpo.

"Nonsense, this is easy. Let me show you how to do it." Ranpo then began explaining step by step how to properly mix the batter.

The male reader listened carefully, trying his best to follow Ranpo's instructions. The two of them worked together, measuring ingredients, mixing, and baking the cake.

It was an enjoyable experience, and you were grateful for Ranpo's patience and guidance. Once the cake finished baking, it was time to decorate. Ranpo had gone all out, buying different types of frosting and embellishments to decorate the cake.

You watched in amazement as Ranpo worked on the cake, making it look perfect. Finally, the cake was completed, and the two of them sat down to enjoy it.

It was a sweet and special moment, and you couldn't help but feel grateful to have Ranpo in your life. The cake was delicious, and two of you spent the rest of the night chatting and enjoying each other's company.

You had a wonderful birthday thanks to Ranpo, and it was a memory he would never forget. It wasn't until then you wanted to cut the cake while ranpo stood behind you with the knife holding you gently, however you felt something hard poking you when you were about to cut it with him.

"R-Ranpo what is that?" You whined pressing against the counter as Ranpo humped his crotch against your ass.

"Mmh aha.." Ranpo whimpered in a high pitched voice behind you turning you on and giving you enough courage to turn around and hold his neck for support for him to take your pajamas off.

He digged for your neck licking and taking small nibbles until he uprubtly bit your neck giving a light hickey earning him a loud moan from your soft lips. He went down on you taking your adorable dick into his mouth sucking it through and through not letting any precum come out of his mouth.

Your sweet moans echoed through the room as Ranpo held your thighs from squirming around.

"Ranpo i-im closeeee"

Ranpo smirked then used his slender hand and pressed it against your lower stomach forcing out a cum out of your dick and splurting out your sticky substance into his mouth. Ranpo finished the substance and smiled after doing so.

"Can we atleast eat our cake first, it'll get cold!" He looked to the side to the cake smiling.

"I have a better idea" He grabbed a finger scoop of the cream sticking it onto your 2 nipples and going down to suck and lick it with his techniques from the amount of lolipops he ate.

"W-wait thats dirty-" You were about to sob to him until his fingers lightly went inside your hole.

"Nghmm...~" you moaned from the rapid movement. Ranpo then took off his pajama shorts to rub against your sweet hole, caressing and teasing.

"Seems like your hole doesnt want me to leave, should i just keep it company?"

You shook your head no while covering your mouth to hide your obvious blushing state and your whimpers wanting to fall out.

"Why do you bother lying...?" He sighed squeezing his dick into your steamy hole as a gasp flys out of your mouth from when he grabbed your arms covering your mouth.

"Should i just stay inside of you for the whole day?"

"Ranpo~ p-please more faster!"

"Hah, i always knew you were a slut but i never knew you were this slutty"

The sounds of thrusting grew louder and faster. You then threw your head back as you were about to cum, however Ranpo didn't stop there he still kept on going even after you came.

"W-wait! I came already!"

Ranpo suddenly picked you up placing you on his lap on the couch.

"How about you take control"

You gulped but gently placed your palm on his stomach pushing your self down halfway on his dick.

"Are you sure you dont need help?"

"I-I can do it" you pushed yourself fully down onto him as you watch ranpo let out a sweet moan making you smirk. While you continue to ride him as it enters your hole so deep giving him a whole performance.

"Slutty boy Nghmm haa~" Ranpo complains as pleasure fills up his mind letting out his seed into your twitching aching hole.

You fell on to him on the couch trying to catch your breath after that.

Ranpo placing his hand over, you hugging and embracing your warm body before saying.

"Happy birthday love"

#anime #smut #spotify #bottom male reader #male reader #kinktober #october #ranpo #ranpo edogawa #ranpo x reader #bungou stray dogs ranpo #bsd ranpo #Spotify

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d3vils-island · 6 months ago

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Mechanix (80’)

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Dave Mustaine x Fem!reader

2,136 words

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Description: You decide to take a trip to some local gas station, but this one trip turns into a sequence of trips after you get entranced by the worker.

Warnings: Smut (I’ll mark with three “^” when the smut starts) porn w/ plot, p in v.

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Clank

“Just this please.” You said as you set your beer on the register before looking over at a pack of gum that was towards your right. You grabbed it and tossed it next to your alcohol on the counter.

“Oh, and this. Thanks.” You looked up at the cashier and smiled.

You couldn’t help but feel your face heat up as you first laid eyes on the man in front of you. His orange hair framed his perfectly harmonized face… damn. This was definitely going to be your new favorite gas station.

“Hey, you think you could also top off my car?” You said, trying to lengthen the time you and this guy would spend together. “Not a problem.” He gently smiled. You paid him for your beer, gum, and gas, then you both walked out to your car.

He whistled as he locked eyes with your vehicle. “Damn, nice ride.” He stepped up next to it, admiring its body.

“V8?” He questioned, you shook your head. “Yea, it was my dad’s. He gave it to me for my birthday years ago.” He nodded his head in approval, crossing his arms and eyeing it one last time.

You got in the drivers seat and rolled the window down, patiently waiting for the man to finish filling up your car. As you sat in front of the wheel, you couldn’t help but watch him from your side mirror, taking notice of his strong arms, his long curly hair, and his beautiful eyes.

He finished up and walked over to your door, putting his hand on the hood of your car and bending over so he could talk to you through the open window.

“She’s all full.” He said, patting the hood of your car. “Thanks, uh…” you paused, glancing down at his name tag. “Dave.”

“Not a problem.” He softly smiled and walked off, but turned around and walked backwards to look at you one last time. “I hope to see you later.” You heard him say as he winked, right before he turned back around and walked to the gas station.

You felt your heart pounding in your chest as you gripped the steering wheel harshly to calm your nerves. “ohmygodohmygodohmygod…” you kept whispering to yourself, before you finally started the car and drove off.

You walked up to the counter and set down a soda, pointing at the pack of cigarettes behind Dave, asking for 2 camel menthols. “How’s it goin’?” Dave spoke as he reached for the cigarettes. Every time you came to this gas station— which has been a while now— you never got used to how handsome Dave was. Anytime you two spoke, you felt butterfly’s in your stomach and you always stuttered over your words. Somehow though, you managed to hide your giant crush on him;

Or so you thought

“Not too great.” You groaned. “Anything I can do to help?” You didn’t want to be a burden on him, but he genuinely seemed concerned and wanted to help you out, so you told him the truth on what was wrong.

“Well, my car is all sorts of fucked up. The breaks are squeaking, the battery’s failing on me, and I haven’t gotten enough money to take it to the shop yet; so I’m stuck with her all broken until I can afford to fix it.”

He let out a low ‘hm’, nodding his head in understanding.

He slid your items back before you even paid for them, then cocked his head to the door. “Let me take a look, maybe I can help. Oh- and don’t worry about this.” He said, looking down at the things on the counter.

There it was, that butterfly feeling in your stomach again. You felt giddy inside, but you calmly declined his offer, saying you wanted to pay for your things.

“No, seriously, take ‘em” He stated, before walking out from behind the counter so that you couldn’t argue with him any more. You took your things and followed him out to your car.

You quickly tossed your items in the passenger seat, closing the car door and going up to Dave, who had already opened the hood of your car and was checking out the battery.

“Here, I think I have something.” He walked off towards the garage that was located behind the store, coming back minutes later with a battery in his hands.

“This one isn’t perfect, but it’s definitely better than what you got here.” He took your old battery out and put the ‘new’ one in.

“Drive her to the garage for me so you can test the new battery out and so I can take a look at your brakes properly in the shop.”

You had this big smile on your face that you couldn’t hide. You looked over at Dave, he had a hand on his hip with a smile along his lips.

You let out a low giggle, getting in the drivers seat and taking it to the garage while Dave followed behind.

—

“I can’t thank you enough— seriously, you didn’t have to do this.” You said as you both leaned against the side of the car, eyeing each other.

He shook his head. “It’s really nothing. I got a hook up with a guy that works at a wrecking yard, so he gives me some parts free of charge.” He paused.

“I wasn’t just gonna leave you like that.” His gaze flashed to your lips, then back up to your eyes.

You thanked him again, before changing the conversation to something different. Eventually Dave asked you something that made you realized how obsessive you were.

“Hey, before you leave, I got a question.” He stopped you just before you pulled the handle on the car to get in the drivers seat and leave.

“How come— and this may sound silly— you only come here whenever when I’m around.” He paused, letting out a chuckle and looking down towards the ground.

“I’ve asked my coworkers about you, and they think I’m crazy. ‘Dave, there’s no girl who fits that description that I’ve ever seen.’” He mimicked one of his coworkers.

“Can you answer me that?”

There was a silence. It felt like it lasted minutes, but in reality was only seconds.

“I, uh…” you tried to find the words, but the truth was you just wanted to see him. So whenever you got off work, you’d come straight here to top off on gas and get a snack, all so you could have a small 10-15 minute interaction with him. Eventually, you found out the days he didn’t work, and only started coming when he was on shift.

“Hmm?” He questioned again while you thought of what to say. Eventually, the truth seemed like the only ideal option to tell him.

“I only come when you’re working because I want to see you.” You nervously told.

He nodded his head, crossing his arms and ankles as he leaned against your car. “It was never a problem with me.” He smirked, eyeing your lips again. You stepped closer to him, looking up into his eyes.

“In fact, whenever I’d see you while on my shift, it made my day all the better.” He smiled.

“Oh yeah?” You questioned him this time.

“Yeah.”

There was a silence.

The anticipation grew, you took notice of Dave’s chest heaving up and down at a some-what fast pace. A cold breeze swept through the open garage door, causing Dave’s hair to flow entrancingly in the wind.

The silence continued.

You had a moment were you didn’t care what the consequences of the actions you wanted to do were; which were slam your lips over his and tangle your fingers in his hair. You thought “if this goes wrong, I’ll just never come back to this place” before finally going through with your idea.

That was, until Dave beat you to it.

^ ^ ^

He slid one of his hands to your waist, the other behind your neck, tilting your head up before he planted a soft kiss on your lips.

It started off slow, as if you were trying to test your compatibility, but it suddenly turned into a heated, sloppy mess as you ached for more. You parted for a moment, both of you panting like dogs, gazing into each other’s lustful eyes.

His hand slid from your waste to the back seat car handle, pulling it and opening the door. He backed up, allowing you to get in. He quickly climbed on top of you, letting his hands explore your body. They slid up your shirt, taking it off before he took his own off. You leaned up against the door of the car, watching as Dave slowly took off his clothes, revealing his toned chest.

“Damn.”

“Not even the best part, princess.” He replied, smirking.

The way he called you princess caused you to feel a heat between your legs, and it grew with every second you were in that car with him. You instinctively pressed your legs together to either suppress it or to get some friction— you didn’t know which one— you were too distracted by Dave’s hot looks to notice why.

You started taking off your garments as well. You two looked at each other for a second, both in your undergarments, panting heavily.

Dave’s hands suddenly slid up your body, one stopping at your hips, the other going up to your jaw, rubbing his thumb against your cheek as he kissed you passionately.

Your hands dragged up his chest to the back of his neck and the other to his hair, twirling your fingers around the orange strands. You two broke the kiss, a strand of saliva connecting your lips.

He started planting butterfly kisses down your neck and across your chest. He slipped his hands across your stomach to your back, unclasping your bra. He slowly glided it off your arms, before he tossed it to the floorboard and started to knead your breasts, occasionally pinching at the nip.

He went back down to kiss you, sliding his tongue in and exploring your mouth. Your hands instinctively went down to his boxers, attempting to slide them off, but Dave grabbed your wrists and did it for you while you decided to take your underwear off. His rough hands gripped your hips, turning you over onto your stomach before you propped yourself up with your knees and elbows.

“Ready?” He asked, but before you could respond, his entire length was shoved into you, no warning. You jolted, letting out a whine as he hit the deepest parts of you. He moved your hair off your neck and planted small kisses on it, as if to ease the pain he just caused you.

“You look so beautiful like this for me…” he said between kisses that trailed down your neck and back, all while his cock was buried deep into your cunt. He started to thrust into you, letting out low grunts. You gripped onto the seat, biting your lip and curling your toes to try and suppress your loud whines into quiet ones.

“Don’t be shy baby, let those noises out.” He said between his own groans. You followed his orders, letting out your whines and cries.

He put his hand above your head against the window and pressed his back against yours, the heat of it against your cold body adding to the pleasure.

With each of his thrust, you felt your high get closer and closer, a knot tightening in your abdomen signaling that it would come crashing down on you soon. “Fuck, I’m close-“ you said in between pants.

It only took a few more of Dave’s thrusts to finally send you over the edge. It felt like you were drowning in a pool of pleasure as Dave kept thrusting into you, causing you to overstimulate. You felt his grip on your hips tighten, signaling he was close. He quickly pulled out, and you felt a hot liquid on your back a second later.

After a few minutes, you two calmed down from your highs. Dave ordered you to stay there as he was putting his boxers and pants back on, then he got up to go find something to clean you off with. A few seconds later and he showed back up with a rag in his hands. He gently cleaned you up, and when he was done, you quickly put your undergarments and pants back on. You laid in the back of the car for a moment, you head resting on Dave’s lap as he played with your hai, talking about whatever came to mind before you two eventually had to get up so he could go back to work.

- - - - -

Meanwhile in the store:

“Hello!? Is anyone even here!?” A poor old lady screamed as she held her coffee and candy, constantly ringing the bell in hopes someone would show up.

#megadeth x reader #dave mustaine #dave mustaine x reader #dave mustaine smut #megadeth smut #smut #pwp fics #pwp #dave mustaine fanfiction

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adidastain · 1 year ago

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bad decisions

1996 serj tankian x fem reader (y/n)

warnings: a little smutty (cockwarming)

notes: all lowercase, first person perspective (I, me, my, etc.)

word count: 2893

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long-time best friends, adrenaline, and freezing temperatures create the perfect recipe for poor decision-making.

thank god his place was only 4 blocks away from the venue.

“i don’t believe in global warming anymore.” his trembling voice carried easily in the cold, breezeless air. serj cursed under his breath through gritted and chattering teeth.

i scoffed. “we’re almost there,” i said, equally as trembly. it wasn’t this fucking cold when we left, 4 hours ago. now everything was covered in a thin layer of frost, and if we hadn’t kept moving, we might’ve been too.

serj didn’t have his own car and i didn’t have my license, so we were forced to walk a measly 4 blocks to the local niche concert venue, which really doesn’t seem like much of a trek. now try walking 4 blocks home in below freezing temperatures. we’d met some friends at the concert and had a pretty good time, but failed to account for the fact that it was past 12 AM by the time it was over, nonetheless in the middle of january. and of course, like the geniuses we were, we’d left before we could catch a ride.

“why didn’t we get a taxi?” i asked rhetorically, letting go of a heavy sigh that i could see in the form of a thin cloud in front of me as it escaped my lips.

“we don’t have any cash,” he laughed. he paused his steps for a brief moment to dig in his pockets. “right?”

“right,” i shivered. “genius, aren’t we?”

serj smiled at my joke. “genius enough to decide to walk home instead of getting a ride. remarkable.”

i playfully punched his arm. “seriously though,” he continued. “global warming my ass.”

“it’s midnight in mid-january, serj. i don’t know what to tell you,” i smiled, now walking backwards in front of him.

“yeah, in southern california. you would think it never gets this cold. my dick is fucking shrinking, y/n.”

i snorted and scrunched up my nose. for some reason, that was always my reaction when he said my name like that. i wasn’t sure if it was his tone, his accent, or something else.

we finally landed on his doorstep and i waited patiently behind him as his trembling hands frantically fumbled with the keys while trying to unlock the front door. serj then dropped said keys and i laughed at him.

“you try unlocking your front door when you can’t feel your fingers,” he playfully hissed at me while i picked up his keyring for him.

eventually we made it inside. it was warmer but not very much. the air was calmer though, we were in our safe bubble.

i flopped onto his couch while serj set his keys on the kitchen counter and winced. “my dick is fucking frozen,” he whined while running his fingers through his long, curly hair. i sat up and smiled at him, watching him pull his hair back into a ponytail.

“why don’t you grow out a beard, keep your face warm,” i suggested, standing back up and stepping towards him. “you already have a little bit of pedo stubble.” i laughed as he swatted my hand away from scratching his chin.

“did you know that thinking about sex can make your facial hair grow faster?” he changed the subject.

“you must not think about sex very often,” i teased, trying to hide my smirk.

serj rolled his eyes, palming my face and pushing me away. i hated it when he did that and he knew it. “rude,” i scoffed, following him to his bedroom.

“er, excuse me, love. i’ll be changing in here now,” he said in a godawful attempt at a british accent, stopping me at the doorway. i flicked his forehead out of revenge and he snorted before closing the door in my face. “your british accent is proper rubbish.” i yelled, in a much better british accent. “won’t survive the islands with that lump o’ shite up yer sleeve, mate.” i then said in a scottish accent.

he cracked open his door, showing just his face and bare shoulder. serj glared at me as if he had something to say, but i spoke before him, saying, “you might want to try studying foreign films if you plan to travel around the world in that band of yours,” in a german accent.

he glared for another moment or two before rolling his eyes and chuckling slightly and muttering, “you’re such a showoff.” he once again slammed the door in my face.

a few minutes later, he came back out in pajamas. flannel pants and a big, grey pullover hoodie. oh, and the star of the show, his signature scooby doo socks.

i’d helped myself to some oreos and was sitting on his sofa before he sat next to me and grabbed the TV remote. i held in a laugh as he shivered again.

“jesus christ I’M STILL FUCKING COLD,” he groaned, throwing his head back.

“dick still frozen?” i asked.

“yes.” he sighed, looking at me with a pouting lip.

i held in a laugh and looked him up and down as his head fell back again. i don’t know if it was his clothes, his now exposed neck, his gorgeous hair, or the idea of cockwarming itself, but he looked good. really fucking good.

very few moments went by before i gently took the remote from him and asked, “want me to warm you up?”

his head snapped up and he stared at me. his eyes were wide and a disbelieving smirk crept up his cheek. “excuse me?” he laughed sheepishly.

i’d meant it. now i was embarrassed and i felt stupid.

“do you want me to help you with… that?” i asked again, quickly glancing at his crotch to reference his frozen dick.

“wh- i- how?” he stammered.

then i felt really fucking stupid. why did i ask him that? what the fuck was i thinking?

i moved barely an inch closer to him after setting the remote back onto the coffee table and stared him dead in the eyes. my voice shrunk and i said, “i could just sit on you.”

a quiet moment was shared before he broke into a laugh and broke our eye contact. he looked around at seemingly nothing and bit on the tip of his finger, before pinching the bridge of his nose and laughing some more.

“why not?” he sighed, opening up the space in his lap for me to sit like a fucking hen on a newly laid egg.

i slid carefully into his lap, every single muscle in my body locked in a tense state. he avoided eye contact as i adjusted my position and rested my hands on his shoulders to stabilize myself.

i then became fully aware of his scent as it flooded my nostrils when i got that close to him. a soft blend of cigarettes, fresh laundry, and whatever cologne-y scented shampoo or body wash he used. my body relaxed and i allowed my weight to settle on his hips.

his hands rested in the pockets of his hoodie and he sat with his head rested back and his eyes closed. his broad chest rose and fell softly but swiftly.

“where’d you get this hoodie?” i asked softly, desperately attempting to break the silence. i was ruining our friendship more and more with each passing second.

…but i kind of wanted to ruin it.

i always thought serj was really intelligent and had a great sense of humor, and i could never understand why more girls didn’t want him. in the past 7 years of knowing him he’d only been through two real relationships, and barely any smaller, less serious flings. i myself had been in and out of relationships and such, but serj and i worked so well together as friends that it was hard to imagine being anything else with him.

“goodwill,” he exhaled. “3 bucks.” serj smiled, keeping his eyes closed. i could feel him relax a bit underneath me. i smiled too and let out a soft laugh through my nose.

“do you feel any warmer?” i asked, even lower than before.

a short few moments passed by before he shook his head and answered “not really.”

in response, i adjusted my position again, earning an unexpected reaction from him. his breath hitched and he briefly opened his eyes as i seemingly hit a nerve or something. his body tensed up again and his breathing grew deeper.

i soon understood why. i squirmed slightly for the billionth time, but felt a little something poking up against me.

every single ounce of my confidence rushed back into me and a devilish smirk came upon my face.

“what’s got you so excited?” i teased.

finally he looked at me again. his cheeks were red and he swallowed hard. we both broke into a blushing laugh and he rubbed his face with his palms.

he threw his hands outward and let his arms fall defeatedly. “you’re sitting on my dick, y/n, what do you expect? it feels good,” he argued.

my heart leaped. why was i so fucking excited about this? i was making him feel good and that was more fucking empowering than any chic flick i’d ever seen.

“it feels good? want me to grind on ya a little bit? like this?” i teased him, biting my lip. i started gently rolling my hips back and forth against his and held his shoulders to stabilize myself.

“NO! no, no, oh my god, fuck, don’t do that,” he whined, covering his face with his hands as he threw his head back again. his breathing was almost rapid and he was forcing himself to inhale and exhale deeply.

i stopped moving, but left my hands on his shoulders. i watched with a contented smile as his breathing became steadier.

“serj~” i said softly, letting my hands fall to his chest so i could feel his heartbeat. it was racing.

he took a deep breath and mustered up enough strength to look at me again. he looked tired, but his eyes were doe-y and somewhat anxious. he was blushing hard and he felt really warm now.

i took a long look at his face, glancing between his eyes, his nose, his lips, his freckles. i bit my lip and leaned in slightly closer.

“i wanna make a bad decision…” i whispered, fidgeting with the strings of his hoodie and staring at his lips and into his eyes.

“you already made a bad decision, y/n.” he stated, his voice deeper and softer than it previously had been.

butterflies exploded in my stomach and we stared at each other for another few, long moments. i planted my palm in his sternum and slowly leaned in, laying my lips between his.

both of our hearts were now racing respectively, and i grew lightheaded from holding my breath before we pulled away naturally, slowly.

we looked at each other for a moment, seeing how the other was reacting to what just happened. his eyes danced around my face and his lips slacked open, breathing deeply despite his racing heartrate.

i brought a hand up to softly caress his neck, and we kissed again. his lips were wet and soft and the kiss was a little on the slower side. i could feel each of his breaths cover my face as his nose brushed against my cheek. i could have sworn that i felt him grow harder each second.

every ounce of strength that was left in my body instantly vanished as i felt his hand slide gently up my thigh. i softly whimpered into our kiss and pulled away for a moment. “your hands are cold,” i giggled, out of breath.

serj smiled at me and looked down. “sorry,” he laughed.

“it’s okay.” i gently tilted his sweet head back up to face mine and kissed him again. my hand caressed his stubbly cheek and i felt his other cold hand gently graze my jaw.

he opened his mouth and licked my lips briefly. i gasped and pulled his head closer to me so i could slide my tongue into his mouth to meet his.

i adjusted my position again and he immediately let go of the kiss, letting out a low, quiet moan against my lips. “careful~” he warned with a smile as he resumed the kiss.

his hand inched closer to my hips and i let it. his hands were huge and fit perfectly on my bony hips. i felt his entire palm rest against my right hip before his thumb slid under my pants to gently stroke the outside of my underwear.

i whimpered his name and pressed myself harder against his hand and his crotch, deepening the kiss even further. my underwear was beyond soaked but i didn’t even care.

i decided to deliver some karma and let my hands sink below his chest and slip up under his shirt. i placed my hands on his warm skin of his abdomen, which immediately tensed up at my touch. his skin was smooth and i could feel a bit of hair in the center of his body moving lower. my thumb brushed over his belly button and my palms were soon met with the elastic waistband of his pants.

before i could get to work on those, he pulled away and stopped me. “wait,” he said.

i looked at him, worry building up inside me.

his hands moved to gently hold my waist and he softly asked, “what are we after this, y/n?”

i stared into his eyes, at a loss for words. i pulled my hands out from under his shirt and hoodie and rested them in our laps, fidgeting with my fingers. “i-” i started, not really knowing where i was going to go with it after the fact. “i don’t know…”

now i felt stupid again. i only got the idea as a joke, i didn’t expect it to turn into this. but i liked it, and it seems like he did too. but we couldn’t go back to what we were, our friendship was ruined.

“...pretend it never happened?” he suggested, sounding just as uncertain as me.

i shook my head, lowering it in shame. it was such a stupid idea.

serj noticed my defeated state and gently held my face. “hey,” he said softly. i looked at him with a shame-ridden face, but quickly moved my eyes away from his. his thumb stroked my cheek and he gave me a small smile. “y/n~” he sang. “look at me.”

i scoffed and looked at him. he grinned and nudged my nose with his.

“listen, no matter what we end up being, you’re still my best friend, okay? maybe we can talk about it tomorrow over- well, later today, i guess. over breakfast. i think we should sleep on it, does that sound good?” he said softly.

his little stutter was so fucking adorable, i could barely contain my grin. i nodded and pressed my forehead against his.

“good,” he whispered. a moment or two passed before he held my face with both hands and softly said, “i love you, y/n. in every way.”

i smiled wide and wrapped my arms around his neck. “i love you too, serj,” i whispered.

he grinned, dear god. his smile had never hit me so hard as it did in that moment. “one more kiss?” he offered, his voice risen in pitch with his eyebrows raised and a sheepish grin.

i nodded, and we leaned in again. it was soft, slow, but not too deep, and a little on the shorter side. it was perfect.

“get some sleep, y/n,” he told me as we pulled away and i stood up from his lap. i nodded again, completely out of words. the only thing i managed to come up with was a simple, but sweet, “good night, serj.”

he gently grabbed my hands, softly kissing each of my fingers while looking up at me. “good night, y/n,” he said, before pausing for a brief moment. he then continued and whispered;

“i don’t regret anything.”

#serj tankian #system of a down #daron malakian #shavo odadjian #x reader #serj tankian x reader #fluff #smut #fanfic #fanfiction #fem reader #au #1996 #soad #nu metal #y/n

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d8nielaa · 1 month ago

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hello!

i was wondering if i can request a jason fic where all the times that jason and his girlfriend (nobody knows he has one, they thought it was his friend) almost got caught being romantic and more than friends and the one time they actually got caught?

Author's Note: YESSSSSSSSSS

Getting Caught is Never Fun

Jason Schmidt x fem!reader

Jason had always been a private guy. The press and his casemates knew him well enough—they knew he was a actor with a good sense of humor, always ready with a joke or an easy smile. But there was one thing they didn’t know: Jason had been seeing someone for a while, and he intended to keep it that way.

You were friends first, but over time, the chemistry between the two of you had been undeniable. The late-night talks, the inside jokes, the small touches that made you both feel more than just friends. Jason had always kept things quiet, not wanting to complicate his life with rumors or headlines. But what started as a quiet secret had become harder to hide as the months passed.

The First Close Call:

It started innocently enough. You’d been hanging out at Jason's place after a show, watching TV, laughing at random things, and just enjoying each other’s company. The usual "friends" routine. But then, as Jason got up to grab some drinks, he accidentally brushed his fingers against yours. You exchanged a quick glance—something small, but enough to send a tiny electric shock through both of you.

You had been close for a while, but that moment felt different. It was a quiet confession without words. Before you could even react, you heard a knock at the door.

"Jason! You in there?" It was Daryl.

Your heart leaped into your throat. Without thinking, you jumped off the couch and scrambled into the kitchen, hoping to avoid being seen. Jason quickly pulled the door open, his face bright and casual as if nothing had happened.

"Yeah, I’m here, man," Jason said, offering his friend a grin. You could hear the faint sound of a beer can opening in the living room. "Just hanging with a buddy."

You stayed hidden behind the counter, your hand pressed against your chest, trying to calm your heart. Jason’s eyes met yours from across the room, and for a second, you saw the hint of a smile tugging at his lips. He hadn’t meant to make things awkward, but the timing couldn’t have been worse. You waited for him to finish the conversation and shut the door before finally emerging from your hiding spot.

Jason walked over to you with a sheepish smile. "Close, huh?"

"Too close," you replied, your voice a little shaky. "Do we always have to hide?"

Jason shrugged, though the seriousness in his eyes gave away his uncertainty. "It’s just easier this way, for now. I’m not ready for the whole team to know…"

You nodded, understanding but feeling a little frustrated. The tension between you two was becoming harder to ignore. And the worst part was that it didn’t feel like something to be ashamed of—it felt like something you both wanted to share, but you couldn’t. Not yet, at least.

The Second Close Call:

Weeks passed, and the quiet moments continued. Another night after a show, you found yourself sitting on a bench at the park, watching the lights. Jason had offered to walk you home, but instead, you both sat down together on the empty bleachers, the sounds of distant chatter from the stadium in the background.

“You know, this feels normal,” you said, leaning against the cold metal.

Jason laughed lightly, his breath visible in the cool air. "You think? I always feel like we're sneaking around."

"That’s because we are," you said with a grin. "It’s kind of exciting, though. You know, like the cool secret."

Jason smirked, looking at you sideways. “I don’t know if sneaking around is cool or just… well, sneaky.”

The moment stretched, and before either of you could say anything else, a voice interrupted you.

“Jason? Hey man, you still out here?”

It was another castmate, and this time, you didn’t have time to scramble for cover. You just sat there, frozen, as Jason quickly stood up, his face flushing with surprise.

“Oh, uh, yeah! Just talking to my friend here,” he said, giving you a quick glance. You smiled awkwardly, trying to play off the situation.

JPC squinted at both of you, his eyes narrowing, before he gave a half-smile. "Alright, well, we’re all grabbing drinks if you want to join."

Jason laughed and waved him off. “Maybe next time, man. Catch you later.”

JPC left, but not before giving both of you one more lingering glance. As soon as he was out of earshot, Jason let out a long breath and turned to you.

“Okay, this is getting ridiculous,” he muttered, a mix of frustration and amusement in his tone. “We can’t even sit outside without someone thinking we’re doing more than just talking.”

You chuckled, shrugging. “Well, if you didn’t keep calling me your ‘friend,’ maybe it wouldn’t be so confusing.”

Jason’s eyes softened, his voice turning serious as he looked at you. “I know. But I can’t risk it yet.”

You didn’t argue. You understood why he was cautious. It wasn’t like either of you had the luxury of walking around, hand in hand, for the world to see. His career, the public eye—it made everything complicated.

The Close Call That Actually Got Them Caught:

One night, everything seemed to fall into place. The cast was heading out to a bar to unwind after a show, and Jason had invited you along. You weren’t officially a part of the group, but you’d been around enough to make it feel like you belonged. That night, you and Jason shared a few laughs, some casual conversation, and plenty of stolen glances.

As the night wore on, everyone started heading toward the exit, and Jason walked you outside, away from the loud chatter inside the bar. You stepped into the cool night air, grateful for the quiet moment away from the chaos. Jason turned to face you, his hand gently brushing against yours.

“I’m glad you came,” he said, his voice low.

“Me too,” you replied, your heart racing. There was something about the way he looked at you, the way his hand lingered next to yours, that made it impossible to ignore.

He took another step toward you, and before either of you could say anything else, someone from inside the bar called out, “Hey! You two! Are you coming back in or what?”

The shout came from one of Brent. Jason froze, his eyes widening as he realized who it was. He quickly stepped back, trying to put some distance between the two of you, but it was too late.

Brent walked out, eyes narrowing in amusement when he saw the two of you standing a little too close for “just friends.” “Oh, I see what’s going on now,” he said with a sly grin.

Jason turned red, cursing under his breath. “It’s not—”

Brent held up his hands. “No judgment here, man. We’ve all been there. You’ve just been keeping it a little more low-key than the rest of us, huh?”

You laughed nervously, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. “We’re not, um, hiding it on purpose,” you explained, but your words seemed to fall flat in the air.

Jason gave you an apologetic smile, clearly mortified. "Guess we can't keep this under wraps anymore."

Brent raised an eyebrow. “Guess not.”

Afterward:

Later, as the night wound down and you were finally alone in Jason’s car, the awkwardness between you had faded. Jason drove quietly for a while, but then his voice broke the silence.

“Well, I guess that’s it. Guess we’re out of the friend zone now, huh?”

You chuckled softly, relieved that the tension was easing. “Guess so. Took long enough.”

Jason glanced at you, his eyes soft with affection. “I think I’m okay with it, though. You?”

You smiled, the weight of secrecy finally lifting. “Yeah, I’m okay with it too.”

As Jason reached for your hand, the tension of all those near-misses seemed to fade away. The secret was out now, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that, finally, you didn’t have to hide anymore.

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A Soft Place

In a post-Rumbling world, where the threat of Titans no longer looms, Vanessa Sinclair finds herself living a quiet life, working at her family’s bakery in Wall Rose. Curvy and self-conscious, Vanessa has always faded into the background, overshadowed by her more outgoing friends. But everything changes when Captain Levi Ackerman, Humanity's Strongest Soldier, begins visiting the bakery regularly. What starts as a simple exchange of tea and pastries quickly evolves into something more. Levi, drawn to her quiet strength and beauty, takes Vanessa on a journey that forces her to confront her insecurities, while learning that sometimes, what lies beneath the surface is more than enough. (Levi x Plus Sized OC)

Chapter Four

The morning sun bathed the bakery in a warm, golden light as Vanessa stood behind the counter, her nerves already buzzing. She had barely slept the night before, tossing and turning with the overwhelming realization that Captain Levi Ackerman was interested in her. Now, every second felt like an eternity as she waited for him to walk through the door, her heart thudding in anticipation.

Any second now…

She wiped her hands on her apron, glancing nervously at the door. Her palms were clammy, and she kept fidgeting, adjusting her apron to make sure it sat just right, even though she knew it didn’t matter. Levi had been coming to the bakery every day now, and this morning was no different—or at least, she hoped it wouldn’t be.

Just as the thought crossed her mind, the familiar chime of the doorbell rang out, signaling Levi’s arrival. But when Vanessa looked up, her stomach dropped.

Levi had indeed walked in, his expression as stoic and intense as ever, but he wasn’t alone.

Hange Zoe trailed in right behind him, practically bouncing with energy as she glanced around the bakery. Levi, on the other hand, looked decidedly irritated, his usual scowl even deeper than normal as he glanced sideways at Hange, clearly unhappy about something.

Vanessa froze, her hands clutching the edge of the counter as she tried to process the scene in front of her. What is Hange doing here? She and Hange had only met briefly once before, but Vanessa had never expected her to show up at the bakery again, especially not with Levi.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she watched them approach. Levi’s scowl deepened, and Vanessa couldn’t help but feel a flicker of anxiety. Was something wrong? Had Hange said something to upset him?

“Vanessa!” Hange’s voice rang out cheerfully, completely oblivious to Levi’s irritation. “What a surprise! I didn’t know Levi was such a fan of this place, but here we are again!”

Levi let out a low, frustrated sigh, his hand briefly coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose as if he were barely holding back his annoyance. “Hange,” he muttered under his breath, his tone filled with impatience.

Vanessa blinked, trying to hide her confusion. Why did Levi seem so irritated? And why was Hange tagging along? She glanced between the two of them, her heart racing as she tried to read the situation.

“Oh, don’t mind him,” Hange said with a wave of her hand, clearly unfazed by Levi’s mood. “He’s just grumpy because I insisted on coming with him this morning. I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.”

Vanessa’s brow furrowed. Fuss? She glanced at Levi, who looked like he was one step away from dragging Hange out of the bakery by force. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest, and the tension in his posture was unmistakable.

“What… fuss?” Vanessa asked hesitantly, still trying to understand why Hange had come along.

Hange grinned, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Well, Levi’s been coming here every single day lately, and I was curious to see what the big deal was. You know, I’ve never seen him so dedicated to a place like this before.”

Vanessa’s heart skipped a beat. Every single day? Was it really that noticeable? She glanced at Levi, who looked even more irritated now, and realized that Hange’s presence must’ve disrupted something. Levi’s scowl wasn’t just his usual expression—it was deeper, sharper, like he was actually upset.

Vanessa frowned slightly, her mind racing. Why would Levi be upset that Hange was here? It wasn’t like he cared about who came into the bakery… right?

Hange, oblivious to the tension, leaned against the counter and gave Vanessa a knowing smile. “I’ve been dragging Levi around all morning on errands, so I figured I’d treat him to some tea.” She glanced over at Levi, clearly enjoying herself. “He doesn’t seem too pleased about it, though.”

Vanessa hesitated, still feeling the weight of Levi’s gaze. He looked like he’d rather be anywhere else but here right now—or maybe it was because Hange had crashed what was supposed to be his usual quiet visit.

Before Vanessa could say anything, Levi finally spoke, his voice low and tight with frustration. “You weren’t supposed to come.”

Vanessa’s eyes widened at the sharpness of his tone. She had never heard Levi speak like that before, not with this level of annoyance. He sounded like Hange had ruined something important, but Vanessa couldn’t understand what.

Hange just laughed, clearly not taking his irritation seriously. “Oh, come on, Levi. It’s not the end of the world if I join you for a cup of tea, is it?”

Levi’s jaw clenched, and for a brief moment, Vanessa caught a glimpse of something deeper in his expression. It wasn’t just irritation—it was frustration. And not just with Hange, but with the entire situation.

He didn’t want her here. That much was obvious now.

Levi’s eyes flicked toward Vanessa for a moment, and in that brief glance, she felt like she understood something—something that made her stomach twist in nervous anticipation.

He didn’t want Hange here because… this was his time. The time he usually spent talking to Vanessa. Alone.

Vanessa’s heart raced as the realization sank in. Levi had been coming here every day, and now, for the first time, someone else had intruded on that routine. Hange wasn’t supposed to be here, and it was throwing Levi off. He wasn’t just irritated—he was disappointed.

Hange, still oblivious to the tension in the air, grinned at Vanessa. “So, what do you think, Vanessa? Will you be treating us to the usual? Or should I try something new?”

Vanessa blinked, her mind still spinning from the realization. “I… uh, sure, I’ll get you the usual.”

Levi shot Hange a glare as Vanessa hurried to prepare the tea and roll. His irritation was palpable, and now that Vanessa understood the reason behind it, she felt even more self-conscious. He wanted to spend time here—alone—with her. And Hange had thrown a wrench into that plan.

As Vanessa set the tea and roll in front of Levi, she caught his gaze again. His expression softened slightly, the sharpness in his eyes fading for a moment as he looked at her. But the frustration was still there, simmering just below the surface.

“Thanks,” he muttered, his tone a little gruff but not unkind.

Vanessa nodded, trying to keep her hands from trembling. “You’re welcome.”

Hange, still grinning, leaned in closer to Vanessa, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Don’t let him fool you. He loves it here. That’s why he’s been coming every day.”

Levi shot Hange another warning glare, his patience clearly wearing thin. “Hange, we’re leaving.”

Hange shrugged, still completely unfazed. “Fine, fine. But I’m coming back soon. This place is too good to pass up.”

Levi grunted in response, already turning toward the door, clearly done with the conversation. But as he reached the exit, he paused, glancing back at Vanessa one last time.

“I’ll be back,” he said quietly, his voice firm but less tense than before.

Vanessa nodded, her heart still racing. “Okay.”

The bell above the door chimed as Levi and Hange walked out, and Vanessa stood there, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts. Now, it all made sense. Levi had been coming here not just for the tea, but for the time he spent with her. And now that she understood why he had been so irritated, her heart raced even faster.

He wanted to spend time with me.

Vanessa couldn’t shake the thought, her cheeks flushing as the reality of it all settled in. Captain Levi Ackerman was interested in her. And now, more than ever, she knew she couldn’t deny it.

Because now, it was crystal clear.

…

Meanwhile back at Scout HQ, the other soldiers had begun to notice a peculiar routine involving their usually stoic and grim captain. It wasn’t like Captain Levi to have any habits outside of cleaning and training—yet, lately, every single morning, like clockwork, he was gone. Always at the same time, leaving in the early morning and returning before noon. It was unusual, and what was more unsettling was the subtle change in his demeanor when he came back.

It was Eren who noticed first, though he hadn’t said anything outright. He had been with Levi that day in the bakery when Vanessa had spilled the tea, and since then, he’d watched as Levi seemed to go back there more and more frequently. At first, Eren thought it was just because Levi liked tea and wanted a quiet place to sit. But lately, Levi had come back from the bakery with an expression that could only be described as… well, not quite happy, but something close to it. For Levi, even the smallest hint of contentment was shocking.

Eren had kept his suspicions to himself, but the others had started to catch on too.

One morning, as the scouts gathered in the briefing room, Jean couldn’t help but speak up, his curiosity finally getting the better of him.

"Has anyone else noticed that Captain Levi disappears every morning?" Jean asked, glancing around the room. "It’s like he’s got some kind of secret mission."

Connie, who was sprawled out lazily on one of the chairs, smirked. "Secret mission? Yeah, the mission to get his tea fix."

Jean rolled his eyes. "I’m serious. It’s weird. He’s been doing it for weeks now. Same time, every day, without fail."

Mikasa, who was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, narrowed her eyes thoughtfully. "He does go out a lot… and he doesn’t take anyone with him." She glanced at Eren, who was sitting quietly at the table. "Eren, you’ve been with him before. Where does he go?"

Eren shrugged, but there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "It’s just some bakery in Wall Rose. We went there once. Some girl works there." His lips twitched slightly as he remembered the scene with Vanessa. "She spilled tea all over him."

Connie snorted, trying to imagine that. "Wait—Captain Levi let someone spill tea on him? And lived?"

Sasha perked up from her spot next to Connie. "It’s true! I saw it. He didn’t even get mad—just stared at her like nothing happened."

Jean leaned in, his eyebrows raised. "Hold on. So you’re saying Levi’s been going to this bakery every day to… see some girl?"

"It’s not just for the tea," Eren added, his tone more serious. "He doesn’t say much, but you can tell. The bakery’s nice and quiet, but the way he looks at her…" He trailed off, letting the others fill in the blanks.

Mikasa’s eyes narrowed even more. "Wait. We ran into her once, didn’t we? That girl who bumped into him when we were in town?"

"Yeah," Eren confirmed. "Same one."

Jean leaned back in his chair, a look of disbelief on his face. "You’re telling me that Captain Levi—the guy who’s never shown interest in anything except killing Titans and cleaning—has been hanging out with some bakery girl?"

Connie’s eyes widened, and Sasha let out a small gasp. "Do you think…?" Sasha started, but then she hesitated, not wanting to voice what was on everyone’s mind.

Armin, who had been silent up until now, finally spoke, his voice thoughtful. "It’s possible. Captain Levi’s been different lately. Not in a bad way, but… more relaxed, I guess." He glanced at Eren for confirmation, and Eren nodded slightly.

Jean’s jaw dropped. "Relaxed? Are we talking about the same Levi? Captain Levi, the guy who never smiles and would rather clean the barracks than talk to anyone?"

Mikasa’s eyes flickered with uncertainty. "It is strange. He’s been… softer, in a way. He’s still Levi, but there’s something else going on."

Floch, who had been sitting quietly, raised an eyebrow. "Wait, so are we all just going to ignore the fact that Levi—Captain Levi—might be, I don’t know, interested in someone?"

There was a collective pause as everyone processed that possibility.

Jean was the first to break the silence, laughing softly. "No way. Levi? Interested in someone? No chance."

Eren, however, wasn’t so sure. He remembered the way Levi had glanced at Vanessa when they were in the bakery, the way his eyes had lingered on her, and the fact that he hadn’t shown any irritation when she spilled the tea. That wasn’t the Levi he was used to.

"Don’t be so sure," Eren muttered, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "You didn’t see the way he looked at her."

Sasha, ever the romantic, gasped dramatically. "You think Captain likes her?"

Connie leaned in closer, his eyes wide with excitement. "That’s what it sounds like!"

Even Mikasa seemed surprised by the revelation. "Captain Levi… liking someone? I don’t think I’ve ever seen him interested in anyone like that."

Eren stayed silent, but the pieces were starting to fall into place. Levi wasn’t just going to that bakery for the tea. He was going to see Vanessa. And the fact that he came back looking even the slightest bit content was a dead giveaway.

Jean shook his head in disbelief. "This is insane. Next thing you know, Levi will be bringing her flowers or something."

Connie laughed. "Yeah, and cleaning the bakery for her!"

But Armin, ever the observant one, didn’t laugh. Instead, he leaned forward, his expression serious. "You know, this might be good for him," he said quietly. "Levi’s been through a lot. We all have. Maybe this is something that helps him relax. He deserves some peace, too."

There was a moment of silence as everyone considered Armin’s words. As much as they found the idea of Levi being interested in someone surprising, they couldn’t deny that Armin had a point. Levi had carried so much weight for so long—perhaps this bakery, this girl, was giving him a small escape from the constant battle they had all faced.

Mikasa nodded slightly, her expression thoughtful. "Perhaps. We should leave him be. If this is something that brings him even a small amount of peace, we have no right to interfere."

The room fell quiet again as the scouts processed the strange new reality they were facing. Captain Levi—cold, stoic, and intimidating—was going to a bakery every day, and he seemed… happier for it. It was alarming to see Levi look anything close to happy, but at the same time, it was a relief.

And as the conversation died down, one thing became clear.

Something—or someone—was making Levi Ackerman feel something other than the weight of the world.

…

The next morning, the Scouts gathered in the courtyard, whispering amongst themselves as they waited for Levi to make his move. Curiosity had gotten the better of them—Captain Levi going to the same bakery every morning? Coming back looking less intense, maybe even a bit… content? It was too strange to ignore.

“Alright, there he is,” Jean muttered, nodding in the direction of Levi, who was striding toward the gate. His usual calm, focused demeanor was intact, but now that they knew his routine, the Scouts could sense something different. He was headed to that bakery again, and they weren’t going to let the opportunity pass.

“Let’s follow him,” Connie whispered, eyes wide with excitement.

Sasha, beside him, nodded eagerly, her usual exuberance dampened by the need to stay quiet. “Do you think he’ll notice us?”

Mikasa shook her head, though even she seemed intrigued by the prospect of Levi having some sort of… softer side. “We need to stay out of sight. Levi isn’t the type to take kindly to being followed.”

Armin adjusted his scarf, looking slightly anxious. “Are you sure this is a good idea? He might—”

“It’ll be fine,” Eren interrupted, his eyes narrowing as he watched Levi’s figure grow smaller in the distance. “We just need to see what’s going on. This doesn’t make sense.”

Floch, who had been lingering nearby, let out a soft chuckle. “You’re all seriously going to spy on him? This is going to be a disaster.”

But the others had already made up their minds.

Quietly, they trailed Levi, keeping a safe distance as they followed him through the streets of Wall Rose. The tension was palpable, everyone feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. What would they find? They’d all seen glimpses of this Vanessa girl, but the idea that Levi had any interest in someone like her—anyone at all, really—seemed absurd.

Eventually, Levi turned down a familiar street, and the Scouts slowed their pace, staying just far enough back to avoid detection. Sure enough, they saw him approach the entrance of The Sweet House, the bakery that had become the center of their curiosity.

Jean squinted, his voice barely a whisper. “He’s actually going in there again.”

“Shh,” Mikasa hissed, elbowing him sharply. “We need to stay hidden.”

Levi pushed open the door to the bakery, the bell above the door chiming softly as he stepped inside. The Scouts, now positioned across the street, crouched behind a small stack of crates, trying to get a better view through the bakery’s wide windows. The scene inside unfolded before them, and what they saw left them utterly flabbergasted.

Levi walked straight up to the counter, where Vanessa was standing, her hands busy with a tray of freshly baked goods. The moment she saw him, her face lit up—not in an over-the-top way, but there was definitely a smile there, soft and genuine. And Levi… well, Levi wasn’t exactly smiling, but his usual harsh expression seemed noticeably softer, more relaxed.

Vanessa greeted him, and though the Scouts couldn’t hear what was being said, they watched in stunned silence as Levi actually engaged her in conversation. His body language, while still composed, was less rigid than usual. And as Vanessa handed him a cup of tea, his expression flickered—just the tiniest shift—as he accepted it.

“Is he… talking to her?” Connie whispered, his eyes wide.

“Yeah, but not just talking,” Sasha added, her voice hushed with disbelief. “He’s, like… almost friendly?”

Jean shook his head in disbelief. “There’s no way. This is Levi we’re talking about.”

They all watched, completely captivated, as Levi continued to speak with Vanessa. She seemed a little nervous—shy, even—but she wasn’t stumbling over her words or spilling anything this time. And Levi… he was definitely trying. As friendly as Levi could get, anyway.

Armin blinked, stunned by what he was seeing. “I can’t believe it. He’s really making an effort.”

“Levi. Making an effort,” Eren muttered, shaking his head. “I don’t know if I should be impressed or terrified.”

Just then, as the Scouts continued to stare, Levi’s eyes flicked toward the window—right where they were all huddled behind the crates.

Time seemed to freeze.

His expression darkened in an instant. The subtle softness that had been there moments before vanished completely, replaced by a cold, irritated glare that could pierce through steel. His eyes locked onto them, and the message was clear: You’ve been caught.

“Crap!” Connie yelped, ducking down behind the crates.

Sasha followed suit, whispering frantically. “Do you think he saw us?”

Eren let out a low groan, rubbing the back of his neck. “He definitely saw us.”

Mikasa frowned, glancing at the others. “What now?”

Inside the bakery, Levi narrowed his eyes at the group, clearly annoyed. Without a word, he turned back to Vanessa, muttering something to her—likely some excuse or explanation—before he turned on his heel and made a beeline for the door.

The Scouts barely had time to scramble to their feet before Levi stormed out of the bakery, his glare like a storm cloud waiting to strike.

“What the hell are you all doing here?” Levi’s voice was low and dangerous, sending a shiver down the spines of everyone present. His hands were clenched at his sides, and the irritation in his expression was unmistakable.

Jean tried to stammer out an explanation. “W-We were just—uh—”

Connie cut in, his voice shaking. “We were just—uh—curious?”

Levi’s glare intensified. “Curious about what?”

Eren, knowing they had been caught red-handed, stepped forward, his face serious. “We noticed you’ve been going to that bakery every morning. We just wanted to see what was going on.”

Levi’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, it looked like he might snap. But then, with an exasperated sigh, he pinched the bridge of his nose and muttered something under his breath.

“I don’t owe any of you an explanation,” Levi said flatly, his voice icy. “But if you ever try following me again, you’ll be doing laps around HQ until your legs give out. Understood?”

The Scouts, all still in various stages of panic, nodded furiously.

“Yes, sir!” they chorused.

Levi shot one last glare at the group before turning on his heel and heading back into the bakery without another word, leaving the Scouts standing there, still reeling from the confrontation.

As soon as the door closed behind him, Jean let out a low whistle. “Man, he was pissed.”

Connie shook his head, wide-eyed. “We’re lucky we didn’t get killed.”

Armin, still processing what had just happened, glanced at the bakery. “But… he didn’t deny it. About her, I mean.”

Eren crossed his arms, his brow furrowed. “Yeah. He didn’t.”

The realization hit them all at once—Levi had been going to the bakery for more than just the tea. And he didn’t want them interfering in whatever was going on with Vanessa.

Sasha was the first to break the stunned silence, her voice soft but filled with wonder. “I think… I think Captain Levi really likes her.”

The group exchanged glances, a strange mixture of shock and disbelief still lingering in the air.

“Yeah,” Jean muttered, running a hand through his hair. “I think he does too.”

And as they all stood there, processing the strange, surreal truth, one thing was clear—whatever was happening between Levi and Vanessa, it was something they’d never expected.

….

Vanessa stood behind the counter, her heart still racing from her brief conversation with Levi. As much as she had tried to stay calm, her nerves had been on edge all morning, especially after seeing the Scouts hiding outside the bakery like a group of guilty children. She didn’t understand why they’d been there, or what they were doing, but the tension in the air was unmistakable.

And then, Levi had seen them.

Vanessa hadn’t needed to hear his words to know he wasn’t happy. His entire posture had stiffened, his jaw clenched, and the intensity in his gaze had sharpened the moment his eyes locked onto the window. She couldn’t see the Scouts anymore from her angle, but she could easily imagine them scrambling in fear under Levi’s glare.

Moments later, the door to the bakery opened again, the bell above it chiming softly. Levi walked back inside, his irritation palpable. His expression was as cold and stony as ever, but there was an unmistakable tightness to his movements. His usual controlled, precise demeanor was still there, but he was clearly annoyed.

Vanessa swallowed hard, her heart pounding as he approached the counter. She didn’t know what to say—if she should say anything at all—so she just stood there, watching as he walked toward her, the tension radiating off him like heat.

Levi stopped in front of her, his hands resting on the edge of the counter, his eyes fixed on her but slightly distant, as though his mind was elsewhere.

“They followed me,” he muttered, his voice low and edged with frustration.

Vanessa blinked, taken aback. “What?”

Levi’s eyes narrowed slightly, a muscle in his jaw tightening. “My squad,” he clarified, his voice clipped. “They were outside, spying on us.”

Vanessa’s heart skipped a beat. Spying? On us? She glanced toward the window, suddenly understanding why Levi had looked so irritated when he had walked back inside.

“They were… spying?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “Why?”

Levi let out a soft, exasperated sigh, his fingers tapping against the counter as though he was trying to rein in his frustration. “They’re curious. And they have too much time on their hands.” His grey eyes flicked toward the window, as if making sure the Scouts were well and truly gone. “Apparently, they’ve noticed I’ve been coming here every day.”

Vanessa felt her cheeks flush at the implication. She couldn’t help but wonder what the others must have thought—why Levi had been coming to the bakery every day, and what they might have assumed about her. The idea made her stomach flip with nerves.

“Oh,” she muttered, her hands fidgeting nervously with the edge of her apron. “I didn’t realize…”

Levi’s gaze softened—just a fraction, but enough that Vanessa noticed. His irritation wasn’t directed at her. If anything, it seemed like he was more frustrated with the Scouts than anything else.

“They’re idiots,” he muttered, more to himself than to her. “But they’re harmless.”

Vanessa wasn’t so sure. She could only imagine the teasing and questions she might face the next time she ran into any of the Scouts, especially after they had all seen Levi here, talking to her, trying to be friendly.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly, not really sure why she was apologizing. “I didn’t mean for them to… you know.”

Levi shook his head, his irritation easing just a little. “It’s not your fault.” His voice was calmer now, though the hard edge hadn’t completely disappeared. “They’re just nosy.”

There was a brief silence between them, the air heavy with unspoken words. Vanessa could still feel the weight of Levi’s earlier frustration, but there was something else there too—something softer, something that made her heart beat a little faster.

Levi glanced toward the door again, his expression still serious, but his posture had relaxed slightly. “If they give you any trouble,” he said, his voice quieter now, “tell me.”

Vanessa blinked, surprised by the offer. “Oh, I—um—okay,” she stammered, feeling her cheeks heat up again. The idea of Levi standing up for her, even in something as simple as dealing with nosy scouts, made her heart skip a beat.

Levi’s gaze lingered on her for a moment, his eyes dark and thoughtful. It was a strange feeling, standing here with him, knowing that he had come back inside, frustrated, but had chosen to stay and talk to her anyway. He could have left. He could have walked away without a word. But instead, he had come back to the counter, chosen to stay, chosen to talk.

Vanessa swallowed hard, trying to keep her voice steady. “Are they… are they going to come back?”

Levi’s eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of annoyance creeping back into his expression. “Not if they know what’s good for them.”

A small, nervous laugh escaped Vanessa before she could stop it. She quickly covered her mouth, embarrassed, but Levi didn’t seem to mind. If anything, the corners of his mouth twitched ever so slightly, almost like he was amused.

For a moment, they stood there, the tension easing between them, though the air still felt heavy with the weight of everything that had happened. Vanessa wasn’t sure what was going on, or what Levi was thinking, but she could feel the subtle shift in the way he looked at her.

And for the first time, she didn’t feel quite so nervous. Maybe it was because Levi’s irritation wasn’t directed at her, or maybe it was the fact that he had chosen to stay, despite everything. But standing there with him, in the quiet of the bakery, Vanessa felt a little more at ease.

“Thank you,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Levi’s gaze softened again, just for a moment, before he nodded. “You’re welcome.”

And as the silence settled between them once more, Vanessa couldn’t help but wonder what the Scouts had seen—what they had really seen—when they had followed Levi to the bakery that morning.

Because whatever it was, it had been enough to make them curious.

Enough to make them follow.

And enough to make Levi come back, despite it all.

As Vanessa stood there, still trying to process the tension between her and Levi, the door to the backroom suddenly swung open, and in walked Vivian, her face lighting up the moment she saw Levi standing at the counter. Vanessa’s stomach dropped. Oh no. Not now, not again.

“Vanessa!” Vivian’s voice was cheerful and loud, immediately drawing Levi’s attention as she walked over with a knowing grin. “Good morning, Captain Levi!”

Vanessa’s heart plummeted. She already knew where this was going. Her mother had done this before, and every time, it made her want to sink into the ground and disappear.

Levi gave a small nod in acknowledgment, his expression unreadable but noticeably stiffening at the sound of Vivian’s voice. Vanessa felt the heat rising to her cheeks, her entire body tensing as her mother sauntered over, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

“Such a surprise to see you here again, Captain,” Vivian said with exaggerated enthusiasm. “You’ve been coming by every day now, haven’t you?” Her grin widened, and Vanessa knew what was coming next. “You know, ever since you started visiting, Vanessa’s been so much happier. She’s always smiling and in a good mood.”

Vanessa’s eyes went wide, panic surging through her veins. “Mom—”

But Vivian, ignoring her daughter’s protests, pressed on, her voice as bright and cheerful as ever. “It’s just so nice to see! You know, Vanessa works so hard—baking all day, serving customers—and when she’s not here, all she does is sleep. She’s single, you know. And lonely.”

Vanessa felt like the ground was crumbling beneath her. “Mom, please—”

“And,” Vivian continued, as if she hadn’t heard a word, “now that you’ve been coming here, she’s been smiling more, hasn’t she? She’s always talking about how good you are at… well, everything.” Vivian winked, clearly enjoying herself. “Maybe you’ve had something to do with her better mood.”

Levi, for his part, stood perfectly still, his expression impassive, though Vanessa could sense the tension building. His eyes flicked briefly to Vanessa, then back to Vivian, his face unreadable but definitely uncomfortable.

“Mom!” Vanessa practically shouted, her voice cracking with embarrassment. “Stop!”

But Vivian was relentless. “Oh, don’t be shy, sweetie!” She turned her attention back to Levi, who still hadn’t spoken, though the discomfort on his face was becoming more obvious. “Captain, you should know that Vanessa is quite the catch. A sweet, hardworking girl like her? And she’s been so much happier since you’ve started coming by. I think you’ve made a real impression.”

Vanessa’s face was burning with humiliation. She could barely even look at Levi. She couldn’t believe her mother was doing this again—right in front of him. Her heart raced, her palms sweaty as she tried to think of a way to salvage the situation.

With a deep breath, Vanessa reached out and grabbed her mother by the arm, pulling her away from the counter with more force than usual. “Mom, enough,” she said through gritted teeth, her voice low and urgent. “Please, just go.”

Vivian, still smiling, looked mildly surprised but not at all offended. “Alright, alright, I’ll leave you two to it,” she said with a teasing grin, before giving Levi one last look. “But just remember what I said, Captain!”

Before Vanessa could die of mortification, she all but shoved her mother back into the kitchen, her face burning with embarrassment. She could still feel Levi’s eyes on her, and the awkwardness in the air was almost suffocating.

“I’m so sorry,” Vanessa said, her voice barely above a whisper as she turned back to Levi, unable to meet his gaze. “She—she’s just—ugh, I don’t know why she does this.”

There was a long, uncomfortable pause. Vanessa’s heart was pounding, and she could feel her pulse in her ears. She didn’t dare look at Levi, terrified of what she might see on his face—irritation, embarrassment, or worse, indifference.

But then, to her surprise, Levi spoke, his voice low and calm.

“It’s fine,” he said, his tone surprisingly gentle given the situation. “I’ve dealt with worse.”

Vanessa blinked, startled by his response. She looked up at him, finally meeting his eyes, and found that his expression wasn’t angry or annoyed like she had feared. If anything, he looked almost… amused. In that quiet, subtle way that only Levi could manage.

Still, the embarrassment lingered. “I’m really sorry,” Vanessa muttered again, her hands fidgeting with her apron. “She’s just… she thinks she’s helping.”

Levi studied her for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly, though not unkindly. “Your mother cares about you,” he said simply, as if that explained everything.

Vanessa let out a small, nervous laugh, her heart still racing. “Yeah… sometimes a little too much.”

Levi didn’t respond right away, but there was a brief flicker of something in his eyes—a hint of understanding, maybe even empathy. He stood there, quiet but present, and despite the lingering awkwardness, Vanessa felt a strange sense of relief.

At least he wasn’t running out the door after what her mother had just said.

Vanessa sighed softly, running a hand through her hair as she tried to calm herself down. “I can’t believe she said that,” she muttered, mostly to herself.

Levi, however, seemed unfazed. He glanced toward the kitchen door where Vivian had disappeared, then back at Vanessa. “She’s right about one thing,” he said quietly, his voice steady but soft.

Vanessa blinked, confused. “What do you mean?”

Levi’s gaze didn’t waver, his expression as calm and controlled as ever. “You have been smiling more.”

Vanessa’s breath caught in her throat, her heart skipping a beat as she stared at him, completely caught off guard by his words. For a moment, she didn’t know what to say—didn’t know how to respond.

Did he really notice that?

Her cheeks flushed again, though this time it wasn’t just from embarrassment. She looked away, biting her lip as she tried to suppress the small smile threatening to tug at her lips. “I guess… maybe I have,” she admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Levi said nothing more, but the silence between them felt different now—softer, quieter, and somehow more comfortable. Whatever tension had been lingering in the air had eased, and for the first time that morning, Vanessa felt like she could breathe again.

“Thank you,” she said softly, her voice steady now. “For not… running out after that.”

Levi’s mouth twitched, almost imperceptibly, in the faintest hint of a smile. “It would take more than that to get rid of me.”

Vanessa couldn’t help but smile, her heart lighter than it had been all morning. And though her mother’s words still echoed in the back of her mind, she found herself feeling a little less mortified—and maybe even a little hopeful.

Because Levi hadn’t just stayed.

He’d noticed.

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J.F - (Joao Felix) PT. 2

Warnings- Stalking, blood, scary Joao, swearing, knife play, hide and seek, kind of a happy ending…

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You were shocked, how could Joao do this- to you! “Joao,” Your voice was shaky “You need to stop.” Joao smiled, leaning close and whispering into your ear “Oh baby, I’m just getting started.” He sly backed away still smiling, he then put the knife that he carved his initials into your skin on your kitchen counter, then he left. “I’ll be back.” He said in a sing-song voice.

The next couple days you stayed cooped up in your apartment watching happy movies, so you wouldn’t think about what happened with Joao. It was Wednesday night and you fell asleep on the couch, and forgetting to lock the door. Joao had been watching- no, stalking you, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And this was it. Joao sneakily entered your apartment, careful not to wake you as he went to your bedroom. He searched through your drawers, your desk, your bed, anything that he could look through, he did. Once he was done going through your things he entered the living room, where you slept softly and quietly. “Oh bunny?” He called out, you woke up at the sound of his voice. You quietly, knowing that he was about 10 feet away from you, hid from him. You hid behind the couch, and every step he took towards you, you did the opposite. Slowly making your way to the kitchen. Once he turned his head away from you you ran to the door. It was locked, and your key was in the office two rooms away from your door. ‘Fuck’ you thought to yourself. You could hear his footsteps going into the bathroom, and you went back into the living room. Trying to make your way to your keys in the office room. You had keys to your door because it was an old door that didn’t close very well- keys was your only option other than getting a new door and you weren’t spending 10 grand on a new door. “Come out and play with me, kitten. I know your here somewhere…” He called from the bathroom. ‘Why is his voice this attractive?’ You thought as you crept your way through the living room into the bedroom. Once you where into your bedroom you sat up and took a break, wiping the sweat that was formed on your brow. You heard him moving again, towards the kitchen. You crouched again and kept moving forward towards the office. “Oh baby, don’t be afraid. I’ll protect you unlike other fuck-boys~” You heard a smash, a vase breaking in the kitchen, “JUST FUCKING C’MERE ALREADY!” He yelled, starting you. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have… done that.” He said, footsteps getting closer to you. You got to the office and grabbed your keys. Standing up and turning around, coming face to face with Joao. “AH!” You jumped, he smirked, “Aww, kitten. Did I scare you?” He kissed your arms where he left his initials carved into your skin from the other day. “Are you afraid?” He asked, almost as a threat. “Y-yes.” You replied with tears in your eyes. He looked up at you and wiped your tears away, “Shh, don’t cry now, bunny.” He took his knife and wiped your tears with the knife while saying, “There is nothing to be afraid of.” He pulled you into an embrace and smelled your hair, “God, you smell so good.” He groaned and pressed his body against yours. “Joao, stop~” You pushed him away but he didn’t budge.

Suddenly, 2 people came barging into the room with a police outfit on. Joao let go of you, spinning on his heels to face the men. “Drop the knife!” One of the yelled, holding a gun at him up while the other grabbed you, putting you behind the two men. “What the hell is going on?!” Joao snarled at the men, dropping his knife. The one that had pulled you away from Joao spoke up, “(Y/N is my best friend. When you came to her house that one night, she called me as soon as you left. Telling me that you’d be back. I’ve been patrolling her apartment every night since then and when I got a text from her just saying ‘x’ I knew she was in trouble. I’m a police officer if you couldn’t tell, my name is Tyler and this is my buddy, Mark. And you sir, are under arrest.” Mark grabs Joao and put him in handcuffs, leading him out of the apartment. You see Joao go into the officer’s car and Mark waiting for Tyler outside of the car. “Thank you so much, Tyler. I could have died tonight.” He smiled at you and pulled you into an embrace, “Your so welcome.” He pulled away and looked down towards the car, “I should probably go now, Mark is waiting.” He smiled once more “See you ‘round. ‘Kay?” You smiled and nodded “See ya!” He walked out, and you saw Tyler and Mark take your boyfriend to jail. A sight you thought you’d never see, but, the future changes. Very much like Joao.

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fanficshiddles · 1 year ago

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The Redbridge Hunts, Chapter 16

‘You can’t be serious?’ Matt asked, trying to hide the uneasiness in his voice.

‘I’m deadly serious. It was Toshi, the hunter. She’s back.’ Chris said as he leaned back against the counter in the teachers’ lounge.

‘I thought she died a brutal death?’ Hannibal asked.

‘I heard she committed suicide.’ Jessica chimed in.

‘No, she just moved abroad is what I heard, and clearly that is the right one since she’s back.’ David argued.

‘I heard that she fell in love and decided to stop having such a dangerous job.’ Came Severus’ voice from behind a newspaper that he held up on front of him, so no one could see him.

‘Why didn’t she kill you, Chris? I thought she was the most ruthless vampire hunter out there?’ Jessica asked.

‘You know I can’t be killed as easily as the rest of you.’ Chris scoffed. ‘She tried, but failed miserably. I suspect she’s lost her touch.’

‘Or, she probably knows you can’t be killed easily so didn’t bother to waste her energy. I doubt you were just innocently walking through the park, she no doubt stopped you from doing some… questionable deeds.’ Severus said as he slowly lowered the paper enough to raise an eyebrow at the headmaster.

Chris glared at Severus, then headed for the door. ‘Toshi is back. Which means we are all in danger, more so than before. She said she wants to wipe out all vampires, we need to get to her first.’

Loki had kept quiet until Chris left the room. ‘He’s on edge. She’s rattled him, for some reason.’ He hummed with a frown.

‘Really?’ David asked.

‘Definitely.’ Loki nodded. ‘I think Severus is right, she probably stopped him from feeding on a human but knows he can’t be taken down simply, if what I’ve heard about her is correct, she’s intelligent. So, she would know when to pick her battles and who with.’

‘I’m always right.’ Severus drawled as he went back to hiding behind his newspaper.

Loki rolled his eyes. ‘I don’t think we need to worry about her. I have a feeling if it was her doing the killings lately, Kirsten wouldn’t have made it out alive… wait, Chris said she wore a cloak?’

Matt nodded.

‘Apparently it was a cloaked figure that brought Kirsten to safety. Perhaps she’s not only looking out for humans.’

‘You think she’s hunting the hunters?’ Hannibal asked.

‘Maybe? I mean, Kirsten and Stevie weren’t bad vampires, maybe she knows that most of us are trying to be better.’ Loki suggested.

‘How do we know for sure we don’t need to worry about her?’ Hannibal asked.

‘We don’t know, yet... I don’t know.’ Loki sighed and ran a hand down his face. ‘We just need to be more careful, for now.’

Everyone nodded and mumbled in agreement.

L: Have a good night with Jessica. Make sure you get a reliable taxi home. If there’s any issues, just call me. X

C: I will, thank you. Hope you enjoy your Saturday night, too. See you tomorrow. x

Loki sighed as he sat back on the sofa and tried to focus on the TV. Even with Bat purring on his lap, he really struggled to relax. He wasn’t sure why though, he knew that Claire would be safe enough being out with Jessica. They’d been looking forward to their girl’s night all week.

Something still niggled at him though, a feeling in the pit of his stomach that grew stronger and stronger as the evening went on.

Claire and Jessica hit up a few pubs before going to the club, so Claire was happily tipsy by the time they got to the bustling club. Jessica ordered doubles every time without Claire knowing, while Claire had singles, so Jessica wasn’t too far behind Claire even with her higher tolerance to alcohol.

Between doing some dancing among the sea of people, they managed to snag a small table at the side of the dancefloor, Claire got them a pitcher of a sex on the beach cocktail.

‘So, how are things going with you and Loki?’ Jessica asked with a smirk.

‘I guess everyone knows there’s something between us, huh?’ Claire giggled.

‘Of course. We haven’t seen Loki so happy in a long time.’ Jessica grinned.

Claire blushed a little. ‘I really really like him… a lot.’

‘Sounds like there’s a but coming?’ Jessica frowned.

‘No… not really… well, I just… he seems like he really wants to take things further between us, but he’s been holding back for some reason. He knows I want to, and am ready, but I don’t really know what’s stopping him. He keeps saying he doesn’t want to hurt me, but it doesn’t really make sense why he’d hurt me, I’m not going to break.’ She laughed a little.

Jessica gave Claire’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze. ‘Loki is… quite a complex guy. I’m sure he has his reasons for wanting to wait, to take things slower. Don’t for one second think it’s because you’ve done something wrong though, because this is an issue he has and needs to work through.’

‘Thanks, Jessica.’ Claire smiled.

‘If it’s any consolation, his eyes light up every time you walk into the room. I’ve never seen him so smitten before.’ Jessica grinned as Claire blushed a little, but hid behind her drink.

They didn’t take too long to finish their cocktail pitcher, then they had a shot each before heading back onto the dancefloor and letting loose.

Well into the night, Jessica disappeared for a while, which Claire found odd. She had said she was just going to the bathroom.

Claire went into the girls’ toilets to have a look for her, to make sure she was ok, but there was no sign of her in there. So, she made her way through the club, keeping an eye out through the crowd of people but still couldn't spot her.

She began to feel a little worried, so ended up heading outside. There were plenty of people bustling about out front, some waiting to get in and others just chatting together.

‘Hey, have you seen a woman on her own, red hair, green dress?’ Claire asked one of the security guys.

‘Oh yeah, not long ago she went round there.’ The guy pointed down the alley alongside the club.

Claire stumbled a little as she made her way down the alley, it was darker but there was one street lamp, though pretty dim and it flickered a lot. She couldn’t work out why on earth Jessica would be out here, unless she had found a guy to make out with… or something more intimate.

Not wanting to risk her being in any danger though, Claire continued down the alley, no matter how creepy it was. She had alcohol courage running through her veins which helped.

As she made her way further down the alley, she spotted Jessica.

‘Hey, Jessica…’ Claire trailed off as she got closer, she saw that Jessica had a drunk man against the wall, it looked like she was sucking on his neck. Claire smirked, she had been right in thinking she’d found someone to hook up with.

As Claire was about to turn and head back into the club, Jessica’s head suddenly snapped round towards Claire, her nostrils flared. Claire’s eyes widened as she couldn’t quite believe what she saw.

Jessica had fangs, and they were dripping with the man’s blood.

Jessica’s eyes were dark and she had a blissed out look on her face, she was in a feeding frenzy and Claire smelled heavenly. She began stalking towards Claire, following every step backwards that Claire took.

‘Jessica… please… what… what are you?’ Claire stammered, her heart raced in fear as she kept backing up until she could go no further as she hit a cold brick wall.

‘Don’t be scared… I just want a little bite, I’ll make it feel good for you, it won’t hurt.’ Jessica’s voice sounded like honey, though it didn’t help ease Claire’s mind at all, she was terrified.

For a fleeting second, she did begin to wonder if she was just really drunk and imagining this, vampires weren’t real… Though the evidence was right on front of her, literally about to bite her.

Jessica moved in, so she was pressing against Claire, she placed her hand on her chest to hold her against the wall as she leaned in to sniff at her neck.

‘Jessica, please don’t do this. Please.’ Claire's eyes were watering and her entire body shook.

‘JESSICA!’

Claire had never in her life felt so relieved to see Loki before, he stormed down the alley and pushed Jessica off her, knocking her flying backwards. She hissed at Loki, but he snarled back at her and flashed red eyes at her and his fangs emerged for a moment.

Jessica backed down, her eyes slowly started to turn back to normal as the frenzy she had been in began to wane. ‘Oh… oh my god… Claire… I’m so sorry.’ She gasped.

Loki had already turned back to Claire, who was still incredibly scared and shaken up.

‘It’s ok, Claire. You’re ok. You’re safe, darling.’ Loki whispered softly and cupped her face in both hands, it took her a moment to really focus her eyes onto his, and she nodded slowly as she began to calm down.

‘Claire… I’m sorry.’ Jessica tried to come closer, but Loki snapped his head round and barked at her.

‘Back off!’

Jessica almost began crying because she felt awful that she had scared her friend so badly, and because she had almost fed from her. She couldn’t believe she’d allowed her instincts to run away with her like that.

Loki put his arm around Claire and tried to get her to walk with him, but her legs were so shaky, she almost collapsed. Loki caught her and scooped her up into his arms, he cradled her against his chest and began walking out of the alley.

Taxis were lined up along the road, waiting for people to leave the club, so Loki headed over to one. A security guard working on doors of the club noticed Loki and Claire, he approached them.

‘Is she ok?’ He asked with a frown.

‘She’s drank too much.’ Loki said, eager to just get her home.

The security guard looked at Claire and got her attention. ‘Are you ok, miss? Do you know this man?’

Claire nodded and put her head back in against Loki’s chest. ‘He’s my boyfriend.’ She said quietly.

The guard nodded, happy enough. He opened the backdoor of the taxi for them, Loki nodded back in appreciation for his concern as he bundled Claire into the car and got straight in with her to get her home.

He could still feel her shaking as she curled up against him, he kept his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. ‘It’s ok, sweetheart. You’re ok.’ Loki whispered and rubbed her arm.

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