#she ran away and is hiding because I’m a monster

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Hello! If KNY is still open, may I ask for Kamaboko Squad tickles ft. Aoi and Kanao where Inosuke has recently learned of tickling and becomes too powerful, winning everything by tickling etc., and Tanjiro, Zenitsu and Nezuko need to team up with Aoi and Kanao to take him down? No worries if not of course, I hope you have a wonderful day!

{REQUESTS ARE CLOSED! This is an older ask!}

The way I CACKLED! Anon, this prompt is hilarious! Inosuke going on a tickling rampage makes my heart happy, and any chance to write the kamaboku squad is a good day! I've gotcha covered!

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In the beginning, there was only the unknown.

“Ah! Ahehahahaha! Dohohoohn’t- Tahahhanjihihiro!” Zenitsu cried out as his sides were grabbed, shoving at Tanjiro’s wiggling fingers. “I’m tihihicklish!”

“I know! That’s why I did it.” The brunette laughed gleefully as he gave Zenitsu’s sides another tickle, making him dance out of reach. Inosuke stared at them, face unreadable beneath his bore mask. “Tickle tickle tickle!”

“What’s that?” He blurted out just as Zenitsu caught Tanjiro’s hands within his own, making them pause and look at him. “Monjimo, what were you doing?”

“It’s Tanjiro. I was tickling him. You know- like this?” He poked Zenitsu in the belly, making him jerk and squeak.

“Is it a breathing form? I thought you did water stuff!” Inosuke darted forward to grab him, squishing his face. “What other secrets are you hiding from me, Tomato?!”

“Tanjiro!”

“Knock it off!” Zenitsu came between them, furrowing his brows at the boar man. “Wait- hold on; do you seriously not know what tickling is?”

Silence. The reality of what they were dealing with settled over them the longer they stared at the Inosuke. “Wow…I just assumed everyone knew about it.”

“You know what they say about assuming.” Tanjiro gently reminded as he shuffled to Inosuke, taking his hands. “Inosuke, as the Kamado family's official tickle monster, please allow me to show you the ways.”

~~~

In retrospect, he really shouldn’t have offered.

“Gahahhaha! Ohoho coohoohme oohohohn!” Tanjiro squeaked out at his sides being tasered, turning around only to find the back of Inosuke’s mask as he ran away. “That’s the third time today he’s done that! It’s like he’s on a power trip.”

“Hm.” Zenitsu hummed around his rice ball, side eyeing the brunette the entire time. “Wonder how that came to be.”

“Don’t give me that! I didn’t think he’d actually- well, no this is Inosuke we’re talking about…Okay fine, you got me!” Tanjiro dropped his head in shame, knowing he was responsible for the monster he created. “He’s been trying to get everyone since I taught him how to tickle people- I think yesterday he even tried getting Shinazugawa-san!”

“That son of a- that’s why that old man was in such a bad mood!” Zenitsu fumed as he crushed the handkerchief of his snack. “He made us run extra drills! I’ll never forgive him!”

“I think he’s always like that though..”

“And I even heard he’s planning to tickle Nezuko! The GALL! The inhumanity!” Zenitsu was on a roll now, ranting and raving about the boar slayer’s chaos. “How dare he even think to touch my sweet Nezuko-chan so casually like that!”

“She’s not yours, and they always play fight-” Tanjiro’s interjections fell onto deaf ears as his cheeks were grabbed, Zenitsu huffing and puffing as he glared daggers into him.

“This is your fault, Tanjiro Kamado! We’re in this mess because you taught him how to tickle! I can’t even sleep at night now knowing he’s lurking in every corner, behind every wall-”

“He hasn’t been doing that-”

“He could be! Waiting to pounce on me at any given moment!”

“Zenitsu-”

“He could be here! There! ANYWHERE!”

“ZENITSU!” Tanjiro in a moment of passion lurched forward, headbutting the screaming blonde into silence. “Calm down- I’ve only taught him tickling this morning! I know he’s getting a bit out of hand with it, but that’s why we’re gonna fix it together! Are you with me?..Zenitsu?” He blinked down at the blond-

“Oops.” The brunette covered his mouth, wide eyed at the knocked out being before him. “Sorry…I forgot about my forehead.”

Right- they’ll work together to solve it! Just as soon as Zenitsu woke up.

~~~

“Gahahahaa! Beg for the great Inosuke’s mercy before he reign’s terror down upon you!” The boar masked boy yelled out dramatically, rushing in and standing tall on a bed with his arms raised and fingers curled.

“...Is he talking to us?” Aoi asked, turning to Kanao and Nezuko, unfazed by Inosuke’s antics. The quiet slayer shrugged, a muffled noise following from the demon beside her. “Don’t you have to be in a king to reign over something?”

“Fools! I am the mountain king- the king of beasts and monsters! And I hold the title of the most important monster of all!” He cried, readying himself to leap at the group. Just before he could take the lunge however-

“Hold it right there, king of monsters!” Tanjiro cried, racing over and leaping onto the opposite side of the bed. Behind him, Zenitsu came flying to the girls, putting himself in front of them like a true knight.

Really- he had the pillows stuffed in his clothes for armor and everything. “You shall not harm these fair maidens, foul beast!”

“Foul beast?” Kanao asked softly, earning her own shrug from Aoi.

“Boys. Who can make sense of them? Let’s just see where this goes.”

“Get back, Takoyaki! I’m about to make my name known!” Inosuke puffed up in challenge, setting his sights on his new target.

“It’s Tanjiro! And no way- I created you, and now I have to destroy you!” He whipped out…well, nothing. This was a no weapons kind of battle. Instead, he raised his hands and wiggled his fingers, sizing up his opponent. “I taught you my ways of tickling, but you’ve failed to realize something very crucial about being a tickle monster.”

Inosuke tilted his head. Tanjiro took his shot.

“When one decides to become one, one must be prepared to RECEIVE!” Tanjiro lunged, grabbing Inosuke around the waist and sending them both tumbling into the soft sheets of the bed.

There was a very small, very tense moment of silence. And then-

“AH! Aheahhahahahahha! Nohohoho, thihihs ihihisn’t hohohow it’s suuhuhposed to ghohohoho! Gehahahha!” Tanjiro cried out in laughter, falling to his side when Inosuke grabbed him. His rebellious nature was shattered near completely- foiled by the current reigning king of tickling. “Ahehahahha! Zehhehen- ghahaha! Zehehehnitsu! Hehehehlp meheheehehe!”

“Tanjiro! Hang on!” The blonde cried as he dashed forward, throwing himself into the mix. His pillow armor proved to work against him however, limiting his reach of the boar. “No! My impenetrable armor! I can’t re-ehahhahahahhch!”

“Zehehenitsu!” Tanjiro cried upon hearing his friend’s giggles. Oh no- not him too! In an effort to save his friends, the brunette put in all his best moves, clawing at any tickle spot he could find.

“Geahhahahah! Try all you lihihike!” Inosuke yelled through snickery laughter. “It wohohon’t sthhahap mehehehe!”

“Wehehehell sehehehhee abahout thahahha-AHhahahhahaaa noooo!” Zenistu’s defenses were quickly used against him as Inosuke pulled him down, tickling him with all his might. “Dohoohohn’t thahhat’s nohohoht fahhahair! Mehehehercy! Mehehehercy!”

Outside the chaos, the girls watched on with looks of bemusement and entertainment, raising eyebrows at each other that turned into smiles.

“Inosuke WAS gonna try to tickle us, right?” Aoi reminded, cracking her knuckles. “Shall we help the so-called "Heroes”, ladies?”

“Mmmph!” Nezuko raised her fists in joy. Kanao giggled as she nodded.

“Whahat? Whahaht hey- whahaht’s going ohoho-AH!” Inosuke let out a shout when even more bodies joined the fray, bouncing the bed and nearly sending all of them flying. “Ehehehehehehehe! N-Nohohohoho! GHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Get him, Nezuko!” Tanjiro cried back to his sister as she latched herself onto the boar’s leg, squeezing the life out of it. Taking his chance, he quickly pulled himself back far enough to get a proper grasp on Inosuke’s ribs. “Tickle tickle tickle!”

“GEHEHAHHAHA! AHHHH!” The boar howled with laughter, nearly breaking the sound barrier with his octave. Within a matter of minutes, Aoi and Zenitsu had his arms pinned, Kanao and the Kamado siblings leaving no spot untouched in their pursuit of victory. “EEEHEH AHAHAHHAHAAHHA! IHIHIHM DIHHIHIHIHIHING!”

“Sure you are.” Zenitsu teased as he tugged off the boar mask, giving Inosuke munich needed air. His face was cherry red, hair damp at the brow and eyes teary. “Promise you’ll stop tickling us all the time and we’ll spare you!”

“NENEHEHEVER!” A pig snort escaped, several really. “I WOHOO-EHEHEHK!”

“Inosuke~” Tanjiro playfully scowled, finding a particularly bad spot along his upper ribs. “Promise!”

Stubborn as a- well, boar. Inosuke twisted and flailed beneath the group in near silent laughter. It was only after Kanao focused all her efforts into the terrible spot along his gut that he finally gave in. “FIHIHINE FIIHIHINE YOU WIHIIHIN!”

The tickling came to an end. Inosuke gasped for air as the group pulled back. Wiping at his face, he didn’t utter a word for a good five minutes, just taking deep breaths with his arm over his face. For a moment, a deep suspicion crossed all their minds.

Did we take it too far?

“So thahat’s tiihhickling..” Inosuke finally spoke. He sat up with a grin, suddenly pumped. “DO IT AGAIN!”

“Pfft-” Zenitsu let out a stifled sound as he fell over, laughing hysterically. It wasn’t long before the rest of them were laughing just as much, melting into a puddle of easy laughter.

“What? What’d I say?” Inosuke glared at them, brows furrowed.  “Why are you mocking me!?”

“N-No! No, it’s not mohohockery!” Tanjiro wheezed. “It’s just- you’re so fun, Inosuke. I’m so glad to have you in my life.”

“Hmph!”  The boar seemed pleased, sitting among his minions like a king. It would take a bit of time to teach him all aspects of tickling.

For now, at least everyone was having fun. One thing at a time, Tanjiro decided. One thing at a time.

Thanks for reading!

[babsvibes]

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For the Bob’s Burgers prompt game, I… may have accidentally finished a WIP for this prompt: Erotic Friend Fiction

Tina-Novela

Tina shifted her weight in the red pleather booth and wondered again why Louise called a meeting with her in the restaurant. Typically about this time, her younger sister would be fixing Fischoeder messes or telling her consultants to pull their heads out of their collective asses. Instead, they sat across from each other, Louise’s heavy bag dropped onto the table in between them just moments before.

“Tina, you know that I’ve always been a big supporter of your works,” Louise began, folding her hands in front of her, eyes closed.

“You have?”

“I read all of your stories, don’t I?”

“You do??” Tina asked and broke away from the forebodingly stuffed satchel to stare wide-eyed at Louise, who only shook her head at Tina’s doubt.

“Obviously. It feels like we’re kids and I’m back stealing your diary. Reading it gives me a peek into your life. Or whatever.”

“My life…?” Tina shuffled in her seat and quirked her head just barely, hoping to indicate a passable measure of innocence. “But this isn’t friend fiction. All of the characters and settings in my books are completely fictional.”

“Really?” Reaching into her bag, Louise retrieved a paperback and displayed it with two hands so that Tina could read the title. The artwork beneath it showed three oil painted figures expressing devotion to each other. “The Raven, the Dancer, and their Zek? All you did was leave off the E, T.”

“Heh. ET. And the book is an alien romance. Good one.”

“I’m not done.” She pulled out another copy. “Published a while after a certain sibling and a certain high school heartthrob had a little fling. A Jean Jacket for Jenny.”

“I thought the title was clever…” Tina ran a finger over one of her prouder novels. Her first lesbian romance had been a huge hit. “I can’t believe you actually bought copies. Louise, that's really nice.”

“Which brings me to my next point.” Louise grew serious and deadly. “I wasn’t a fan of your latest work.”

Oh. Oh no.

Louise heaved the last book from her bag, letting it clunk onto the table with an accusatory thud. Staring back at Tina was a title she had hoped her younger sister would never see.

The Longing of Lisa.

“Uhhh,” Tina scrambled to think of something, anything, to distract her. “What did you not like about it?”

“You know, the title could have really used some- the characters! Tina! And who you based them off of!” During her tirade, Louise shoved the bag and the rest of the books out of the booth, sending them careening to the ground in a violent hurry. Post-lunch rush, the thud of paperbacks against the floor echoed in the empty restaurant.

“That was… Mom and Dad. Linda. Lisa.” She averted her gaze as though it was possible to hide behind the thick frames of her glasses. “Both have the s- same letters in them.”

“So which part of Bob made Landon?”

“Uhh,” Tina groaned then finished meekly, “the O?”

“It’s Logan, Tina. There is a whopping one letter difference. You put me and my rival in a suspense monster romance. You Thriller’d me!”

“I was experimenting with the genre, and I needed different characters. That doesn’t mean it’s you two though.”

“Oh is that so?” Louise flipped the book open. “There’s an entire section where the plot stops because Landon keeps trying to take Lisa’s beret. Also, a beret? Really?”

“If I wrote her with a bandana, then you’d know it was you.”

“Ah HA! You admit it!” After slamming the table with her fists, Louise composed herself, folding her hands together and releasing a deep breath. “Tina, we’ve known each other a long time now. You’re like a sister to me.”

“That’s because.. we are… sisters…” Tina said getting quieter on every word as Louise continued to berate her.

“So I’m having trouble coming to terms with you treating me this way. I’ve been good to you. I’ve helped the family business. I babysit sometimes. I’ve never once forgotten your birthday. And you turn around and write werewolf smut about me and my arch nemesis. I’M not even the werewolf?! What the fuck, T.”

“Hey now hold on. There wasn’t actual smut. I did a very tasteful fade to black that pissed off my editor but ultimately made the cut.”

“Also,” Louise continued to rant, “what’s up with us only using last names? I call him by his name all the time.”

“Oh that’s just, uh, a thing people like.”

A storm of nitpicks, clarifying questions, and accusations swarmed around Tina, who could barely get a word in edgewise.

Louise didn’t seem like the type to know these kinds of tropes or thematic questions. But she also wasn’t supposed to know about this book, so there was a lot Tina could be wrong about.

Apparently, Louise had really read it. In depth even.

Tina would be touched if she wasn’t so worried about being murdered.

But what was she supposed to say? Hey, you don’t see the looks he gives you when you’re not paying attention. Or, can you tell how much time you spend with him because you two just keep “happening” to run into each other?

Tina wanted to live long enough to be a grandmother one day.

“And all of that to say, no. There is nothing going on between me and Logan, there never will be anything going on between me and Logan, and if I EVER catch you writing us into one of your little curse breaking true love’s kiss scenarios again I will teach your kids how to smoke.”

“They’re four and six??”

“Did I stutter?!” Louise, chest heaving, closed her eyes and took a long, composing breath. She straightened her bandana, then fixed Tina with a look. “Just… say you’re sorry, and we can put this behind us.”

“… No.”

The customers stopped eating.

The ceiling fans stopped spinning.

The fryer stopped bubbling.

Louise broke the silence, grinding her teeth together with a twitching eye.

“... What?”

“I said no,” Tina repeated, crossing her arms. “You two have something worth writing about, I felt inspired by your chemistry, and I told a good story. I have nothing to apologize for. It’s not my fault you can see what’s right in front of you.”

Louise drummed her fingers against the table, slow and pointed. Her other hand tightened around the book.

“Do you remember… that brief period where we were both teenagers at the same time?”

“You can try to tear my hair out all you want,” Tina said, flashbacks to their more violent outbursts replaying in her mind. “I’ll still just twist your arm around.”

“So you DO want to fight, huh? You want to fight?”

“Bring. It.”

Saved by the bell, a jingling from above the door interrupted the bare knuckle brawl before it could really begin.

Though Louise probably wasn’t a fan of who entered.

“Oh goooood,” Logan drawled. He lazily saluted at Tina but focused his attention on Louise. “You’re here. Feed me, Burger Woman.”

“Do you want me to put up posters?” Louise snapped.

He paused, tilting his head with a question. “A wanted poster?”

“No, a missing poster. For your goddamn mind because you’ve obviously lost it.”

Caught up in their banter, neither noticed Tina slinking off, taking out her notebook and jotting notes for her next piece.

[hafwen]

Toni was laying right in the path where we walk and I tried to step over her but I lost my balance and stepped on her little toes :(

[grandline-fics]

Hi there! I hope u are doing well, can I request a strawhats crew reaction to a reader who can see ghosts or souls? It can be like their devil fruit power or just something that they're born with. It can be a short fic with all the strawhats or if it's too much it can just be the monster trio, i don't mind either way, do what you prefer! Thanks for letting me request!

DESCRIPTION:  You can see ghosts and spirits

WARNINGS: don’t think it’s too angsty but does mention dead characters. Luffy's is set just before a canon event.

CHARACTERS: Sanji, Zoro, Luffy

WORDS: 1,672

A/N:  Thank you for this request. For some reason I struggled a lot with how I wanted this to go and I hope you're happy with this outcome.

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

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You didn’t really know the rhyme or reason for your gift. It was just always something you had and having grown up being able to see and speak with spirits you’d never felt the need to investigate it. Besides even if you were to learn the reason for your unique talent, it wasn’t like you were ever going to seek out a way to get rid of it. As far as you were concerned it was a part of you and it brought comfort to a lot of people once they got over their shock and in some cases heavy skepticism that you were playing a cruel prank on them. 

When you first set foot on the Thousand Sunny you had to suppress the shiver that ran up your spine as you were hit with an intense feeling that those on the crew were connected to a lost one and the weight of their grief was still heavy on their shoulders even if they didn’t realise it themselves. So you decided to keep your ability to yourself for now and help when the occasion to do so arose. As you set yourself up in your quarters you smiled softly, seeing that you truly were brought onto the crew for a reason. Idly you wondered who in the crew would be the first you would help.

SANJI

Sanji turned out to be the first. You entered the kitchen and smiled in greeting to the ship’s cook only your gaze to drift behind his shoulder. Your smile fell slightly and you stepped further into the room, peering at Sanji with intent concern. “What’s wrong?” You asked, taking the chef by surprise as his own smile faltered. 

“Nothing, now that you’re here.” He insisted, adopting his charming smile once more  but you firmly shook your head, refusing to be convinced by his outward demeanour. Sanji became nervous and let his gaze fall away from you stare, finding it easier to maintain his pretence. Quickly he turned back to his chopping board and continued to prepare food for the evening meal. “What on earth would make you think something was wrong?” He asked, trying to keep his voice level. 

“Your mother only ever shows this clearly when you’re deeply upset about something.” Your voice was soft but it was enough to make Sanji drop his knife against the block with a dull thud. He felt like laughing at the ludicrous statement at the same time he felt like shouting at you for the weird joke. Yet he couldn’t do either. You didn’t know anything about him or his family and he knew it wasn’t in you to say something so heartless. Thankfully he didn’t need to demand you explain yourself because you proved your honesty immediately. “You have her eyes and smile, kind and comforting. She worries when you get like this, hiding how you truly feel.”

Sanji looked over his shoulder to see you smiling fondly at something or rather someone beside him. Desperately he wished he could see what you saw, to see her again but if this was as close as he could get then he would take it a hundred times over. “I don’t want anyone to worry, least of all her.” 

“Sanji we all have bad days and hiding that from the people we care about isn’t the way to do it.” You told him, finally looking at his face again, reaching out to lightly push some of the hair from his eyes. “We have emotions for a reason and no-one expects you to suppress them. I’m always here to listen, okay?” You weren’t surprised to be brought into a tight hug by Sanji and returned the embrace, letting him hold you for as long as he needed.

ZORO

It took some time for you to finally see the spirit attached to Zoro’s heart with enough clarity to take in her appearance and hear her. It didn’t surprise you that this one took longer, Zoro’s personality never came across as being someone who clung to the past and let it cloud his vision but on a day like this it was clear even Zoro wasn’t invulnerable to the deepest of connections that you could now see had been cut far too soon. 

You’d wandered up to the Crow’s Nest to both take a break from the chaotic noise of Luffy, Franky, Chopper and Usopp and also settle in for your evening watch. This wasn’t anything new so Zoro only gave you a brief glance in greeting before going back to training against one of the reinforced training dummies Franky had made to withstand his attacks enough for a worthwhile practice. However he wasn’t moving the way he wanted, something was wrong with his movements. “You’re forgetting the fundamentals.” 

Your voice came from the seating and Zoro looked over his shoulder to see you were casually leaning against the edge, looking out at the ocean. He cocked his head to the side and arched an eyebrow at you. You weren’t even watching him, how would you know what he was apparently doing wrong? As if feeling his stare, you turned your head to look at him. “You’re getting too stuck in your head, just take a breath and keep it simple.” 

Zoro had to scoff at the advice. Yes, you were a fighter but not a swordsman so to be told what was wrong stung his ego slightly. It’d be like if he tried to tell Franky how to fix the ship. You seemed to read the offence on his face and it surprised him to see you laugh and hold up your hands lightly in defence. “That’s not coming from me, it’s coming from Kuina.”

Kuina? Now Zoro found himself glaring and tensing out of a fear of his private life being pried into. Where had you heard that name? Who told you about her? Not that he confided in many about his childhood friend. You sighed sadly and got to your feet. This wasn’t the first time you’d seen this kind of reaction and it wasn’t surprising that Zoro fell back onto the defensive and become distrustful. You stopped in front of the swordsman and glanced briefly at the spirit at his side.

“She’s happy to see you’ve come so far but your name hasn’t quite reached the heavens yet. You still have a long way to go and she believes in you.” You smiled and lightly punched Zoro’s arm when you saw the belief and shock appear in his no longer skeptical gaze. “Keep getting stronger but don’t forget her father’s teachings okay?”

“I won’t let her down. I made a promise.” Zoro affirmed strongly and you grinned, turning to go back to your seat when he quickly caught your arm, surprising you. You turned and looked at him questioningly. “If she’s still here do you…do you think you can help me speak to her?” 

LUFFY

It wasn’t much of a surprise to you that Luffy was the one to seek you out. He’d caught some talk from the crew about the things you just seemed to know things about their past or about someone they knew that had passed away. His suspicions were confirmed when you’d all stopped on an island for supplies and you’d helped a grieving family in a way no-one else could. You’d managed to ease their pain and reassure them that their loved one was still with them and had no regrets. When you were back on the Sunny he appeared beside you on the railings, grinning widely and already bouncing with excitement. “You see ghosts right?”

“Yeah, I see them. Not at will though.” You clarified, with Luffy being well Luffy you didn’t want to disappoint him by making him think that what you could was as easily controlled as a Devil Fruit ability which this was not. Still though your statement didn’t deflate him, if anything he only got more excited and he leaned in closer and set his hands on your shoulders. 

“What about me? Is someone with me?” Despite how excited he was you could sense a faint desperation coming from Luffy and you wanted to be able to help but as you’d already told him this wasn’t something that you could manipulate and command freely whenever you wanted. You looked at Luffy carefully and then around him in search of a presence connected to him. Suddenly you felt a warmth and made out the outline of a man standing behind your Captain and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Ace.” You felt like you were saying it in greeting. You’d known about Luffy’s brother but never had the pleasure of actually getting to meet him. It was almost eerie how both Luffy and Ace grinned so happily and in sync but it was also so infectious. Luffy seemed pleased but then seemed to be eager for more. 

“Is it just Ace? Is anyone else with him? Maybe younger?” He asked and you slowly shook your head with a small frown. 

“Sorry Luffy, just Ace.” You said, disappointed that you couldn’t give Luffy what he wanted and seeing him sigh slightly and lower his gaze briefly made you feel guilty even though you knew it wasn’t your fault. Still though you couldn’t help but look to Ace, silently pleading for assistance on his part. However the brother only smirked knowingly and you began to suspect that Ace knew something you and Luffy didn’t. Thankfully that was all you needed to cheer Luffy up. “Just because I don’t see them doesn’t mean they’re not with you though Luffy. Maybe next time whoever it is you’re thinking about will be there instead?” 

“Yeah you’re right!” Luffy grinned while leaping up onto the railing, his previous excited energy returning instantly. Before you could speak any more, Law’s voice called for Luffy wanting to go over the plan for when you all would be reaching Dressrosa in just a couple days time. 

[steviesbicrisis]

Steve’s best relationship wasn’t even a relationship. He could barely call it a fling, a flirt. They never even went on a date. They never kissed.

Steve still thinks of it as the best whatever-it-is he has ever had with someone.

At the beginning it was mostly infuriating, how quickly Eddie managed to win the kids over, compared to Steve’s months of work as babysitter/nailbat swinger/monster fighter. Steve had to literally bleed multiple times to get an ounce of respect, Eddie only had to run a nerdy club about fictional bleeding and monster-fighting.

Then somehow, and Steve still has trouble pinpointing when and how it happened, everything changed.

Taking the kids back home from hellfire became something he impatiently waited for.

He and Eddie would barely talk for a few minutes and he would find himself replaying the conversation in his head for days. Anything he could say to get a reaction out of Eddie became fundamental, and if he started by picking subjects to piss him off, he ended learning about Eddie’s favorites, because few minutes after hellfire were never enough and Steve needed Eddie to talk as much as possible, until the kids were begging to drop it and go home.

Steve never questioned the change, most likely out of fear. He doesn’t think he ever was clueless, just really scared about what would potentially mean to be staring at another dude’s eyelashes as he goes on a rant about why Ozzy Osbourne is the best artist of his generation. Or blush whenever said dude would call him “baby”, or “sweetheart”.

Steve convinced himself that the thing he and Eddie were having was as good as it was going to get, nothing more.

Then Chrissy Cunningham died, Eddie ran, and Steve realized that the thing will never be enough for him.

He couldn’t not have Eddie. Not watch him as he entertains a bunch of freshmen, as he stomps with his worn out sneakers on top of forniture, as he puts his terrible music on to push away anyone who doesn’t care enough about him to stay.

Steve needed to see Eddie being alive, doing what his heart desires, and he needed to be next to him when he does.

Obviously, this realization came at the worst possible time.

Steve tried to tell him so many times: when they found him at the boathouse, when he was hiding at refer Rick’s house, when they were taking a stroll in the upside down, and even when they were driving a stolen trailer to a gunshop.

But, it seemed, Eddie had come to a realization just as important and he tried his best to avoid Steve at every given chance.

Steve tried to initiate the conversation as Eddie did his best to run away from it. And he ran until Steve had no chances left to tell him how he actually felt.

———

Steve doesn’t know if he’s allowed to say he lost something he never had. To mourn a relationship he never began. A partner that, technically, never became a partner.

After Eddie dies, Steve has no one to be next to but he can’t say he ever did.

Steve just exists waiting. He can’t tell if he’s waiting for the pain to go away or for Eddie to jump out of a bush and yell “ah! I got you sucker!! By the way, I’m in love with you too.”

For obvious reasons, that never happens.

What does happen, is a call.

It’s a normal Tuesday, as normal as you could define it after Hawkins almost collapsed into the upside down. Steve got into a routine, between checking on the ones at the hospital, helping out at the shelter, allowing Robin to check on him to see if he’s still alive.

The call happens while Robin is doing her kitchen check up - aka making sure he has food and that he’s eating it-, so she picks the phone like she did a million times before.

“Harrington residence, this is Robin” she says, cheerfully.

Steve doesn’t pay much attention to it as he’s folding his dad’s old clothes that intends to donate to the shelter, until he hears Robin’s loud gasp.

“What is it? Is it the hospital? Is it Max?” He rushes to the other room where Robin is.

She doesn’t answer but she gives him a look as she passes him the receiver.

Steve goes quiet, a million thoughts going through his head as he takes the phone from Robin.

He’s still unprepared when he hears that unmistakable voice “Baby”.

Steve gasps for breath “Eddie?”

Is that really you? What happened? Are you hurt? Isn’t this impossible? Is what goes on in Steve’s head, but he ends up just asking “are you okay?”

He can hear a chuckle, Eddie’s wicked chuckle, a further confirmation that it is him, “I’m- hanging in there… are you okay?”

Steve finds the question absurd. He isn’t the one who got left in the upside down, the one that got eaten by demonic bats, the one who died before Steve had the chance to tell him how he felt.

He answers truthfully nonetheless, “I’m… I’m not okay.”

“I’ll be there soon, I promise.”

“Please Eddie, come quick.”

“I’ll break the sound barrier for you.”

[innorogers]

Heliophilia

Steve Rogers x Reader (You / OFC)

Summary: Why are you always hiding from him?!

Warning: Fluff / Fluff / Very Fluff / Comfort / Very Comfort / Sooth?

Characters: OC, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, Maria Hill, Natasha Romanoff

Also: This a new series ❤️ It's called: Burning Sun ✨

As far as Steve Rogers had been led to believe, the world adored Captain America—the symbol, the shield, the unwavering ideal. And not just the world—his teammates, the Avengers, and everyone he led—they liked him too. Sure, he was serious, but he was also kind, funny, and always a gentleman. He combined the decisiveness of a commander with the empathy of a brother-in-arms, leading not from arrogance but from an innate understanding of his soldiers’ hearts.

But beneath the weight of the shield and the praise, there was always one person whose gaze seemed to cut through the surface, treating him with an odd distance. It wasn’t disdain, though sometimes it felt close, nor was it indifference. It was something more elusive, more personal—a quiet tension that stirred between them.

Yeah that was the polite Jane Austen version.

In reality…

"What is wrong with her?" Steve exhaled after you’d given a laser-focused, perfect-in-every-way mission report, nodded politely, and walked away. Turning to Natasha, he finally voiced the question that had been nagging him for what felt like a million years: "Am I some kind of monster?"

"Who? Oh, her Captain...?" Natasha replied with your last name after the title, barely glanced up from the game on her phone, one she’d started five minutes after the briefing meeting started. "Why would you say that? Why are you picking on her… ?" Again.

"It’s just…" Steve ran his hand through his hair, a little more frustrated than he cared to admit. "She’s so… polite."

"Last time I checked, that was a good thing."

"And she’s always so… distant. If I’m standing here, she’s in the opposite corner, or hiding behind the curtains." That last part was an exaggeration, of course. You never actually hid from anything, but it felt like a metaphor for the way you always seemed far away from him.

Natasha didn’t blink. "I’ll tell her to sit on your lap next time."

"I’m nice." Steve said, walking by her side, nodding and smiling at everyone who greeted him with a courteous "Captain."

"Yup, you are."

"And respectful."

"No one like you, Cap."

"So why is she so strange to me?" Steve couldn’t understand. You’d been working together for almost two years, and still, your answers to him were: "Yes, Sir." "No, Sir." "Yes, Captain." "No, Captain."

Sometimes he ran into you in the halls or elevators. He tried making small talk—"Had a fun weekend?" "Yes, Captain." "Nice weather." "It is, Captain." But he quickly realized it was better to smile and endure the awkward silence.

You never looked him in the eye. You always looked at the floor. Sure, the Carrera marble on Level 2 was impressive, but it wasn’t that fascinating.

"So, is this a ME problem?" Steve resigned. He constantly reflected on himself, but this time, he couldn’t figure it out.

Of course it’s a YOU problem, Natasha thought, rolling her eyes. She had lost that level of her game anyway, so she pocketed her phone and shook her head. 

"Look, she’s just a tough player, alright? She likes to keep people at a distance. You can’t blame her for not being a social butterfly. And she’s like that with everyone."

"No, she’s not. She’s relaxed around Clint, Vision, and Bruce," Steve argued, he knows that because you typically confined your hair in a sleek ponytail, but when you are at ease, you start arranging it by letting it cascade, and he seems you do that sometimes when you talk with these folks. Those lucky bastards.

"She has casual conversations with Tony, talks about pilates with Maria, and she’s practically friends with Sam."

"Everyone’s friends with Sam," Natasha gave him a 'duh' look. Then, resigned, she said, "Look, just talk to her."

"Talk to her?"

"Yeah, like normal people do." Natasha gestured between the two of them. "Tell her how you feel about the way she acts and maybe that you’d like to… be closer."

"I…" Steve wanted to say he tried so many times, but then he asked himself: why his immediate response wasn’t ‘I don’t wanna be closer I wanna know what’s going on’? Maybe it is because being closer is what he really wants.

"And maybe then you’d know why…" Natasha added, shaking her head. Everyone knows why, Rogers. The girl had been in love with you since day one.

“And Steve…” Black Widow opened her mouth but then decided to shut up. She glared at him and just said it in her mind: maybe you don’t want to smile like that when you are thinking about her? It’s a little creepy. 

But she just smiled: “Talk to her tomorrow, you know, in a casual…encounter? So it doesn't sound like you are giving professional feedback about her behavior.” She waves her head in a suggestion: “You know, tomorrow's Family Day, I think it's a great chance to chat…”

“Hmm…” Steve nodded, hesitant. Good idea. 

Miss Heleana Christensen from the Data Department was a girl everyone loved. 

Silky skin, a petite figure, wavy brown hair, and dimples that appeared when she smiled. She wore large, round glasses that constantly slid down her nose, which she’d push back up with a finger now and then. When she was deep in thought, her lips would purse tightly, making the dimples on her cheeks flicker in and out of view—she was that kind of girl-next-door everyone adored, not just for her looks but because she was so damn cute.

Her job wasn’t fun—in fact, data analysis? Thank god there were professionals handling those never-ending Excel sheets and querying big data in the infinite Stark Industries database. 

But she worked hard, striving to perfect every task, because she wanted the ‘mightiest heroes, the best team in the universe’ (her words) to receive only the most accurate and flawless reports. She put all her effort into making sure everything was right. 

She actually believed she was saving lives, not excels.

Who wouldn’t like such a hardworking sweetheart?

So when Helaena asked Captain America if he wanted a coffee at Stark Industries’ Easter Charity Event, aka Family Day, with her sparkling eyes and cute dimples peeking from her smile, even Steve Rogers—who was always careful not to give any colleagues the wrong idea—found it hard to say no.

Family Day was held the Saturday before Easter every year. On that day, employees brought their families to the outdoors (the massive private Stark Industries compound) for games, picnics, barbecues, and maybe a picture with the Avengers for their kids to show off at school. 

It was a huge thing, and almost everyone attended. Though family members were encouraged to come, most attendees were single, turning the event into something of a casual dating scene.

“I would be honored.” Steve smiled, accepting her offer, and of course, he wasn’t about to let her pay for the coffee. Ever the gentleman, he bought the coffee and cake himself, but when he went to pick them up, he noticed you behind the counter.

Fuck, you didn’t have the chance to hide.

“Hey.” Steve smiled at you. A little surprised. He actually was looking for you everywhere.

“Captain.” You glanced at him once before quickly lowering your eyes, instinctively taking a small step back. Ugh…look at you: white t-shirt, jeans, and a ridiculous pink apron with a coffee stain you poured on yourself two minutes ago. You really wished you were wearing your blood-stained, sand-covered badass gear instead, but no, you had to be like a first day in work barista.

“What are you doing here?” Steve asked, glancing up at the booth sign. “I thought this was the data team’s booth?”

The charity event was set up like a kermesse, with each department having its own booth, and all the proceeds going to Stark’s foundation. As if that would add any zeros to its wealth.

“Um… I’m just helping out a friend,” you replied softly, forcing the least awkward smile you could. “What can I get’ya?”

“Oh, um… two cappuccinos. And… I don’t know…cake?” He blinked a few times as he scanned the menu.

“The apple pie just came out hot.” You brushed a strand of hair covering your face, feeling yourself blush. “And I think it’s low-calorie?” You say that, but what the fuck would you know? You rolled your eyes at yourself in silence.

“Sounds great.” Steve smiled warmly. “I’ll take two, thanks for the calories heads up.” 

He handed over the cash, but in an awkward moment, you missed grabbing it. The bill slipped onto the counter, and as you both reached down to pick it up, the moment your fingers brushed his skin, you recoiled like you’d touched a live wire.

“I am so sorry.” That was dumb as fuck. And you called yourself an elite soldier with these reflexes? God help this planet because you surely couldn’t.

“No, my bad.” Steve chuckled, shaking his head, and wondered—why are you acting like this, AGAIN? Was he really that intimidating? 

Just as you turned to get his change, a voice called out from behind the booth, “Yo, I’m back! Thanks for covering.” Your coworker returned with a big smile. “Hey, Cap! What can I get ya?”

“Hey, George. Got everything I needed already, thanks.” Steve greeted him with a smile and handed over the order. You were already stepping away, untying that ridiculous stupid stupid! apron.

Steve wanted to say something, but then a voice called from behind.

“Cap!” Sam appeared, clapping Steve on the back. When he spotted you, his grin widened graciously. “Oh man, did you finally make a move? Did you ask her out?”

That made you freeze. Your hands paused, still hanging up that pink thing. You held your breath, not daring to look back. Or to breathe. Damn it, Sam.

Steve exhaled in exasperation at Sam’s not-so-subtle comment. “I gotta go.” He muttered, giving Sam a warning glare. “Knock it off.”

“Oh shit.” Sam whispered, watching Steve hand the coffee to Helaena as they walked off together. Clicking his tongue, Sam shook his head. “That was awkward.” 

Then when noticed you trying to walk away unnoticed, he approached with a sigh.

“You know…” Sam leaned in a little with a knowing smirk, “You should tell him something if you want anything to happen.” He tilted his head toward Steve, who had walked off with Haelena but still glanced back at you once more.

“I’m not…” You rubbed your forehead. “Is it that obvious?”

“I mean, no… not to everyone. But I’m The Falcon, ya know? Top-tier observation skills. So yeah, I noticed.” He grinned brightly. 

“And so have Natasha, Tony, Wanda, Vision, Bruce, Maria, Clint, the Parker kid, Thor, the cleaning lady, your crew, my crew, even the bald guy with only one eye… you get the idea.”

“Great.” You were mortified. Maybe asking for a mission to Saudi Arabia tomorrow would be a great idea so you can get the hell outta here.

“Well, since we’re on the subject,” Sam added casually, “I think he knows, too.”

“What?” Nope, Saudi is not gonna do. Asgard now, sounds quite far enough.

“And I think he likes you, too.” Sam continued. “So maybe stop acting like a teenage girl, and be the badass sniper you are? Ask him out for a drink or something, I’ll bet first rounds he’d say yes.”

“I…” You didn’t know what to say. “I… I’m not…” 

And your gaze wandered back to Steve, who was walking with Helaena, his smile as gentle and radiant as ever.

That smile.

It was like sunshine cutting through clouds, golden rain filtering through the mist at dawn. Warmth that chased away the darkness, scattering any lingering shadows.

You sighed, a soft smile tugging at your lips.

“I’m not…that.” you finally said, looking at Haelena. 

Look at her: she’s cuteness in person. The kind of girl who could open her heart and arms, ask for hugs and kisses with a bright smile, make people feel lucky to have met her, bringing sunshine, and stirring feelings of tenderness or protection.

You lacked many virtues, but self-awareness wasn’t one of them. You knew exactly what you were: ashes of war, bullets cracking in helmets, blood and sweat, sleepless nights, anxiety, stubbornness, and severe insomnia.

“Exactly.” Sam smiled at you, his tone encouraging. “You’re just the most badass woman I’ve met…”

He paused.

“...after Nat, Wanda, Pepper, Maria… but you know…”

“Nope.” You laughed softly, voice barely a whisper. “I don’t think I am.” At all. 

So Family Day hadn’t gone as expected. Steve had done plenty of talking, just not with you.

He hadn’t seen where you’d been all day, so his last chance was on the bus taking everyone back to the facility. He noticed you slipping into the last row. As the door closed behind him, the bus started moving, and he caught glimpses of you in the front-row mirrors.

You sat alone at the back, no one nearby. Should he move closer? This might be his chance—maybe his last one—before you returned to your usual role as the distant, official soldier, always holding up an invisible shield against him. 

Steve sighed, watching you. The sunset cast a glow on your silhouette, drawing a golden line in your contour, you looked like an ancient Greek statue, frozen in time and in eternal beauty, taking his breath away.

Then, without warning, you stood up, and Steve frowned. 

What's wrong?

The attack hit before he could even turn around. 

A missile struck from the right side of the bridge, blowing half of it apart. Fortunately, the traffic was sparse, but the explosion left a massive hole, and several cars couldn’t stop in time, plunging into the gap.

The air filled with the acrid scent of burning debris as the bus windows shattered. The bus collided with other vehicles that had braked suddenly, crashing several times before finally stopping. Instinctively, Steve threw out his arm, shielding those around him from the impact.

"Is everyone alright?" He called out, standing up and scanning the bus. His eyes anxiously searched for you among the dazed passengers. Natasha and Sam had already jumped out of the broken windows, moving into action.

"Open the door!" Maria, blood trickling down her forehead, kicked open the rear exit, supporting a nearby passenger. "Everyone out!" she urged.

"Three V65 drones." You muttered, pressing your hand to a cut near your eye as you struggled to your feet. The ringing in your ears from the explosion made it hard to focus. 

"Northwest direction... G9 missile. Fires every minute and a half, maybe two." You reported aloud while helping Maria guide people off the bus.

"Evacuate everyone," Steve sighed in relief after finally seeing you. "Everyone." He repeated, his eyes locked on you.

But, of course, you didn’t consider yourself as "everyone." You were already off the bus before he could called you out. After helping Maria get the rest of the passengers out, you returned to the back, retrieved the gear, and took cover behind an overturned car.

“I’m a minute away,” Tony’s voice buzzed through your comms, accompanied by the hum of his suit. “I’m with Sam in the air. We’ll get the people near the river out first.”

“Make it quick!” Maria ordered, firing behind the defense line Steve had set up amidst the chaos. “Who the hell are these guys?” A second missile whooshed through the air just as she finished.

Iron Man deflected it with a repulsor blast, but much of the enemy fire began targeting him in midair. He barely managed to destroy the missile that posed the biggest threat before getting hit by another shot, almost knocking him out of the sky.

The missile struck the riverbed, shattering the bridge’s support. The ground beneath you began to tilt as cars slid down into the chaos, dust and debris swirling around. But the enemy fire didn’t stop.

"Sam, break through their front line!" Steve commanded, dodging falling cars as he raced up the slanted bridge, pulling Maria with him.

“Watch out with the cars rain!” Natasha called out with a hint of amusement, also making her way upward, dodging vehicles sliding into the water. "Feels like Washington all over again."

“Washington wasn’t that fun, we weren’t even there…” Tony quipped from above, just before stopping mid-sentence. "Cap, behind you...!"

Steve spun around, but he was too late. Two gunshots echoed, and a figure appeared in front of him, taking the hits meant for him.

You hit the ground hard but got up quickly, clutching your wounded shoulder, your fingers digging into the wound to staunch the bleeding.

Before Steve could react, you had already raised your gun, aiming past him. He hesitated, stunned, but two more shots rang out, passing a hair's breadth from his skin, followed by the grunts of fallen enemies behind him. 

He couldn’t even process, and you were an all blur of motion, storming past him like a whirlwind.

You kneed the first attacker in the jaw, grabbed the second by the elbow, twisted his arm until you heard a ‘crack’, and used his own knife to dispatch him quickly. Then turned his weapon on the third, shot him down before he could even trigger the damn thing.

"Damn!" Sam muttered, watching in awe as you moved swiftly, fiercely.

Two bullets weren’t enough to slow you down. Pain was good. It kept you sharp, focused.

You surged forward like an arrow, calculating distances, the wind, mapping enemies at your sight. 

You were pissed. 

No, pissed was not even close to describing it.

You were furious. 

The thought of anyone attacking him like that, of him being hurt, filled you with a fire that made you faster, deadlier.

This was the kind of soldier you were—driven by adrenaline, pain sharpening your senses, your fury igniting your determination, making you more dangerous with every wound. And that anger... oh that was just the cherry on top.

"Enemies at my 12." You reported, spotting the last of them. But before you could act, the ground beneath you cracked, and you slid down as the bridge crumbled.

Massive chunks of concrete tumbled into the water below, the steel and iron reinforcements snapping like fragile threads. You fell along with the debris.

“Get her!” Steve’s voice broke, filled with panic. "Now, Sam!!"

"On it!" Falcon swooped down, grabbing you just in time, lifting you across the collapsing bridge. As soon as you landed, you were already moving, sprinting ahead.

"Where are you going?" Sam shouted.

"The sniper’s that way!" You yelled back, leaping over overturned cars. "VG5 ammo—they’re likely still in the same spot. South of where I was."

You were fast, crouching down, and aiming. "Wind at 30 km/h, bullet speed at 400 km/h..."

"Distance: 200 meters..." You steadied your breathing, focusing. "This shouldn’t be a problem.." you muttered, despite the pain throbbing in your shoulder. Your left arm was nearly useless, but you gritted your teeth and kept your eye on the target.

You just needed to focus. 

You’ve done this shit a hundred times and in worse conditions. 

So, focus.

Two shots, and one of the snipers fell. The others scattered, but your bullets found them quickly.

"Wow..." Sam whistled in disbelief. "Girl…I didn’t mean this when I said ‘go back into badass mode’."

He reached to pat your shoulder, then noticed the blood soaking through your uniform. "Shit, you’re hit."

"You're hurt," Steve arrived seconds later. "Let me see—how bad is it?" His voice cracked with concern. “What were you thinking?! I could’ve blocked those shots with my shield…Why..." The thought of what could’ve gone wrong—the bullet straying, Sam not reaching you in time—tightened a knot of fear in his chest.

Before he could inspect your wound, you collapsed from blood loss.

Steve caught you just in time, lifting you gently as a groan escaped your lips.

"Nice catch, Cap," Sam quipped, still finding time to joke.

"Shut up!" Steve snapped, uncharacteristically irritated, as he cradled you in his arms. The scent of blood filled his senses as he looked down at your pale face. You hadn’t completely passed out, but you were clearly in pain, biting your lip to stay silent.

As he carried you, you curled away from him, avoiding contact. 

Damn, why are you doing this again? Steve almost grunted in frustration, but then he saw your pale face and his heart just clenched.

"You’re making this hard for me." Steve sigh as giving up, he spoke as softly as he could. 

"Here, let’s..." He gently moved your arm around his neck, tucking it in place. "There, better?"

"I... I don’t want to stain your clothes with blood," you muttered weakly.

Steve couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He stared at you, trying to not lose his temper in your stubbornness, frowning slightly. "You saved my life. And you’re hurt."

Quickening his pace toward the medics, he added. "You could burn all my clothes and I wouldn’t give a damn."

Of course nothing happened between the two of you after that attack, Steve was too busy getting his hands on whoever the fuck that was behind the attack, he was outraged. 

Well, not only him, the whole Level 1 and above were in the same state, like…who the fuck would dare to attack the Avengers so publicly? They felt invaded and insulted, even if the whole enemy team was captured or eliminated, that didn’t take away the fact that everyone went through danger. On family day!

Steve was pissed. Not only because all the investigation took 90% of his time, but also because he didn’t even get the chance to see you while you were lying in the hospital. All that stuff he was planning to tell you in a private and emotional state? Didn’t happen, at all. 

“What do you mean she’s been discharged?” Steve demanded, after reviewing your health report on the tablet. He set it down sharply on the desk and looked at Maria, his tone serious. “It’s been three days. She took two shots to the shoulder. How could she be discharged so soon?”

Commander Hill received the “I told you to go easy on this topic” look from Sam, and scowled to Steve: “I…don’t make the rules? She is level 1, Cap, I don’t think she received the same treatment as in a regular hospital…I bet this is where Stark’s healing magic tech kicks in.”

“Shit.” Steve ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. “Alright... fine. Do we know where she is?”

How in the world would I know? Maria thought but offered, “We could track her mobile. It’s probably on 24/7.”

Letting out a deep sigh, Steve didn’t want to do that, to intrude your privacy, but he was worried. He didn’t even know why, or…as whom was he worried, as your supervisor, your team mate, your fellow work pal? Like, you weren’t even that close. 

“Yes. Do it. Send her location to my phone.” Grabbing his jacket, he added, “I’ll be back in a few.”

“…” Commander Hill opened her mouth to say something like ‘I gotta more important shit than crashing to your crush’s mobile’, but Steve already left the room, she looked at the completely silenced room full of all the Avengers, and just did a ‘what just happened’ face. 

“Five bucks says he doesn’t get the girl today.” Tony broke the silence.

“Yeah, I’m in.” Clint was the first to respond, followed by Nat and Rhodey.

While the others were placing bets on your so-called romance, Steve was already tracking your phone. At first, he thought the GPS was glitching because it was leading him to the MET.

Actually, it was working perfectly (Tony would later smugly confirm that). You were at the Captain America exhibition, which had been relocated from Washington to New York after the Smithsonian became a crater, courtesy of a Helicarrier.

Steve slowed down when he found you in the exhibition hall, his steps halting completely when he saw you.

It was a weekday, during work hours, so the place was nearly empty. 

The natural light streamed in from the ceiling, casting large patches of sunlight that quietly illuminated your silhouette as you sat on a long bench, bathed in a soft, glowing light.

Your gaze floated, like a gentle river, to the black-and-white photograph on the wall in front of you.

It was one of the few preserved images of Steve before the serum. Back when he was a slender, delicate young man with refined features, frail and thin.

Steve barely remembered looking like that. These days, all he saw in the mirror was his current self—tall, strong, healthy. Now, standing in front of that photo, he found it almost unfamiliar, though he could still faintly recognize the determination in those unchanged, resolute eyes.

But you—he was looking at you. Your gaze was so tender, your head tilted slightly upward, a faint smile playing at your lips. The soft curve of your mouth radiated quiet contentment, and in your eyes, there was nothing but the reflection of that photograph.

Nothing but him.

That’s when Steve knew.

There was nothing else, in your eyes, but him.

All his nervousness and uncertainty melted away, replaced by a sudden warmth and joy.

Leaning against the wall, Steve realized he had the same look on his face. You were gazing at a photo of him, and he...was gazing at you.

And in his eyes, there was nothing else, but you.

You heard the soft echo of footsteps behind you and turned slightly, freezing in place when your gaze met his.

He was standing in front of you, every inch of his silhouette outlined by the backlight. Just his presence, just being in his shadow, made you feel incredibly safe. For a moment, you couldn’t tear your eyes away. But instinctively, you lowered your gaze, flustered.

You wanted to hide. You felt like a mess—a bandaged shoulder, probably some ash still in your hair, and the faint smell of the hospital clinging to your skin. But he was already sitting beside you.

“I used to get sick a lot back in those days.” Steve said, his eyes on the picture of his younger self. “Whenever the seasons changed, I’d get fevers and runny noses.. Spring was a little better, but the pollen made my asthma unbearable. And summers...” He sighed. “Brooklyn was a nightmare. Hot and humid. My joints ached constantly. Joining the army was probably the worst idea I had, but I was stubborn.”

He laughed softly. “Stubborn as hell. When it comes to what I want, the goals I’ve set... and the people I care about.” 

His eyes never left yours, and you could see your own bewilderment reflected in his steady gaze.

“I don’t buy it for a second... that you don’t know.” He said softly, pausing for a moment before you lowered your eyes again.

You wanted to hide, but under his gaze, there was nowhere to escape.

“If you were so afraid... why did you take all those risks for me?” Steve asked, his voice quiet. Why were you so fearless on the battlefield but treated him like something to fear in everyday life?

“I remember everything, you know?” His voice softened, distant as he recalled the past. “All the risks you’ve taken. Sometimes... reckless, bold...”

He shook his head, a mix of frustration and admiration in his voice. “God, I remember our first fight, you broke enemies lines, just to get my shield back…I was desperate, and then you come back with that…impeccable yet stubborn as fuck attitude ‘I’m sorry Sir but I had to do it’ shit, drove me crazy. I didn’t know what to do. You wouldn’t step back, and I knew, even if I suspended you, you’ll just go and do the same stupid and impulssive thing next time.”

You smiled faintly, looking down. Of course, you remembered. You had a scar on your back from that mission. One you wore with pride.

“So why?” Steve whispered, searching your face. “Why would you risk everything... and then hide?”

“What about you?” You asked, finally looking up at him. “On that plane, at the end of the war, why did you stay until the last moment? You could’ve escaped before it crashed into the frozen sea. I’ve seen the reports. You could’ve swam away. Why did you stay until the explosion?”

“I couldn’t,” Steve answered without hesitation. “The stakes were too high. If it didn’t explode in the sea, it would’ve been New York. I couldn’t let that happen, not even a small chance. I’d rather die than…” He stopped, getting your point.

“Right?” You nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “…than having that risk?”

Steve’s breath caught in his throat. Your sincerity, your determination—it made his heart ache.

Goddamn it…Why do you have to be so obstinate, inflexible, reckless…loyal, brave and fierce? He would spend the rest of his life worrying as fuck, fearing for this willingness to sacrifice attitude of yours.

Almost instinctively, he reached out and covered your hand with his. His voice barely above a whisper.

“What are you afraid of?”

Your lips move, you want to pull your hand away from his grasp, but you find yourself without the strength. 

Because you wanted him. 

As a leaf growing from a seed breaking out from the ground and reaching out to embrace sunlight and warmth. To embrace life.

You want to hold his hand back, feel his palm against yours. You know that feeling him, would be enough to know that all is well in the world, that there’s nothing left to fear. You could exist freely and quietly behind him, fearless. 

This wish. So strong yet so powerless, makes you so vulnerable, you could barely exist in his presence. 

You hesitated for a long time, trying to put the words together, trying to tell him the truth yet not burden him, and finally, you speak in a low voice.

“If the ending is something you can’t bear... isn’t it better to avoid it?”

Steve stood silent for what felt like an eternity. 

“I promise you.” 

He brushed a stray lock of hair from your cheek and lifted your chin so your eyes met his.

“There will be no ending.”

You could barely breathe at these words. Yet your heart was beating so strong, so fast, so loud, you felt it was going to explode.

“I'm scared too.” He sees your expressions, your broken soul, your fear of heartbreak and the endless uncertainty to lose something you longed for a lifetime. 

“But…” He cupped your face in his hands as if you were something precious, something he had been waiting for his whole life. 

“Being with you…it’s worth it, I’d rather have you and risk heartbreak than not have you at all.” 

The sunlight bathed you both, it was so bright and dazzling that it brought your eyes with tears.

“And I know I can’t change you,” Steve continued, his voice filled with quiet resignation. “You will continue to be this… badass goddess of war, in the first row of any fight, any battle to come. But I’ll try my best to shield you, from any danger, any suffering, or any pain. I’ll do my best. With all I have.” 

“No.”

Your expression shifted, and after a few heartbeats, you slowly smiled up at him.

“There’s no such thing… as suffering, pain, or danger…” You whisper, finally turning your head to meet his gaze. Your eyes seem to shimmer with unshed tears. “Not as long as it is with you. I’ll take it all, I’ll walk on fire and…”

You couldn’t finish your sentence, his lips claim yours.

That kiss… wasn’t gentle as you imagined. Instead, it’s forceful, filled with a possessive intensity. Maybe it’s because Steve has been holding back for so long, and now, that surge of determination finally breaks free.

His urgent need to have you, the longing that had kept him restless for so long, felt like a crashing wave, carrying with it all the emotions he had hidden away. Steve’s hand cradled the back of your neck while the other wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

It was like every first kiss in the world, filled with breathless exhilaration and the glorious wonder of a starry night. 

His lips claimed yours with an intensity that took you by surprise, yet it felt natural, inevitable, as though this moment had been written in the stars long before either of you existed.

You didn’t realize it at the time, but something in Steve shifted. It was as if he’d made a silent vow in that kiss—one you couldn’t hear but could feel in the way he held you, how he kissed you like the world was ending.

In the quiet of the exhibition hall, surrounded by photographs and memories of his past, none of that mattered to him. Not the image of Captain America, not the accolades, not the expectations.

In that moment, it was just Steve, kissing the woman he loved. And for the first time in a long time, he didn’t care who saw. He didn’t care if the whole world was watching.

Every poster, every photo hanging on the walls was of him, of the man everyone else expected him to be. But right now, none of that mattered. He was making a choice, and it wasn’t for show, wasn’t for the sake of his legacy. It was for you, and only you.

The world beyond the walls blurred. There were no battles, no looming responsibilities, no enemies lurking in the shadows. Just the two of you, as though time itself had slowed to witness this one fragile moment.

As your lips parted, both of you breathless, your foreheads pressed together, eyes closed, feeling the shared pulse of your heartbeats.

There was so much you wanted to say, to ask, but the words wouldn’t come. You were there, in wonderstruck, as standing in the middle of a vivid dream.

Steve spoke first, his voice hushed but filled with a resolve you’d rarely heard before. 

“I’m not going to let you run away again,” He whispered, his hand still gently cupping your face. “Not from this. Not from us.”

You opened your eyes, meeting his gaze—those same resolute eyes that had stared back at you from that black-and-white photograph, unchanged by time or transformation. You knew then, with the same certainty as his, that there was no running away.

You won’t run. Or hide.

Not anymore.

End, but probably will continue ;)

Oh yeah, I love this fierce yet fragile OC. This is actually the translation of an original piece I wrote back in 2021? Originally in chinese so I'm SO SORRY if it's weird reading it in english cause...well, struggling with the words, hehe. But I loved this piece so much I wanted to share it with you, cause damn, I loved him so much in that part of my life :3 (I do love him still.)

And for my babes that are waiting on Miracle Nr. 12! I'm so sorry not posting about it this week cause I'm still trying to figure out whether continue with the angst plot, or the original angst and dark as f... plot that's leading the story to a very very sad and dark twist. Still has an happy ending, I promise. It will be there on next Friday!

Oh I'm sorry I got carried away writing so much hehe, hope you enjoyed it!!

Tag list: @vioplay19 / @jamneuromain / @steviebbboi / @heletsmelovehim / @otterlycanadian / hisredheadedgoddess28

let me know if you want to be added! 🥰

✨ Miracle Nr. 12 ✨ Series:

1: Insomnia | 2: Lucid | 3: Reverie | 4: Nightmare | 5: Awakening | 6: Dusk | 7: Hypnagogia | 8: Lull | 9: Vigil | 10: Eclipse | 11: Veil

[armored-angel4798]

“Daddy! Daddy! Wook what I drawed”

A piece of paper was being shoved in Steve’s face and he closed his eyes for fear of his toddler paper cutting them. When she settled down and he actually got a look at the drawing he couldn’t help but smile.

“That’s amazing Isla.”

“Reawy?”

“Yeah, do you wanna put it on the fridge?”

It was a drawing of what he assumed was himself and Isla holding hands and that other figure holding her other hand had to be Eddie. She’d drawn wild dark curls all around the head, anyway. They found a spot on the fridge front and center. Steve’s refrigerator was always covered in toddler drawings because he refuses to make Isla feel like she can’t take up space in their home. He refused to be his parents.

“Is Teddie coming today? I want him to see it too!”

“Yeah, Lovebug, he is.”

“Yay!” She ran around the house collecting her crayons and favorite toys, her princess curls trailing behind her.

Steve had been dating Eddie for about two years. A year after Isla’s mom passed. She’d had complications birthing Isla and didn’t make it. Steve was so nervous for them to meet, but it was hard to keep them apart. How else was he to explain why he had to reschedule so many dates. Having time to date with a job and a baby is hard. Eddie adored her, immediately and now Steve thinks Isla likes Eddie more than him. Steve wanted to propose next week, on their anniversary. He couldn’t imagine raising Isla without him, at this point. He’s just amazing with her, and Steve knows that Eddie loves her as much as he does. Steve kept looking at the drawing on the fridge, and back at Isla who was still gathering up her things so she could play with Eddie when he arrived. He came in the front door without a knock, he practically lives here anyway, and scooped Isla up immediately tossing her over his shoulder and running for the couch. Isla squealed in joy as she was flopped over into the cushions. He giggles permeated the space as Eddie played tickle monster with her. Steve hid his smile behind his coffee cup and texted Robin.

Steve: I think I’m gonna do it today.

Robin: ??????

Steve: propose.

Robin: I thought it /had/ to be perfect.

Steve: I think today is perfect. I don’t think I could last another day.

Robin: you’re disgusting. good luck, even though I know you won’t need it.

When he looked back up Eddie was making his way towards the kitchen. He saw Steve and then his eyes caught on the drawing.

“We look like a family.” He muttered with a sharp intake of breath.

“Marry me?” Steve said without thinking.

Eddie looked at him with wide eyes and rushed forward to kiss him.

“If you’re serious, a million times, yes.” He said when he pulled away.

“The ring is upstairs”

Eddie looked like he was going to burst with joy, Steve felt like his heart was gonna explode and Isla was giggling again as she ran into the kitchen.

“Daddy! Daddy! Did Teddie see what I drawed?”

“He did, Lovebug.”

“It’s beautiful, sweetheart.” Eddie added.

“Isla, would you like Eddie to be your other dad?”

“He isn’t?” She looked so confused.

Steve laughed as Eddie buried his head in Steve’s chest to hide his tears.

“Yeah, he is.” Steve agreed softly.

[megantrancyfanfics]

Hello 👋! I was wondering if I could put in a request? If not, please ignore 😊

Giyu x wife!fem!reader

She finds out about Giyu agreeing to commit seppuku (if Nezuko fails) @ the meeting and confronts him about it at home. He didn't tell her about it and she's upset (I know I would be) they have an argument but then it gets resolved and NSFW/fluff etc follows. If its a lame request I get it I just love plot w/ some spice 😉

Thanks again! 💜💜💜

Ahh I love this!! Thank you for requesting this! I hope I don’t fail you, and I hope you enjoy this!

Warnings: NSFW and Fluff

Will contain: talks of wanting a baby, talks of Seppuku, this will be more of a loving nsfw that turns slightly tougher so it’s not gonna be toe curling like my others but here’s what it’ll contain just a little bit of 69, (cunnilingus and Fellatio). Nothing too major but still be 18+

Enjoy 💕

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“How stupid can you get?!” You screamed at him, your hair was a disheveled mess, your face and eyes puffy, dried tears stained your cheeks. Your husband, giyuu had just returned home from a mission.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

“How long were you going to wait until you told me what you’ve done!? Were you even going to tell me at all!? How could you!? And to think I had to learn from Sanemi out of all people!”

Your poor husband stood in the doorway of your shared home, a lost and concerned look plastered on his face.

“You’re willing to throw your whole life away over some- some demon you don’t even really know! Giyuu she’s a demon! They’re monsters! They can’t be trusted! I can’t believe what you did..” your chin started to tremble, a lump caught in your throat as you tried to continue to lecture him.

“I wanted to have a family with you, giyuu. I wanted to grow old with you, I wanted us to be together until we both died, and you’re willing to throw your life away..do I mean anything to you? Is this whole marriage one sided!?”

His heart tightened. Seeing you so distraught hurt him. “Y/n..I did what I did because I know nezuko won’t hurt another human. That day, when I ran into them on that mountain, she never tried to harm her brother, even though he was bleeding, she never dared to go near him in a vicious way. I’m not throwing my life away for nothing, I will grow old with you, I will be by your side until we die, because I won’t have to commit Seppuku.”

“But you don’t know 100% Giyuu!!” Your knees started to buckle as the flood gates finally opened, snot, and tears started to coat your face. Before you could fall, giyuu was quick to get to you, and hold you up.

“I love you so much giyuu it fucking hurts, it hurts so bad. And the fact you never told me about this hurts even more. What else are you hiding from me giyuu??”

Giyuu was quiet, he allowed you to scream and cry until you felt content. It’s the least he could do for not telling you about that. In his defense, when he told the master, he just started talking to you. But, he sees where you’re coming from, if you did something like that he would want to know so he could treat everyday with you like it was your last.

When you finally dialed down, giyuu finally spoke.

“…I want to have a baby too.”

“..what..?” You choked out, as you wiped your nose on the sleeve of your haori.

“You asked me if there was something else I was hiding from you. And the truth is, I want a baby too. I’ve wanted one for years..I just..didn’t want to bring it up so you didn’t feel pressure into having one.”

“Really..?”

A quick, and quiet yes was his response before putting a finger under your chin, lifting you slightly before capturing your lips with his.

It was a slow and sensual kiss, that didn’t last long, but had you wanting more.

“Why waste anymore time? We both want one, would you like to try for one?”

You nodded, butterflies quickly making their way into your stomach as he took your hand in his, and headed to the bedroom.

~~~~

It didn’t take much for the two of you to get into the mood, and before long, the room was filled with sounds of both of your groans and moans. His tongue exploring the inside of your pussy, making you slowly and gently ride his face. He enjoyed it. He enjoyed the idea of you getting off on just his tongue. He loved hearing your muffled gasp when his tongue would abuse your clit. He loved feeling when he did that of your legs quivering just a bit. But god did he love the feeling of your tongue abusing his tip. He loved the way you’d swirl your tongue around his tip, before taking him almost all the way inside your mouth. Your mouth was so small compared to the girth of his cock. He adored feeling you try to take more of him in, your throat clamping down as you gagged. The feeling of his cock getting wetter when you pulled up to spit on it. He had to constantly keep focusing on pleasuring you so he wouldn’t bust right then and there.

“M-more please..” you begged, your once gentle movements on his tongue becoming more desperate, your attention now fully on the climax that was building up inside of you, and what kind of man would he be to deny you? He spread your lips before devouring your cunt again, his tongue going as deep as it could. Your moans became higher pitched as you coated is face in your cum. He allowed you to ride out your high before he pushed you forward, your ass up in the air.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked, rubbing his slobbered covered cock against your folds.

“Please, I want a baby so bad. I want your cock so bad”

He slowly slid his cock into your went folds, both of you letting out a moan. Your pussy was being spread out in the most delicious way. You felt full by the time he bottomed out inside of you.

His thrusts were slow and sensual, but with his cock being so thick he rubbed all of the right spots inside of you, making your legs shake in no time. Your pussy was clamping down onto his, causing his cock to twitch inside you.

“Are you close, darling?”

You nodded, his thrusts becoming a bit faster and less timed as both of your highs washed over you quicker than both of you would like to have admitted.

Your body felt warm as his cum leaked inside of you, causing you to shiver.

“You’re doing so good for me, are you tired?” He asked leaning down, and littering your back with kisses.

“A little.”

“You can handle one more round can’t you baby? I’ve missed you so much and I wanna make sure I put a baby in you, so I wanna use you just one more time to make sure in a few months you’ll be walking around with a swollen belly.”

Your pussy fluttered around his cock, making him let out a quick chuckle. “You liked hearing that? Does that turn you on?” He slid his cock out until just the tip was still inside, before he quickly shoved his cock back inside of you, causing your legs to shake.

“Are you sensitive doll? I’m sorry. Maybe you’ll cum more than twice tonight.” He says before placing his hands on your hips, his grip tight enough to leave bruises.

His thrusts were quicker, rougher, and deeper than before, you were fearful you’d leak out some of his cum, but your brain was turning to mush with every thrust. Your pussy tightened around him once more, but he didn’t dare slow down, if anything it made him speed up more. He wanted to see a mixture of his cum and yours drip out of you. He was determined to see it. Besides, if some of his cum did leak out, and you didn’t get pregnant, he’ll make sure to try again and again until you were.

Your moans filled the room, your hips had started moving on their own, trying to match the pace of his to quicken your release. You were close, so close. Your vision was blurred as you saw stars once giyuu moved a hand from your hip to your clit to give you some extra stimulation.

Your high was quick to wash over you, but giyuu didn’t slow down, you became overstimulated, creaming on his cock as his high started to bubble up inside him.

“I’m going to make sure you’re filled to the brim with my cum. I’m going to pump you so full of my cum that it’s gonna drip out of you.”

“Please, I want that so bad please please please”

New kink unlocked: he loved hearing you beg, it had him biting his lip as his hips stuttered, his cum coming out in thick long ropes inside of you.

The both of you took a few minutes to catch your breaths, giyuu couldn’t help but look down, to see your creamy cunt drip just a little bit of his cum onto the bed.

“There’s no way I’m not pregnant..I feel so full.” You said softly, giyuu’s cheeks getting red as he pictured you holding their future kid. His heart felt like it melted. He slowly pulled out his cock, and helped you get under the covers. He made sure you were covered before holding you close to him.

Maybe it was post nut, or maybe giyuu was just speaking from the heart, but he went on and on about how pretty you’d look carrying his kid, and how he was excited to come home from missions or training to you singing, or talking to the baby.

Both of you can only hope there is a little baby that was made that night.

[dulldoll-0]

Idk but I’m curious if you drawn the Actor au version of Itsy or beach town au I’m just asking but I really love your art Dull doll

Actor AU version by: @frillsand

More Info about Actor Itsy:

-Itsy works as a model and is mostly called in the Welcome Home Studio for Halloween Specials, usually played as the terrifying monster.

-She ran away from home and had to hide, so she pursued the job of being a nurse, the last thing her family would suspect of her end up being. She didn’t wanna be a nurse.

-Has a sister named, Charlie, and doesn’t like to be in public now that Itsy is famous, but has her own social account for posting witch charms tutorials and origamis.

Beach Town AU by: @pinksugarberry

More Info about Beach Town Itsy:

-Goes to the beach for random occasions, like randomly looking for treasure, gemstones, and sometimes collecting shells.

-Mostly hangs around Howdy in his Juice Bar because she likes the drinks.

-She likes to take night strolls/walks around the beach while singing. —A lot of people mistook her for a ghost.

-She scares marine creatures if she’s near them.

[justmeinadaze]

Children of the Night Part 6 (Steddie X You)

Warnings: Vampire Steddie/ Daddy Eddie/Sub Steve X Human sub fem reader, SMUT, while drinking blood (nothing new here), holding wrists, lose of virginity (in a flashback between steddie), dirty talk, FLUFF, they love each other, flashbacks of how this Steddie met and their first time together, ANGST, reader and Steve get hurt due to a break in, reader blames herself, Eddie get worried about losing Steve, in flashbacks Steve's relationship with his family is touched on including them kicking him out for his sexuality (the actual fight isn't elaborated on; just the aftermath), mentions of the night Steve thought he lost Eddie.

A good amount of feels in this one so please...enjoy :)

Word Count: 4662

Loud knocking on their door startles you as both men roll their eyes. 

“Do you have to be so aggressive?”, Steve scolds after opening it and allowing the curly haired boy entry. To his surprise, another boy followed behind him. 

“I brought Mike to do some extra digging and help reroute the servers. We need to find out how they found you so we can make sure it doesn’t happen again.”, the young man explains before turning to face you. “Hi. I’m Dustin and this is my friend Mike.”

“I’m Y/N.”, you smile as you shake his hand. 

“Cool.”, he beams as they throw their bags down and take a seat at the computer. “Why didn’t you guys mention you made a friend?”

“She’s not our friend. We kidnapped her and she’s here against her will. You know you’re our only friend Henderson.”, Eddie sass as he hovers over them. 

“Ooo someone’s grouchy. When was the last time you ate?”

“It won’t help. This is always his demeanor.”, you tease making the vampire smirk in your direction. 

As they began to work, you explained to them what happened and listened to their feedback with fascination. You had never met kids so young who knew about all these things that you did but it tickled your brain to finally have someone to bounce off your computer knowledge with. Eddie and Steve sat on the bed watching you with small smiles on their faces. They loved seeing you be happy especially the metalhead who could feel the warmth through to his soul. 

“Where did you learn all this stuff, Y/N?”, Steve asked.

“Oh, um, that incident I told you about on the beach? That wasn’t the first time I ran off. When I was a kid and I knew my mom would have some creepy guy over I would stay with a friend whose dad was a computer whiz. That was when computers were much boxier though.”, you grin.  

“Yeah and back then it was easier to get away with the things you’re trying to get away with right now because it was in its infancy. You said, Y/N, they intercepted the traffic but not during the stream?” Dustin nods when you affirm his answer.

“That means they still haven’t found the exact location so the bounce is still working. Maybe we can just reroute that?”, Mike suggests.

“Is there a way we can hide it all together?”

“Um, not exactly. I mean we CAN hide it but not completely.”, the curly haired teenager responds to your question. “This may take us awhile if you three want to go out or something.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Henderson. Are we distracting you?”, Eddie jests making the younger boys chuckle. 

“Come on, grouchy. Let’s go for a walk.”, you beam.

***

While you and the vampire went for stroll around the neighborhood, Steve offered to go to your house to get a couple more of your things so you’d have a change of clothes and essentials. 

“So, they know all about your adventures in that scary place?”

“Oh yeah. They were handling it alone believe it or not for a while. Mike’s best friend was kidnapped by one of the monsters down there and they fought to get him back along with Mike’s girlfriend who has superpowers.”

“Jesus. There’s so much unknown in this world, huh. Kind of makes what I’ve been through seem so small.”

Eddie’s hand yanked you back as he came to a stop. 

“It’s not though. Don’t invalidate yourself like that, princess.”

“Y/N Y/L/N! Where the hell have you been?!”, your best friend shouts from across the street. 

“Hey Lilly.”

“Don’t you ‘hey Lilly’ me! I have been so worried. I almost filed a missing persons report! Where the fuck have—”

“I’m fine, Lil! Calm down. I’ve just been working a lot and hanging out with my friends. This is Eddie.”, you gesture towards him. 

A sarcastic smile spread across her face before she marches toward him and hits his arm with her bag. 

“I…have…been…worried…sick!”

“Ow! Hey, we told her to double check her phone.”, Eddie defends.

“Oh shit my phone. I’m so sorry. I haven’t checked in a while.”

“Y/N,” she sighs. “You can’t just disappear like that. I thought John maybe…”

“I don’t know where John is. I haven’t seen him since he came by my house.”

“Did you know Arthur’s missing to? Their dad is looking everywhere for them including your house. When he came to talk to me he said every time he goes to your place you aren’t home so… I panicked.”

“Lilly, honey, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m alright, I swear.”

Your best friend exhales heavily as she wraps her arms around you. 

“If I call you next time, you answer do you hear me?” She smiles as you give fake salute. “If you hurt her I will kill you.”

He flashes her a smile of his own as she turns around and heads back to her car. 

“Should we be concerned about the dad?”, Eddie inquires. “She said he was looking for you and I felt your fear.”

“That entire family scares me but we should be ok.”, you try to comfort him but he still feels your hesitation. “Let’s, um, let’s go home.”

***

As dawn slowly approaches, you and the vampire begin to panic when Steve still hadn’t gotten back from your place. 

“Do you feel him?”

“I don’t. Wherever he is he’s not feeling anything but that could also mean—”

“He’s knocked out. I’m going to my house.”

“Wait! I can run you there faster.”

“No you can’t. The sun is coming up! Just stay here, baby, ok?” Taking the human boy’s keys, you run to his car and speed over to your house. As you park in your driveway, you realize your front door is wide open and you can see your house has been ransacked. “Steve?”

Cautiously you step inside, grabbing a knife from the kitchen and holding it out as you look around. As you turn into your bedroom you find Steve passed out on the floor, bleeding from his chest. 

“Steve?! No. No, no, no. Baby, wake up! Look at me!”

“Y/N?”, he mumbled at the sound of your voice.

“Fuck! Come on. We need to get you to Eddie.” Throwing his arm over your neck, you try to move him but it’s no use. He’s too heavy. “Please, Steve.”, you cry, finally giving up as you grab the phone to call 911. As soon as your hand makes contact with your device, something hard hits your head as the world goes dark. 

***

“There she is. Come on now, Y/N.”, a deep voice urges as your eyes slowly blink open. “There we go. I thought you were never going to come home.”

Taking in your surroundings, Steve is still knocked out in front of you and still alive but his breathing is shallow. You were restrained to your bedframe on the ground with your hands tied behind your back and when your eyes finally landed on your capture, you came face to face with John and Arthur’s father. 

“Good to see you again, Y/N. I see you’ve been busy.”, he gestures towards the bloody boy on the floor. “I guess my son wasn’t good enough for you. Where is he?”

“I don’t know.”

A hand flies across your face and you suddenly feel an anger in your belly you know isn’t yours. You must still have Eddie’s blood in you. Glancing out the window you realized it was almost sundown; you just needed to buy time. 

“Arthur said John was coming her to confront you about you cheating. Then he disappears. Two days later my son goes looking for his brother over here and then he disappears. That’s not a coincidence, Y/N. Where are they?”

“I don’t know.”

He hits you again and once more that anger rises. You can practically feel the vampire fuming as he paces. 

“If I were you, Thomas, I would leave now.”

“Oh? And why is that?”

“Because if you’re still here when the sun goes down, then you’ll be reunited with your asshole sons.”

Kneeling by your side, he holds the knife to your throat making you wince as he draws blood.

“What did you do to my kids?”

“It’s not what I did. It’s what they did to me! John hurt me constantly and the last night I saw him he gave me a black eye before he was ripped to shreds. Arthur fucking shot me before he was killed. I’m glad their gone but I feel bad for them having had you as a father!”

The man kicks your side hard causing you to double over in pain. 

“Stop lying, bitch. If Arthur shot you, you wouldn’t be up and moving around like you are.”

Steve’s watch beeps on his wrist and you chuckle as you spit in his direction. 

“Last chance to leave.” The front door crashes open as Eddie skids to a stop behind the man. “Too late.”

Closing your eyes, you listen as the vampire murders your ex’s father before there’s a sudden silence and you feel your binds being cut. 

“Are you ok?”

“Steve... He needs you.”

You both crawl to his side as Eddie lifts him in arms. 

“Steven, you have to drink now, baby, ok?” The boy’s eyes remain closed as his boyfriend shakes him. “No! No, sweetheart, don’t you dare leave me. FUCK! I’m so sorry.”

Lifting him into his arms, Eddie bites into his neck and slurps at his blood as you watch helplessly. After a few moments, he comes off him with a pop and swiftly slices open his wrist, allowing the blood to fall into the man’s mouth. 

“Come on, Stevie. Please, baby.”, he whispered. Abruptly, Steve’s eyes snap open as he clings to his boyfriend’s arm and drinks causing the vampire’s eyes to roll back. “Fuck, that’s it. Good boy. Y/N…can…can you move?”

“Yeah, what do you need?”

“Take his keys and head back to our house. We’ll be right—mmm--there but I need you to get those boys out. I don’t…don’t care if they aren’t done.”

Nodding, you sprinted out the front door to do what you were told and sped back to their house. 

“We rerouted everything and you guys are up and running again. I wouldn’t worry too much—Jesus. Y/N what happened?!”

“You two need to leave NOW.”

“Are you kidding?! What’s going on? Are Eddie and Steve alright?!”, Dustin shouted. 

“YES!”, you lied. “But we need you guys to go to hotel or home. I promise you I’ll make him call you and tell you everything! PLEASE!”

Hesitating for only a moment, they quickly gathered their bags and you watched as they got into their rental car to drive off into the night. As soon as they disappeared, Eddie flew past you and placed Steve on the bed. 

“I don’t know if it worked. He just passed out while drinking from me. Fuck. Fuck! I should have gone with you or gotten your things for you. Your house is never safe.” Sensing your guilt, he hastily turns around and cups your face. “No, hey. I didn’t mean it like that. This isn’t your fault, sweetheart. Ok? Shit.”, he flinches as he sways and you carefully guide him to the floor. “He took a lot from me. Can you—”

He didn’t even finish his sentence before you ran into the kitchen to find a bag of blood, tearing it open, and bringing it back to him. As he chugs it back, his black eyes scan you over.

“When I feel better, I can heal you to.”

“No, Eddie. I’m ok. I just want you to focus on you two.”

“Y/N, I woke up after 2 months…I don’t know how long it’s going to take him.”

###########

That evening, you looked after them both with Eddie refusing to leave his boyfriend’s side. Removing Steve’s shirt, you used a rag to clean the blood from where his stab wound had been and wiped away the mess around his mouth. All of the previous wounds were gone but his breathing was still extremely shallow. 

Curling up behind Eddie, you held him as he cuddled up into Steve’s nook and caressed his face. 

“Is this what it felt like, baby? When you thought I was gone… I’m so fucking sorry, Steve. You never should have experienced this. It hurts way more than those little fucker’s teeth ever did. Please, come back to me.”, he cried.

The memory of him waking up and feeling alone clouded his mind; the feeling of being lost before hearing his lover’s voice and their song on the little radio. 

“'Cause all I can taste is this moment and all I can breathe is your life. So and sooner or later, it's over…I just don't wanna miss you tonight.”, Eddie sang softly before kissing his cheek. “I love you, Steve Harrington.”

***

The sound of thunder startled you awake and as soon as your eyes snapped open they were met with fangs and black eyes staring down at you. His hair was hanging in front of his face and he was still in just his jeans with no shirt. The man’s cold hands were pinning your wrists to the mattress as he hovered over you bent at the knee straddling your waist. 

“Steve?”

He growled loudly at the sound of your voice causing the vampire beside you to jerk awake. 

“Jesus Christ… it worked.”, Eddie murmured, his eyes quickly taking in the situation before him. “Sweetheart, are you alright?

Steve didn’t move or make an indication that he heard him at all. 

“Baby, I can feel how hungry you are. I can take care of you, ok. You don’t need to feed on her.”

You squeaked when his body abruptly shifted as he leaned down to sniff your neck.

“Steven…”, he warned.

“Pretty girl…smells good. Hungry.”

You tried to control your emotions but you couldn’t help the way your pussy clenched as his long, wet tongue licked a line up your throat to your cheek. Steve and Eddie groaned at the same time driving you crazy. 

“Mine.”

“Ours.”, the metalhead corrected. 

“Hungry.”

“I have food in the refrigerator. You can NOT eat her. She needs to be healed first. She lost a lot of blood yesterday.”

Steve snarled but Eddie wasn’t amused anymore. 

“You don’t talk to me or give me attitude, little boy. Vampire or not I’m still your fucking Daddy. Now, let her go or I swear to God I will punish you.”

The boy’s massive, strong palms ran along your head feeling the slight bump and dried blood that remained there causing him to growl again at a much lower register before biting into his skin and shoving his wrist towards your mouth. 

Steve moaned when your lips attached to him while you drank, his hips grinding subtly against your core. 

“Pretty girl. Hurt.”

“Yeah, Y/N got hurt trying to save you.” Eddie’s eyes fluttered as he tried to control all the intense emotions running through his body right now. He was so relieved that Steve was alive so to speak but he could feel his anger and hunger as well as his desire for you.

Grunting, he forcefully pushed you back against the pillows and glared at his partner with his fury filled black eyes. 

“Who?!”

“Don’t worry, baby. Daddy took care of him.” The boy nodded before baring his fangs and leaning towards your neck, hovering just so before snarling in frustration and squeezing your wrists tighter. “What’s wrong, Steve?”

“Need…permission…”

The metalhead let out a breathy laugh that bordered between pleasure and relief. His boyfriend was still in there, he just needed to coax him out the way Steve did with him many times before. 

“Y/N, princess, are you ok?”

“Yes, Daddy.”, you whimper causing the boy above you to smirk. 

“Ok, my good boy. You can have her but when I say stop you have to listen to Daddy, understand?”

Steve nodded, wasting no time as his head fell back beside your neck and his teeth pierced your skin. As soon as his hands released you, you desperately reached between your bodies to push down his pants and move your panties to the side, groaning loudly as you guided his cock into your body. 

“Fuck, Y/N.”, Eddie moaned. “I wish you…you could feel what he’s feeling. Jesus…”

Gripping the other side of your neck, Steve’s hips slammed into yours toeing that fragile border between pleasure and pain as you clung to shoulder. 

“St-Steve…”

The long-haired boy heard the whine in your tone as tears fell from your eyes. 

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? D-Do you need to stop?”

“Too much, Daddy.”

“Steve, you have to stop now, ok?”

The man growled when Eddie touched him causing him to growl back. 

“Steven!”, you shouted in a firm tone making them both freeze. “L-Look at me NOW.”

Doing as you commanded, he lifted his head and his eyes immediately softened when he noticed the streaks of tears along your cheeks. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you urged him to continue while cupping his face. 

“That’s it, baby. I can’t give…give you more blood but you can take me. I’m…I’m so sorry, Steve. This is my fault.”

His head shook as he blinked rapidly, his black eyes receding and his beautiful honey ones pushing forth.

“No…No, honey. This isn’t your fault.”

Hearing his normal, sweet tone broke you as you wrapped your arms tightly around him and he did the same. 

“Keep going. Please. I need to feel you.”

Leaning his forehead against your own, he steadily began thrusting into you again at a much gentler rhythm. 

“I love you, Y/N. Fuck, I can feel you everywhere. It’s ok. Everything’s alright.”

You both desperately panted into each other’s mouths as he felt your pussy tighten around him as you came, following close behind as you felt him fill you up. 

With heavy eyes, you tried to focus your vision but it was too much as the adrenaline left your body and blood loss caught up with you. 

“Sweetheart, no. Keep your… Baby?! Open…eyes…”

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Flashes of memories hit you at once. 

“Bill, are you kidding? You can’t stay another week just so you can fuck your whore! We have a son to take care of!”

“Mommy.”, five-year-old Steve coos as she slams the phone done after his father hung up on her. “Everything’s ok. I love you.”

“Hey, dad.”

“What is it, Steven? I’m busy.”

Twelve-year-old Steve twirls the basketball in his hand as he carefully enters his dad’s office a bit more. 

“I, uh, wanted to tell you I made captain of the JV team.”

“Seriously? That’s why you bothered me? Get out of here and come back when you actually have something good to tell me.”

“Like we’re in love? You don’t love me?”

A teenage Steve’s hand falls from the girl’s face as she tells him their relationship is bullshit. It feels like his heart was shattered as he angrily leaves her behind in the bathroom. 

“Ahoy. Welcome to Scoops. I’m your captain Steve. What can I get you?”

“Jesus, that was both pathetic and sexy, Harrington.” The man’s eyes shift up to lock on the metalhead in front of him as his big, tooth filled grin almost blinds him. “Only you could pull that off, pretty boy.”

“Eddie, right? Mumford?”

“Munson.”, the long-haired boy cackles. “I’m surprised you remember that much, sire. It’s not like we floated in similar circles. Plus, you were also an asshole.”

“Yeah.”, he chuckles. “I was. Sorry about that.”

The guitar riff for “Iris” begins to play making Eddie roll his eyes. 

“What? You don’t like the Goo Goo Dolls?”, Steve teases. 

“No and this song is fucking cheesy as hell.”

Turning on the couch to face him more, the man brings the beer bottle to his lips like a microphone as he begins to sing. 

“And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am!”

The metalhead smiles as he playfully cringes causing Steve to laugh harder before crawling forward and placing a soft kiss on his lips. 

“Woah…”

“Fuck. I’m sorry. Did I cross a line? I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. We can just forget it happened and—”

Ring laced fingers grab his cheeks and kiss him again but much more deeply. 

“What if I don’t want to forget?”

“Wait, Eddie. Wait. Um…”, Steve pants as he lightly pushes at his boyfriend’s chest, his cock getting harder as he watches him struggle to pull his lips away from his own. 

“What’s wrong, baby?”, Eddie asks as he tenderly runs his fingers through the man’s fluffy hair. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“No, no. I do. I just…I’m nervous. I’ve never…not been with a girl…ya know?”

The metalhead grins at his shyness as Steve’s face blushes bright red. 

“I’ll go slow, sweetheart, ok? If at any point you want to stop just say the word.”

After getting the go ahead, Eddie strokes the lube along his shaft a few more times before lining himself up with the man’s entrance and gradually sliding in. 

“Fuck, Steve. You’re so fucking tight.” Opening his eyes, he scans the man underneath him whose eyes had also been closed but his eyebrows and nose were scrunched together. “Look at me, pretty boy. How are you feeling?”, he asks when he does what he says. 

“S-So fucking good. Hurts a little bit but—Jesus—please don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”, he teased, placing his palm behind Steve’s neck as he leaned his forehead on his own. 

“Fuck, Eddie. I love you, baby. Just like that.”

The metalhead’s movements faltered for just a second before grinning down at him and kissing his lips. 

“I love you to, sweetheart.”

“Oh my god, Steve! What—”

The boy pushes past Eddie into the trailer living room, his dripping wet frame from the rain drenching the carpet underneath his shoes.

“FUCK HIM! He thinks he can tell me who to be or who I can be with?! Fuck. HIM!”

Eddie grabs his arms and forces him to stand still as he looks him over. 

“Who the fuck hit you?”, he asked with a tone filled with anger. “Was it Tommy or fucking Jason?!”

“My dad finally caught up with the town gossip.”, he answered sarcastically as he bounced on the balls of his feet. “Said no son of his was going to ruin the Harrington name by fucking a guy let alone the town freak. I told him to fuck off and that you were perfect. He said it was either you or them. If I chose to stay with them I couldn’t see you anymore. I told them I loved you and he hit me. And of course, what does my mom do?! Fucking NOTHING!”

Steve fell to his knees and Eddie sunk down with him collecting him in his arms. 

“It’s ok, baby. Everything’s alright. You can stay here as long as you need to. Fuck your parents. You know Wayne doesn’t care.” 

Eddie pushed his boyfriend’s head into his chest, trying to soothe him as he continued to cry.

“Eddie! Eddie! No, no, no, no.”, Steve panicked as he slid to the man’s side in the upside down. 

“I tried, Steve. I tried to convince him to come through the gate with me. He said he needed to buy more time.”, Dustin sobbed as the earth shook around them. 

“Steve, we need to go.”

“Ok, come on, Robin. Grab one of his arms and…”

The girl looked at Nancy sympathetically unsure of what to do. Even she knew they couldn’t carry him through a gate in the ceiling. None of them had the strength especially after being grabbed by the vines. 

“Steve, come on. We have to go.”, Nancy urged, pushing down the guilt that weld up in her throat. “We can’t stay here.”

“Neither can he. We can pick him up and I can—”

“STEVE! I’m so sorry.”

“Hey Mina.”

“Hey Renfield. Draculaaaaa.”, you jest, smiling widely when you see him smirk. “Thank you boys again for letting me help with your site. I love doing this way more than any other customer service bullshit.”

“I can imagine. I used to work at an ice cream parlor and a video store. I know how crazy customers can be.”

“I hope it’s alright. Since you trusted me with your whole empire I thought I’d be more vulnerable with you both to.”

The little box with your name suddenly illuminated with your face causing them both to sigh at the same time. 

“So…this is me.”, you giggle nervously.

“Pretty girl.”

“Very.”, Steve followed, beaming when you blushed at their compliments. 

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“There she is. Come on, baby girl. Open your eyes, please.”, Eddie urged as he gently rocked you in his arms, trying desperately to hide how worried he actually was. 

When your eyes met his, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief as he tenderly moved some of the hair away from your face. 

“Steve?”

“I’m right here, honey. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to take so much. This is so new to me and—”

Your lips cut him off as you crawled into his lap and collapsed shakily in his embrace. 

“Let me grab her something to eat.”

“I saw it. I saw everything… your memories flashed before my eyes. You’ve been through too much, baby.” He couldn’t help but smile as he kissed your forehead. “I-I-I felt the love you have for him. How many times you felt like he’s saved you.”

Eddie came back and handed you a granola bar but you just held it in your palm as you sobbed while shifting your focus to him. 

“It’s my fault you almost lost him. You both should just go. Grab your things and leave me and LA behind. I’m going to get you both killed.”

Steve growled loudly as he grabbed your face and forcibly turned you to look at him.

“Y/N, what happened wasn’t your fault. What happened with your ex and his asshole brother wasn’t your fault.” Realizing how he was holding you; he swallowed nervously and dropped his hands to your sides. His body twitched and Eddie felt the emotion as he lightly chuckled. 

“Yeah, do you see what I mean now when I said it aggravates me that you both feel guilty about things you couldn’t control. You two feel it so strongly to.”

“It’s so weird. It’s like I can almost hear her thoughts but it’s a feeling. You…don’t believe me when I say it’s not your fault. You think your mom’s right about you. That you just ruin everything basically by existing.”

As you looked away in shame, Eddie reached out to lift your chin. 

“I get what it feels like to think that. My dad was the same way before he went in but, Y/N, it kills me when I feel you feeling that because—”

“You can’t see how perfect you are… to us anyway.”, Steve finishes. 

Silently, you opened the treat he brought you as you waited for them to take care of you. Watching with studious eyes, Eddie licked his thumb and showed his boyfriend how he heals the bites, marveling when the wound disappears. 

“I always did it while you were both asleep.” The metalhead scooted forward and cupped Steve face in his hands as the shared a passionate kiss. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again, sweetheart. I love you so much, Steve Harrington.”

“I love you to, Eddie Munson.”

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Marchweres Day 1-2

Prompt: Full Moon, Shapeshifting, Predator-Prey

Pairing: Werewolf! Daryl Dixon x f!Reader

Word Count: 1,5k

Warnings: NSFW, smut, predator-prey dynamic, at first it looks like they don’t know each other (it soon is proved to be the opposite), a little role-play maybe(?), mentions of fingering, mentions of cunnilingus, teasing, dirty talking, dumbfication if you squint, praising. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+

A/N: I wrote the werewolf thing in a vibe more Twilight, but at the same time I’m creating my own things about it.

Also, It may or may not be in twd universe. You can consider anything. There’s no mentions of walkers or the apocalypse.

It was full moon. She was big, round and high on the sky. Despite not having a single light with you, it illuminated well almost everything and it also created shadows.

You walked by yourself in the woods, a dumb choice most people would say. The full moon was when monsters crawled from their holes and came to earth so they could feed from humans. Or at least, that was what your grandmother said. You never believed on this shit, until you listened to a howl, and by how the sound was high it came from somewhere close to you.

How could you forget there were wolves in those woods? Why did you come to the woods in the first place?

The leaves rustled nearby, you looked to your sides and saw nothing. You felt a warm breath on your nape and turned very slowly, your heart beaten fast, and the nervousness was all around you. When you turned back you were presented to a big dark brown wolf, it was the biggest wolf you had ever seen, his nose was in the same height as your face. It was so furry and had some white hair here and there, specially around the snout. The wolf’s eyes were a bright blue that could be recognized anywhere, because you never saw something as shiny as it. It let out a small huff and showed a little of teeth and you interpreted that as “Run.”

Your instincts heightened and you turned your back to it and started running. You knew it was stupid. You knew you had no chance. Your 2 little legs against the ginormous wolf 4 legs? No chance! You ran as if your life depended on this. You took some glances at your back and you saw it chasing you. It could be faster, but it wasn’t the intention. The Wolf was playing with you, playing with the food.

You ran as much as your body allowed you, until you were faced with a Stone Mountain, and you had nowhere to go, you turned back to the monster and saw it approaching you, cornering you… planning the exact moment it would jump on you. His blue eyes illuminated the night like two lanterns. You looked both sides, no way to run and you looked back again, it was like he had a grin on his animal face before attacking you and tackling you to the ground.

You closed your eyes for an instant anticipating the fall, the fluffy leaves made floor of the place welcomed your body and when you opened your eyes, there he was… a huge man caging you to the ground, his hands holding yours up your head, his medium length hair falling like a curtain in his face, his wavy hair framing his face, that same blue eyes now adorning his face and when your eyes roomed lower you were presented with his marvelous chest full of scars from old battles and tattoos. Going a little lower you could see his happy trail and your eyes tentatively roomed down, until you heard him. “Ma eyes are up here sunshine…” the gruff voice sending chills throughout your body.

Your eyes moved back to his face and he couldn’t hide the amusement on his face. You smirked at him, and he continued to talk. “You probably sucked at playing hide and seek.” He took a long sniff on your neck and continued to talk in your ear. “Ya were all around the woods. Can’t even hide yourself for living. And yer smell? Could smell your arousal miles away before finding ya.”

“It’s because of the expectation of you catching me.” You admitted.

“Yeah?”

“Yes, of what you’re going to do to me.”

It was true your grandmother told you everything about werewolves, but she never told you how it was to be one or live with one. And if there was one thing you learned it was that every full moon they got so much energy accumulated, having to control themselves and spend this energy hunting… but that wasn’t the best way of spending this energy, it was till they matured and learned that sex was the best option to go through this phase. Just after meeting him you got to learn all of this.

Knowing this, that night, you decided to do a game. More like a tag game than hide and seek, to spend some energy, for the adrenaline to run in your veins, especially his, to build the expectation. But while you did that, you couldn’t help but feel excited all the way through to your ending agreed point.

“So what will the big bad wolf do to me?” You asked looking at him with the best clueless look you could manage to give him.

He held a laugh at your act. “What do ya suggest?”

“I don’t know, this was your idea…”

For fuck’s sake, you had already lost count of how many times he had made you cum. It was like his battery was never low. He started fingering and eating you out, then he made his sick game of teasing your folds, clit and entrance with his dick but not doing what you needed the most… next thing he hammered into you for so long that you lost count of time.

Now after your, god knows how many, orgasm he pounded into you, producing the filthiest sounds of your juices and bodies colliding against each other. You had your arms folded in front of you so you could support your face and prevent from laying it against the leaves, your ass up high while he grabbed your hips and fucked you senseless, otherwise you’d not be able to hold yourself in the position.

“D-D-D-Daryl…” you cried while he hit that spot again and again.

“D-D-D-D…” he mocked you. “So fucked up that can’t even say one simple word.”

Damn… he loved you in every way he could have you, but gods he loved to watch your ass while he disappeared inside of you. He grunted with his thoughts and what he saw in front of him and felt. How could him have so many dirty thoughts about you when he was already doing the dirty?

One of his hands came to your body and helped your body up to be flush against his while he continued trusting his hips on you. One of his hands wandered up your body stopping for a little on your breasts and then continuing its way to your neck stopping there, no pressure just giving you the sensation of being held there. His other hand traveled from your hips down to your clit rubbing torturing circles on it. You whined and whimpered against him, feeling that one more time you were getting close to your release.

“Fuck. Ya always do so good for me, taking everything I give you.” He breathed on your ear. “Do ya have any idea off how good you make me feel?”

Your body trembled, a bunch of moans and incoherent words coming from your lips, you had reached your orgasm one more time. He felt that he was finally getting there, he continued riding your orgasm till he felt like he couldn’t hold it anymore. He pulled out, his cock rubbing up and down between your folds while you where still coming out from your orgasm. He bursted in pleasure spending his seed on your stomach and on the floor. Even though he was deeply tempted on finishing inside of you, he couldn’t. You still didn’t feel prepared to have his puppies so he was waiting for your time.

He laid on the floor holding you in his arms waiting for both of you to recover your breaths. You turned around and your mouth found his giving him a passionate kiss. “I love you, but I don’t know if I can walk.” You pouted.

“Don’t need ta. I’ll carry you home.” He said nuzzling your hair. “I love you, and thank you for spending this time with me.”

“Next full moon again?” You asked, and he laughed he couldn’t believe you had enjoyed this crazy idea.

“If ya want to, yeah.”

You dressed your clothes, Daryl helping you and then you realized he didn’t dress the clothes you brought him on your backpack. “I’m not walking home with your naked ass. Nothing against it, but what if people see it?

“I ain’t walking.” He shifted again into his wolf form and signed with his snout for you to get on his back.

“Really? This isn’t what I imagine when you ask me to ride you.” You joked, he left a huff from his nose, and you knew that was a snort.

He lowered himself so you could get on his back, you laid there on his dark brown fur, one leg on each side and your arms around his neck. As soon as you were on his back and holding yourself, he ran through the woods, this time not behind you, but with you.

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Dream Come True - Part 8

Summary: The “Garbage Men” are the guys in the mob who get the dirt on others and clean up after the higher ups. They have many different ways of gathering intel by running legitimate businesses. One such business is Jefferson/Jensen’s cyber cafe where you regularly go to work. You’ve actually become good friends with Jefferson’s daughter and Jensen’s niece. You even volunteered as their after-school tutor. One day, there’s a robbery attempt where you get hurt protecting the girls. This is how you are introduced to Curtis Everett, the guy in charge of the “Garbage Men”.

A/N: Reader is plus sized, femme. No other descriptors used.

Word Count: ~2000

Warnings: Insecure reader, Violence referenced but not written. Please let me know if I missed any!

Part 7 -- Part 9

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Curtis tried to ignore his phone. Rogers was trying to get hold of him again, but he wanted the line clear for Jake. Unfortunately Rogers kept calling so Curtis had to answer if only to tell him to stop tying up the line. 

“What,” he snapped at the phone. “I’m waiting for Jensen. What’s so damn important?”

“We have her location,” Steve intoned. “I’ll give it to you if you calm the hell down.”

“What the hell is wrong with you, Rogers? We got someone kidnapped! How is she not a priority?”

“Because if we’re not careful a lot more people will be hurt and killed. And I know you know that. The last thing we need is Berserker. Now get yourself together, Everett. Put away the axe and I’ll tell you where you can get her. Full stealth operation.”

When Curtis doesn’t answer Steve asks, “do you really want her to see you like this?”

That got Curtis’s attention. He’d been the cause of your tears once. If you saw the monster he could be…he couldn’t live with himself if you ever flinched away from him. If you looked at him with fear. “Fuck,” he muttered. He took several breaths and let out a primal, rage-filled scream he’d been holding onto before going back to the phone, “I’m keeping the axe but promise to only use it as a last resort. Now tell me where she is.”

Steve was quiet for a few seconds before telling him.

You’re startled awake by someone gently shaking you. You let out a scared gasp before you realize it’s Curtis. As soon as your brain registers it’s him you’re overcome with a sense of relief, “Curtis!” 

You move to hug him but he stops you, “we’ve gotta get moving. Stick with me and do exactly as I tell you.” You nod your understanding. Instead of taking you to the elevator he leads you to a side door and uses a small device to open the electronic lock. It’s a stairwell that you figure is reserved for staff or emergencies. 

Curtis leads you down a few flights, thankfully never letting go of your hand, before leading you out to one of the hotel floors. He’s frequently looking around before taking any turns, keeping himself between you and any other people on the floor. He takes you to a staff elevator and uses the device again. He moves to keep you behind him while he watches for signs of unwanted company. When the staff elevator doors open he moves you inside before following you and pressing the floor for the basement.

“Curtis,” you whisper, hugging his arm tight, “he said if I ran he’d hunt me down.”

“He won’t get to you,” Curtis vows. 

“I don’t want you to get hurt because of me.”

Curtis looks at you, surprised at your concern, “I won’t.” You search his eyes and nod when you see his sincerity. You trust Curtis and nod your acceptance.

The elevator doors open and Pine is leaning against the wall, holding an axe at his side. You move to hide behind Curtis without letting go of him, but neither man gives you any indication that there are problems. 

Curtis hands him the small device he’d used to unlock the staff areas, “thank you, again.”

“Yes, well,” Pine mutters, as he hands Curtis the axe, “when one gets told Berserker is heading towards their hotel, one tends to be inclined to amenability.” His tone is sharp and his look at Curtis even sharper, making him look down in shame. “Thank you for agreeing to my terms and not turning my hotel into a literal and figurative bloody mess. Please let Mr. Levinson know that we are now even.” 

You’re lost on what’s going on other than that Pine is helping so you whisper, “thank you.” He turns to you and gives a slight bow before gesturing to the way out for you and Curtis.

When you’re finally out on the road he seems to relax, if only a little, “do me a favor and text Hal that you’re with me.” You nod and do as he asks.

The drive is quiet. Curtis is focused on keeping an eye out for a possible tail and you’re lost in your thoughts, berating yourself for everything that happened. A few tears slip out and catch his attention, “are you hurt?”

His voice gets you out of your head but you don’t register his words. You’re beyond drained. All you can say is, “I’m so sorry. You were right, I shouldn’t have gone. I shouldn’t have been so stupid to think I’d be okay. I’m so, so, sorry you had to come rescue me. I’m sorry you had to put in danger because I was dumb enough to think-”

“Enough,” Curtis gently interrupts. “I was only partially correct. You going to Ransom’s gave us some intel that’s already saved lives.” He takes a calming breath, “so I may have been right about you being in danger but it wasn’t done needlessly.”

You take solace in his words before asking, “is it okay if I ask about the axe? Or the Berserker that Pine was talking about?” Curtis’s hands grip the steering wheel tightly and you clamber to apologize. 

He gently interrupts you, “do you remember me telling you not to work for Wilford & Gilliam?” You nod and he continues, “I told you that they’re horrible people who fund even worse people. I know because I used to work for them. My little brother, Edgar, got mixed up with their circles. Accidentally crossed the wrong people. When I protected him, I caught their attention by…I…I killed several of their people.” 

You can see his face contort in pain at the memories. You try to reach out to comfort him but he shakes off your hand before continuing his story.

“It wasn’t for the money or other…benefits. It was Edgar. As long as I followed orders, he’d get to live. I ended up getting sent into some of the worst areas. But the longer I survived the stronger my reputation became. I became known as Berserker because I would tear through people and not notice any hurt until well after. I couldn’t aim with a gun to save my life but I could wreak havoc with an axe.”

“But it was never enough for those monsters at the top. They kept pushing and pushing me. I fought so damn hard but, as you recently re-educated me, the human body can only take so much. I failed a mission and barely got out with my life. They killed Edgar in front of me and left me for dead.”

Curtis’s tears break your heart. It’s a sight you never thought you’d see and you wished you could comfort him in any way.

He wipes his eyes quickly before continuing, “I was rescued by Rogers. He offered me a place with their family. I’d witnessed them doing good for the people in their territory and wanted that for myself. I had no fire left in me but that worked in my favor. They didn’t want the Berserker. They still don’t. I’ve worked, ever since, to try to do good for people. To keep myself from losing it ever again.”

By now he’s wisely pulled the truck over, letting himself crumble a little. He doesn’t push you away when you go to hold his hand. Your own tears mirror Curtis’s.

You try to say something but he stops your thoughts when he says, “then you came along. You spin my world on its head and I don’t hate it. You make me take care of my team and things are going a lot better for them. You upset everything but make it all better, somehow. And all I want to do is keep you safe from my world. Safe from me.”

“Curtis, I’m so sorry,” you whisper. “I’m so sorry you had to go through all of that and I’m so very sorry for my part in bringing it all back to you.”

As the silence filled the truck Curtis noticed the giant bruise on your arm. He gently held your arm and asked, “did he do this to you?” You nod and he brings himself to attention, getting the truck back on the road. “Gotta get back to work so that he never touches you again.”

“You’re taking me with you, right?”

“Absolutely. You’re not leaving my sight until I know you’re safe.”

“Thank you, Curtis. Thank you, so much.” You let yourself relax enough to fall asleep for the rest of the drive. 

When you arrive at the base-of-operations Curtis gently wakes you and helps you out of the truck. Inside feels like barely controlled chaos as different people are running different intel, follow ups, phone calls, and more. The only person who’s staying still is Jake. 

“Why is Jake wearing a pirate hat,” you ask Curtis.

Curtis huffs, “it’s his Focusing Hat. A compromise to get him to stop stripping down to his boxers to take care of a heavy task. He’s currently trying to hack the hacker who’s watching Ransom, and probably more people.”

“Curtis!” You both turn to see Mace marching towards you. “I’m still pissed at you for ditching us.”

“Understandable,” Curtis affirms.

“You’re going to be able to focus and help us?”

“Yes.”

“Apology accepted, Boss. Now get your ass to work,” Mace hands him some papers and updates him on everything that they’ve found so far. 

Curtis doesn’t let go of your hand the entire time. You’d think with the abnormal amount of attention you've gotten today you’d want to withdraw but you find comfort in his touch. And he seems to find comfort in having you around. When he gets stuck on a problem he rubs your hand with his like a worry-stone. 

Everyone jumps when Jake suddenly shouts, “YO-HO-HO AND A BOTTLE OF RUM, BITCH!” He’s thrown his fists in the air in celebration. “I finally got the fucker! All his systems are MINE! I’ve got trackers on Lloyd AND all of his friends!” He takes a second to look over things before yelling “Boss! They’re at Ransom’s place!

“Get the info sent to the appropriate parties,” Curtis barks. “Mace, call the Higher Ups and supplement Jake’s info with the stuff you and I got. Once that’s done, we’re going into standby mode.”

As everyone else bustles around you ask, “what’s standby mode?”

“We’re the intel gatherers and the cleaners,” he explains. “We only get called into fights when it’s desperate. Standby mode means we get ready to either fight or clean up, depending on how things go.”

“Does that mean I can get some sleep?”

“We don’t exactly have a bed or anything in here. Might need to fix that.”

“Don’t need a bed,” you groggily shake your head. You lead him over to a couple of the comfier chairs and set him down in one before moving the other directly next to his. You sit in the other and snuggle his arm as you let yourself drift off to sleep. 

You don’t see his face soften as his heart melts. It finally hits him, he’s in love with you. Has been in love with you for a while now. You drove him crazy in so many ways and he never wanted it to stop. If you’d have him, he’d treat you like the angel you are. If you didn’t want him…he couldn’t think of that right now. Didn’t want to think of you turning him down. Not now while you’re silently telling him that you trust him. That you feel safe enough to sleep around him. That you want him around. 

A couple hours later Hal came running, calling for him, but stopped when Curtis gave him a glare and gestured to you. He whispered to Curtis, “the place got shot up. Rumlow is dead. Ransom is in the hospital. But Lloyd escaped.”

Curtis whispered back, “are we tracking him?”

Hal shook his head, “we can’t. He crushed his phone, removed all devices. We’re looking into security footage for a license plate we can use to follow him but it’s not looking good.”

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Once innocent. Part 4. (Sully family x reader)

Hi! Just a reminder that this is a mini series to show the deeper sides of Y/n’s life BEFORE “The chore” :) 💕 I never said that the argument y/n had in ‘the chore’ was the only serious one she was in.🤫

Y/n waited patiently until it was her turn to hold Tuk. When Y/n did, she didn’t hold back tears, she didn’t care who saw her, the tears she left out were the first emotion she let anyone see in a long time.

She’s beautiful. Her skin is so soft, the way she smiled at me was so contagious and the way her small hand wrapped around my finger was perfect. She was perfect. “hello sunshine, aren’t you precious and innocent? How could Eywa bless us with someone so perfect? You’re my bundle of joy. I’ll protect you.” From then on, that’s all I ever did.

Soon my mother didn’t need to give constant care to Tuk, and that’s when I took in Tuk. It’s not like I wasn’t always there when she was just a newborn, because even when she was under my moms care, I’d take her any chance I’d get. She was the only one I spoke full conversations with, even if she couldn’t speak back, just seeing her smile at me was enough to warm my heart. When I noticed how mother and father slowly distanced themselves, tired of having to spend everyday with the clingy child. It only showed a reflection of what others saw with me and my parents. I would never let her endure or go through what I did. I will take care of her, that way when she returns in my parents arms they will ache for her. Tuk deserved that. Not a empty ache for their child, not the ‘care’ I received as a kid.

*Flashback*

“Dad? Mom?” Giggles erupted from the sweet girl as she hugged onto her dad’s leg. “I found you dad it’s been hours since we first started playing hide-“ her father looked at her suddenly feeling frustrated with how messy the girl was. “Y/n let go. Your hands are dirty. Go clean yourself up.” The child looked down at her hand and giggled once again “oh yea..sorry sir I was practicing outside and then I fell when I ran to chase you!” As soon as I cleaned up I ran back to cuddle next to them except they were all asleep and there was no room left for me so I had to sleep on the edge. “Mom? Dad? Guys?…I guess this is ok..It’s fine! Good night!” *

Please no, she’ll never experience the heart break I did. Tuk is only a toddler, she’s drawing right now. “Hey! What you drawing there sunshine? Can I see?…You know I’m no good at this game. But I’ll try to guess what it is, just for you! Just give me a second I’ll figure it out…is it me?” Tuk giggles and point at me after I said that “it is me! I knew it! Cmon can you say Y/n Tuk? Y/nnn.” Tuk just sighs smiling and looking back down at her drawing. “Not much of a talker are you sunshine? Grandmother told me you should be speaking by now, but don’t worry about it! You’ll talk when your ready! Maybe your hiding a special fun secret? Maybe…you found out i was the tickle monster!” I raise my hands to tickle her into a fit of laughter “rawr!!!” I laugh with her and come to a stop…her laugh is so full of life. I’ll keep going through life just to hear that laugh everyday. “We should start helping mom prep our meal shouldn’t we, sunshine? Let’s go!” We head to help mom and I prep Tuk down handing her the two toys I found for her, with crayons and a paper. I joined smoothly helping my mom prep. We didn’t talk much especially after she broke her promise. Call me dramatic but it hurt. My mother knew it was wrong too…hints why we don’t speak anymore. The one time where we’re able to find words to say to each other was when Tuk needed something but that was rare. I always knew when Tuk needed something or how she liked something. Majority of the times Tuk was just asking to return back to my arms. The food was done so we began preparing and eating our meal. I sat away from my siblings that were in the corner, to sit next to Tuk and help her eat her meal. Dad seems upset today…please no. “Y/n. Why is there crayons on the floor. Clean it up.” I look up and slowly get up to pick up the crayons Tuk had been playing with. “Why aren’t you watching your sister? She has crayon marks on her arm. You let her get dirty. You know when you were born I thought how the hell am I supposed to raise this messy kid. This hyper active little kid who’s reckless. You can’t be that way with Tuk. It’s not ok.” Cmon really? In front of Tuk. “I know, I’m well aware at how important it is to keep the child clean. Try not to abuse your power father. Tuk is here. You will NOT do this in front of Tuk. It’s just not gonna happen” I pass a smile and look at Tuk who was smiling at me pointing to our hammock. “No more food Tuk? You sure did eat huh sunshine? Let’s go clean you up and put you to sleep while Mom and dad eat.” I tried acting like I didn’t hear him talk about me to my mother. Maintained a smile on my face. How could they ever think she was going to stay dirty? I would never let it happen. She’s a kid, of course she’s gonna get dirty, but I’ll clean it up. I shower her as tears drop down my face. She grasp my face and points to my lips with her hands opening up and down motioning me to speak and then back to her toys. “we’re going on a…bear hunt. We’re gonna catch a…big one!” She giggles and I finish washing up to take her and I back inside. I place her in the hammock setting her with my parents, giving a kiss on the cheek and a goodnight before walking away. “Y/n! Y/n! Y/n!” I immediately freeze…she has such angelic voice. I turn around smiling as my parents watch by with shock…their daughters first words! Tuk crawls towards me with her hands out telling me to grab her. I giggle at her sweet actions and twirl her “oh sunshine-“ my father speaks up “Just take her tonight. Just be quiet and go to sleep.” He can be upset but I don’t care. Nothing can ruin this moment with my sweet angel.

Tuk was 5 when I started training her, I was going to teach her it all. She became a quick learner and she enjoyed it just as much as I did. We were on our way to my usual training spot until she spotted the place I had went to for pretty flowers and accessories. Maybe she can learn how to crown and bead first and then we can go to survival more. I was smiling at her until I saw she almost touched the neon flower. “Wait Tuk! Don’t touch that one! It makes you have this weird reaction and it’s gross!” Tuk laughs and look up at me “…Did you touch it?” I looked down with an ashamed face,not wanting to admit how I was left with a weird reaction all over me because I touched the flower “…i don’t know” We spent the rest of our evening crowning and beading. Then I told her i’d show her how to make the clothing, explaining to her it’s necessary in case you need extra or something happens. Then Tuk seemed to go more quiet…”what’s wrong…Tuk?” She looks up from the blanket she was making “hungry.” I was quick to grab her toy that was a shape of a food,thinking of something quick to change her mood “hey there Tuk! It’s me the famous hamburger word on the street is that you are hungry and you want to eat me! Do you want want to eat me?” She giggles and says “cmon y/n I can’t eat a toy!” I give her a good look and hold the toy up again to say “aw man, my feelings are hurt!” Tuk is quick to say “well my stomach hurts!” “mmh, sassy!” She giggles and I go towards my bag to see if I have anything to give her. I pick up a container of small leftovers I had set for when I was going to do extra work around the village, it’s fine I’ll just skip eating today. Something I’ve been doing a lot lately, and trust me not on purpose.

*Flasahback*

“You need to start picking up your work Y/n because this isn’t cutting it. What are you doing to even contribute to the village? Cause I see nothing. You are nothing because you do nothing.” Are you kidding me. He doesn’t care does he? The fact that his child is right there. “Tuk go with mom to sleep ok?….(Tuk looks at her dad suspiciously and leaves her sister with a hug) Tuk was here. I take care of Tuk. Remember? And I DO put my part into the village I just came from there! This argument that you’re trying to pick up isn’t happening right now. While you had the privilege to come home early as the ‘olo'eyktan’ I didn’t. There’s a clear defining difference between us Sir.” As I was leaving placing to go in my hammock, I could still hear him mumbling complaints. I turn to go get some rest “Y/n, Y/n! Good night sleep!” I giggle and say it back. But as soon as I turned there was no longer a smile on my face. How could everyone sleep so peacefully while I now have to work hours on end.*

“About all we got!” Handing her my small meal. Tuk looks at the lunch, saddened knowing she watched me make it in the morning, for more work my father ordered me to do. “…what about you?” I turn away from my beading and smile “go for it! I’ll find something else soon! I’m not even that hungry sunshine!” Tuk looks at me with her ‘thinking’ face. Oh Eywa, no don-“how about I go with you to help around in the village…you know as my…contribution? (She’s handing these words slowly REMEMBER she’s only 5 right now that’s why she’s taking awhile to remember the words she was taught)” To the hours that I’m up by? And the hours I have to wake up the next morning? This would not be a fair ask. She’s just a kid “After we are done with these blankets we can give it to the village and this will be your contribution ok? Your doing great Tuk! You’re quick!” Tuk laughs but is upset for her sister on the inside why does she have to always work?

We kept on dealing with our next days like that and I slowly introduced her into survival. Tuk was still eager to do more in her village so today she decided why not just follow her sister, instead of asking her? It’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission! It’s only a matter of time before Y/n gets tired of working and wants to go away…leave.

I dropped Tuk off home with my shoulder still slacked down…I’m so tired. Only a couple of more hours and I can sleep. peacefully. “Ok Tuk good night, sunshine!” I turn to walk away but to my surprise she followed me back out of our home. What is she doing? “If you leave…I want you to take me too.” She’s confusing me. “W-what are you talking about?” She looks up again “Please don’t be mad. I don’t want to be alone. Not having you makes me feel alone. I can’t live with you not with me y/n. I know you want to leave sometimes. I also know that this work you’ve been doing is a lot. So just take me to work with you. I’ve been asking for a long time, I can help.” No, this can not happen , I will not take her helping hand. This is work my father gave me to punish me. I will not bring her down with me. I refuse. “If you have the time to fall asleep? You do it.” Tuk raises her voice with frustration very evident. “I said I don’t want to!” Throwing some tantrums here and there are and aren’t ok. I was never allowed to do it so dealing with it can be…confusing? Frustrating? This is technically my first time raising a kid. “I don’t care what you said. You will do it.” Tuk is quick to say “I don’t care what you say!” She can’t just deny what I’m telling her. This is for her. “Cmon Tuk!” Letting a frustrated sigh go before i kneeled down to talk to her and get her to understand. “You can’t break promises Tuk. You said you’d stop pushing the idea. You promised me.” She gives an ashamed look “…ik” she still has eagerness to come and it needs to stop. She can’t go through I have to do everyday, it’s not easy. “You’re not letting this go are you? Tuk I’m done. We’re not doing this anymore. You’re going to drop it or you’re in big trouble. I mean it.” Tuk rushes in to give me a hug. “Fine. Go to work, but take care of yourself ok? Oel ngati kameie, y/n” I sigh into her hug, relieved “Oel ngati kameie, sunshine….ok you should go inside to go to sleep I’ll give you a good night hug and kiss ok?” She grabs my hand and rushes me inside, I can feel my dad’s stare as I go by their hammock to give Tuk what I promised. After that I leave quickly, I don’t want to talk to them. They don’t know about my life now and they never will. Just a couple of more night and I’ll drop this stupid extra chores thing.

Tuk WAS 5…Now she was 6. I taught her a lot in the span of that one year except now, she feels like she conquered the world. Which I can admit is very cute! She’s been begging to ride my Ikran for MONTHS. Today I might just given in! She did so well during her practices and she’s managing everything perfectly. “Okkkk…fine. BUT you must know how they work and you need to remain calm ok? And hold onto me extra tight.” I explain to her that and more until it was time to ride it. “Hold on Tuk ok? Just like we promised!” We were doing just great flying, that was until my Ikran decided to do this small crazy scary drop I taught it a couple of months ago, this wasn’t supposed to happen. “AHHHH! Get me off Y/n this isn’t fun! Please!” I was already on it. I agree, this wasn’t fun to do with her, that should not have happened. “I’m so sorry Tuk, that wasn’t supposed to happen I didn’t mean for it to happen! It was just supposed to be a normal fly. Shhh sunshine, I got you. I’ll protect you. Remember?” Tuk’s crying calms down but that doesn’t mean dad didn’t hear it. He walked in as soon as she stopped, perfect. (sarcastically ofc) “Ok sunshine, go play outside for a bit ok?” Tuk is very hesitant until father grows impatient and give her a “Go Tuk. Now.” I give her a smile, knowing exactly what’s about to happen.

“I- it was just a short fly and a small drop I swear Sir she just got frightened, I calmed her down ok? She’s fine-“ he cuts me off AGAIN. “Small drop? Y/n I saw you. (It was a small drop, just happened out of nowhere and nowwww he wants to exaggerate it) You seriously flew an Ikran with her? she’s six. Of course she’s going to be scared?! Why would you be stupid enough to take her? To force her? It’s not ok. So whatever stupid training thing you two are on. It comes to an end. NOW!” He can not be serious. He’s acting irrationally now. Frustration takes over my patience. “Excuse me? You will not yell at ME. For training her the way she should be. She ASKED to go on the Ikran and I agreed. You didn’t even know she could do the things she’s done. She’s the greatest in her age division and you know what? I actually teach her the way it should be taught. Not like some soldier.” Anger was erupting in him. I can see it. “I will yell at you. You’re training her stupidly. Those records don’t prove nothing. You’ll make her weak and reckless just like you just did with her. I am the parent. You are the emergency call.” Words sliced deep. But it sounds like he’s telling me I can’t train her anymore and I’m not letting that happen so I’ll argue as much as I have to. “Who are you to criticize me? What have you done for her? Do not use the fact that you’re a parent against me. She’s as strong as she can be. She’s quick and smart. You’d know that if you were smart and actually cared. You are wrong. You will not tell me I can’t train her while you do whatever it is that you do. You can’t even spend more than full two days with her. You are the shittest father of pandora.” He shoves me into the wall like I was nothing. I lose my breath by how hard he shoved me. “Do not speak to me like that. I don’t know what type of ‘I can do anything’ journey you’re on but it stops now. You’ve never seen death, or had a world be cold towards you. So stop it.” I laugh. I laugh it all as confusion is written on his face “you really don’t know anything about me.” I push the hand he had a hold on me with and continue “I’ve had death held at my hands. I’ve had the only thing that actually cared for me AS A CHILD die, in my own fucking hands. Blood covered my hands. While I saw the only man I consider a father die. Rey’akana taught me everything YOU should’ve already done. You have never been there for me my entire life. I’ve handled everything you have given me, perfectly. Every pathetic attitude you threw and every order. So take it to someone else now.” He took a moment to answer, contemplating his next words. “Life isn’t fair sometimes Y/n ok? Get over it. He died for a reason, maybe he even died because of you. Ever considered that you distracted him? It’s was your fault. His fault.” He stabbed into me and I didn’t even see it coming. He wanted to make it clear I wasn’t going to be the reason Tuk would get hurt, he was going about it and in all the wrong ways. He let his frustration get in the way. So I shoved him back “you didn’t even know the warriors you fought with. With the way you’re going about this, I’ll see you in hell.” He looks to me like…like I was the one wrong. He put his hands on me first. He yelled at me first. He lost his ways, first. Now he thinks he’s going to bring this to an end. “You will not watch Tuk anymore. You are clearly a mess. You can’t do anything on your own. You’ll distract her too. She could’ve died because of you. You’ll be in hell for a good long time before I show up.” He’s using her against me. I don’t care what he says, I hold zero mercy. “I don’t mind waiting. If your going to take Tuk away from me…then you better bury me deep. Because when I come back, I’ll come for you first!” He didn’t hold mercy either “you need something to hit you, and hit you good too. Your not listening.” He threw a glass handle by my head. However I saw Tuk walk in at the same time it happening….

💞! Cliffhanger !🤭

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[monstersholygrail]

Do you have any monster OCs? or any OCs at all? :o

You are opening Pandora’s box with this question, my love. Goodness gracious, I’m gonna put it all under the cut because the answer is yes, I have many OCs both monster, cyborg, and otherwise!

Thank you so much for asking btw, it was super sweet of you <33

If anyone would like to send in any asks about these then I’d be more than happy to talk about them 👉🏼👈🏼

Tumblr OCs

So, starting off with on my blog, I have 2 OCs! I have Demon Prist, my special boy. His story is that he is a fallen angel who is desperately trying to get back into Heaven and God’s good graces when you come into his life. He’s convinced you’re a gift from God for his devotion all these millennia as you take his pain away.

I also have Ghost bf whose name is yet to be revealed although I do have one! His story (lore drop!) is that when moving to a new city, you’re looking for an apartment and you find him! The two of you talk for weeks before agreeing to a sort of trial run. But before you can get there, Ghost bf dies and you show up to an empty apartment and you expect him to be back soon. When he reveals himself to you the two of you contact each other in weird ways and fall in love along the way.

More to come too!

Book OCs

Then I also have Monster OCs that I would like to introduce here and later possibly turn into books! The first being Wren and Emery. Wren is a bigender Eldritch monster whose favorite show is a monster hunter show where they find monsters and study them. Not actual hunting. Emery was the host of this show with her bf Jonah when a bad werewolf accident happens and Jonah kind of takes over the show. Wren decides to invite the show to his manor to essentially… catch him. All in order to help Emery. It’s very rom-com vibes. Wren and Emery are the main couple (Jonah is bad)

I have Delilah and Augustine with their friends Ivory and Sivan. I want to write their story through an anthology. It’s basically flustered vampire x bimbo human. Delilah is insanely smart, she’s a mortician ironically. But she misses a lot of things right in front of her, hence the bimbo type personality. So it’s a collection of like Augustine constantly getting caught being a vampire bc he’s not smooth or sneaky (anymore) and it just doesn’t click for Delilah. Which makes Ivory, her best friend that’s also a secret vampire, insane. She’s a hypocrite but her and Auggie have a fun dynamic.

Thirdly, I also have Zella and Senén. Sen is a hybrid wolf who ran his own mafia when his men thinks he betrayed them and the cops are on his tail. So hides as a puppy hybrid in England with an American woman named Zella who’s there looking after her sick grandmother. He has to maintain his facade even as he finds it all super demeaning. But he falls for Zella and starts getting comfortable in this new life when trouble turns its head back around on him.

Next I also have this idea for a futuristic serial fiction that would span over at least 100 chapters. It’s sci-fi fantasy. Think Nimona-ish but darker. It’s ultimately kinda cyberpunk but from the opposite perspective of it for the most part. It follows Nora or Noor and she’s in the II (Iridium Imperium) also known as the eyes. It’s a guild that protects the city like law enforcement and they’re all cyborgs with special magical gifts. Their whole city runs on guilds it’s a requirement to be in one within city limits. Only those with magical gifts can join The II. The story covers the climatic and intense downfall of The II and ultimately Nora herself as everything she’s ever known is destroyed and she’s the last to accept it if she ever really does. She has at least 3 romantic partners over the course of the series but I’m unsure if I want her to end up Ren, her enemies to lovers man from outside the city limits who understands her far too well, her ex Gio who abandoned her in order to join the resistance but always comes back for her whenever she needs him, end up with them both in a throuple, or if she should end up alone! It’s a huge world and many OCs within this world.

The working title of this next one is called Grimoire Gargoyles! It features Giselle who’s a librarian working in France at a super old library. She finds herself in the restricted section and reads out loud from a book. Accidentally releasing two French Revolution Gargoyles from their prison stuck on top of the library. Now that Francois and Bastien are free they try and leave but find themselves drawn back to Giselle. Revealing themselves to her she isn’t afraid given that monsters are a normal sight in their world. Though Gargoyles have been extinct since the Revolution. Together they work together to try and finish the spell to release them from their curse and fall in love along the way.

More include a heist trilogy with a Dragon jeweler for the King and a thief, a dryad who accidentally performs a mating ritual with an ancient dragon at a festival celebrating his supposed vanquishing, a vampire stalker who stalks a human after tasting her blood for the first time but then stops and she starts stalking him bc she’s upset he stopped stalking her, a dragon hybrid and a griffin hybrid who exchange mating symbols as kids and basically betroth themselves to each other but he’s meant to marry her sister and years later they go through the marriage trials together not knowing it’s impossible for him to marry someone else.

Other Book OCs

My oldest OCs are from last November and it’s called Crafting Constellations. It’s an elf world and all high fantasy. The first book follows Soleil and Peracles. Peracles is the heir to a Kingdom that’s only ever had female rulers and Soleil is his general. They have a forbidden romance going on and have to work together to figure out the evil plot against the crown by an unknown force. See art of them here. Its sequel features Cane, Peracles’ royal advisor and Soleil’s ex, in his heartbreak when he saves Pera from being poisoned. He gets into an enemies to lovers with Pera’s assassin named Astraea. Then the third book features the antagonist as the main character Nova and she kidnaps Viyan, a co-worker of sorts with Astraea in order to get revenge. Then I have a secondary series featuring all 4 of Peracles’ brothers with love interests. Also a prequel that’s a sapphic tragedy with Peracles mother and her own general.

Then my second oldest OCs named Prudence and Narada. It’s another sci-fi fantasy series. Prudence is a part of a faction that has the power to get into another persons mind and read it and control it. A long time ago her faction was deemed too dangerous to stay alive so they made them extinct. And for over 100 years they’ve been living in secret and pulling the strings of their entire world Janeus. Her coven sees into the future and ensures fate stays on course. So they kill the emperor of one of the empires so that his son takes over: Narada. Prue goes there, hiding her eyes as their powers are revealed through eye color. And she successfully manipulates him but they fall for each other along the way and she ends up betraying her coven and revealing herself and their plan for the young emperor. Prue is convinced that she can fix things and manipulate fate all on her own but their world slowly begins to perish and she realizes her mistake. When she gets a “chosen one” prophecy with herself as the one to defeat, she learns to accept fate and that you can’t control it as she thought.

More include a fae hunter x fae lord that’s kinda similar to Lion King 2: Simba’s Pride lol, two demons and a human working at a casino and underground fighting ring that helps them hide from the world when their pasts catch up to them, and a biblical apocalypse where the world is split into the seven deadly sins and the Lord of Greed and a man working for the Lord of Lust inadvertently work to bring the second coming of Christ.

And I’m sure there’s even more that I’ve forgotten or that have slipped my mind!! I have so many plots in my head that it’s hard to focus on any of them lol.

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Shooting

Word count: 2.0K

Summary: a free shooter is in Nevermore, and when you realize who it is you won’t be so Happy and you’ll be traumatized.

Warnings: the title says it all

Pairing: Wednesday X Fem!Reader

I got this idea watching “The Fallout” but decided to switch it up a bit, I hope you like it the same way I did!

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“Hey Nes, are you coming to school today?” You asked your girlfriend. Recently she had been going in town a lot to solve some things with this whole monster stuff and even though you wanted to go with her, she specifically asked you not to get involved because she didn’t want to see you hurt, and you respected her wishes so you never insisted again. “No I am not, I’m going to weathervane to find out more stuff with Tyler” you nodded at her words as you both headed to the quad. You had to admit you were kind of jealous of the fact that she was spending more time with him than with you, but you knew it was just to find out about the truth.

“Okay, be safe though okay?” You asked her as you looked protectively at your girlfriend “you too. Don’t go in the woods” she said and you nodded before watching her leave with a car. Then you headed to your botany class and started listening to Mrs. Thornhill, until you noticed that Xavier wasn’t in class. Weird you thought, he was always present. However the lesson went by smoothly and at some point you needed to go to the bathroom. As you were heading there you heard a noise. At first it seemed like a phone that had dropped, but then it continued and you realized it was gunshots. Someone had entered Nevermore with a gun and was now shooting on students.

You froze where you were as you heard students start screaming and running around. Just then you realized, you needed to hide. As the shooter was getting closer to you, and you could tell that by the sound of it, you thought that if he was an outsider he wouldn’t find you if you went in nightshade. Right? You quickly ran to the poe statue and you snapped twice, immediately going down there. You were crying, you were panicking so hard and you just wanted to be with Wednesday Right now, luckily though she wasn’t there so she couldn’t get hurt, this was probably the only bonus. “Fuck, fuck fuck” you kept repeating in fear. No one was there except from you, not even the nightshade’s members. Were they all dead already? You hoped not.

You sat there on the floor with you knees up to your chest, hands covering your ears as you cried, waiting for him to just stop shooting around. You could still hear people screaming in fear and it was getting to you too much. Suddenly though you heard the secret door of Nightshade open and you stood up, hoping it was just someone coming to hide, but you heard the noise of the gun. You couldn’t hide, it was a circular library and the only exit was the door. “Well who do we have here?” You immediately recognized the voice, it was Xavier. He was looking like a psycho, gun in his hand and creepy smirk on his face.

“X-Xavier… why are you doing this to people?” You asked him. You were scared as hell but you were there now. You could either die or try talk some sense into him. You decided for the second option. “You? Because I’m tired of you people bragging around about your powers” he said and walked closer to you, you walked backwards in response and soon hit the library. “Please- don’t hurt me” you said crying and sobbing, but he wasn’t having any of it. “You thought that if you hid in nightshade no one would find you, right? Well that’s where you were wrong, (Y/N). This is the worst place to hide and there’s no exit beside the door” he said as he got closer to you, and you were stuck between him and the library, gun pointed at your stomach.

“Please Xavier… I’m your friend, remember?” You said sobbing, you were one step away from death, all it took was for him to pull the trigger. “Are you? I just used you to get close to everyone else so that I could do this” he brought the gun up to your throat” you stayed quiet at that, only whimpering and crying. You didn’t want to die. You were so young still and had your whole life ahead of you “Xay please…” you said whispering. “STOP BEGGING ME” he pressed the gun even more to your throat, you knew he was about to shoot, but then police showed up, thanks to Weems that had seen Xavier get in nightshade.

“Drop the gun!” Sheriff Galpin said. He immediately pulled away from you and dropped the gun, the police hand cuffing him as you tried to catch your breath, going into a panic attack as you dropped to your knees. Weems came to you when Xavier was taken away and helped you to your feet. “You’re safe (Y/N), it’s okay, you’re okay” she said and brought you up and out of nightshade. She took you to her office and gave you a hot chocolate to calm you down. She tried to make you talk to her, but you were refusing to as you were too shocked. She then took you to your room and once there you laid in bed and curled up under the blankets .

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Wednesday arrived back at school and saw police cars parked in front of the entrance, as well as ambulances and dead bodies. She started feeling a little scared as she looked to the bodies hoping not to see you in between them and luckily you weren’t, and you weren’t even in the ambulances. She walked up to Sheriff Galpin “what happened here?” She asked him as she looked around. “There was a shooting in the school. It was a student from Nevermore.” This made Wednesday even more scared as she ran inside the school and up to your room. She really hoped you were okay. She was panicking, she wondered if you were alright.

As soon as she got to your rook she blasted the door open to see if you were there and safe, and you flinched at the noise, getting under the blankets even with your head as you squeezed shut your eyes, not having seen who it was coming in your room. “Please don’t hurt me” you said sobbing. Wednesday slowly got closer to you and spoke softly “(Y/N) it’s me. It’s Wednesday” she told you but you were still in a shock state and couldn’t help but be scared at the first loud sound you heard. You were even too scared to realize that she was the one talking to you. “(Y/N)” she repeated, gently putting a hand on your shoulder. You flinched even more, in your head you were still in that room with Xavier. Wednesday pulled back from you and decided it would be better if she left you alone, as of now she was just glad to see you were okay.

She also went to check if her friends were okay, luckily they were but when she heard about Xavier being the shooter, she got shocked as well, she would have never thought that he’d be so dangerous. She went to Enid to ask for Clarification about why you were so scared, luckily your friend as well wasn’t in school that day. “Enid, do you know what happened to (Y/N)? I mean, does it have to do with Xavier, did he hurt her?” Your girlfriend asked her friend protectively. “Didn’t she tell you?” Enid asked. You were her girlfriend after all, you should have told her. Wednesday shook her head “she hasn’t let me get close to her, I think she was in a state of shock. She kept repeating not to hurt her and she flinched when I touched her trying to comfort her” Wednesday looked down, it sounded even worst now that she said it.

“Well she was hiding in nightshade and of course Xavier found her.. he clearly told her he used her and he made her go back to the wall where he kept her stuck there and pointed the gun in her stomach, only to move it up to her throat to threaten her even more” now Wednesday was furious. She didn’t seem like it, but she was very protective over her girlfriend. “I’m going to kill him. I’m going to make him suffer so bad that he will even regret being born” Wednesday said furiously, but she calmed down a little when Enid told her he had been arrested.

Days passed by and you still hadn’t left your room or the bed. Wednesday would pass by every day leaving you some food since you weren’t eating, but you weren’t eating any. You had stopped flinching whenever you heard her since you had kinda gotten out of the shock state, but still you were too scared to even get out of the blankets. “(Y/N), you need to eat a little,” she sat down at the end of your bed “you’re starving yourself” you still weren’t replying, she sighed and looked down. “I just need you to be okay…” she whispered and her look turned to a sad one. It was like this for some other days until you did get up to eat something, but only when you were alone in your room.

Recently Wednesday had been sleeping in the same room as you, she wasn’t going to give up on you just because you were scared. She wasn’t the type to give up for anything. You had tried to sleep, but you were constantly having nightmares about that day, nightmares that woke you up each night and that would traumatize you all over again. “(Y/N), is it okay if I sleep with you? I just don’t want you to sleep alone and I want you to feel protected…” Wednesday asked you about the millionth nightmare that week. You looked at her and eventually nodded slightly and soon after your girlfriend was in your bed, spooning you as she wrapped an arm over you, bringing you closer to her as she also held your hand.

You fell asleep soon after. You did feel safe in your girlfriend’s arms, and you slept soundly for at least a couple hours, until you woke up screaming, because of another nightmare. Obviously Wednesday woke up too and she immediately searched for her eyes. “Hey, hey it’s okay” she said and looked at you “why don’t you tell me about those nightmares?” Your girlfriend asked gently and you looked at her. God you were so glad to have her… “I-I dream about that day… I see people die but tonight… tonight I saw you get shot at… Nes it was so horrible…” you been crying again and she held you close to her, letting you cry on her shoulders. “It’s okay, I’m safe. He can’t get to us anymore…” she pulled back and saw you were looking around scared, and she put a hand on your cheek to make you look at her.

“I’ll repeat this as many times as you want, I’ll sleep with you as many times as you want. We’re okay now. Nothing or no one is going to hurt me or you because we’re safe now. But I’m gonna need you to get better, because as much as I love seeing people suffer, seeing you suffer is horrible so please, get better for me” you nodded at her words and hugged her.

[rose-reveries]

⚠️BEWARE THE EPISODE 4 PJO SPOILERS⚠️

Episode 4: The things I like, the things I don’t, the things I miss but I’m okay with them not being there

The things I liked about the new episode:

I liked the conversation at the beginning in the train. Very reminiscent of the book where we get to learn a little bit more about Annabeth and how she arrived at camp. I found it interesting how here we changed it from Annabeth’s father always resenting her birth to Annabeth’s father considering her “a gift” until her step-mother came along. I don’t mind this change at all and all in all still makes sense as to why Annabeth ran away when she was 7.

“But at least with gods you know the rules” okay Miss Chase your autism is showing (/j)

The flow from seeing the centaurs (which is something I believe only Percy saw in the books) to letting this be how Grover opens up about Pan and why he wants to be a searcher was a nice little combination of scenes to save time. We still understand how Grover feels about humans and their mistreatment of nature but it’s just in a slightly different way than the books and I’m okay with that change.

The BANTER between the trio was SO good this episode. You can really feel the bonds between these characters (especially Percy and Annabeth) forming this episode.

The pacing in this episode finally started to feel a little bit better than the first 3 episodes. I actually do think the change in how they meet Echidna helps with this because it prolongs the hunt whereas in the book the Echidna and Chimera scene IS quite short and fast. Meeting Echidna on the train, having them run and try to heal Percy, Percy gets worse, Percy sacrifices himself to let the other two get away, fight scene, he falls into the river, etc. Just way better pacing than like, for example, episode one where Alecto literally just flies at him and without moving he stabs her and she dies 💀

Okay, my FAVORITE new thing about the episode does have to be making the Arch a temple to Athena. If the gods still rule but have adapted to the west it makes total sense that they still have temples but they’re just modern American landmarks. Super cool and I loved this change.

Also, rather than Annabeth and Grover just heading down in the elevator before learning there’s a monster, I do like Percy stepping in and sacrificing himself to let them get away. It shows his loyalty to his friends, and how he would rather fight a monster than let them die without reason.

Since the Arch is a temple and Athena had to give Echidna permission to enter, and she did so due to Annabeth’s impertinence, this REALLY helps with the shows current message of heroes and monsters and what those terms mean, but also just how the gods are like BAD. I think it’ll help make Luke’s reasoning for turning on the gods make SO much sense for new audience members.

Percy and Annabeth banter?? ADORABLE

TOTALLY CALLED THE WATER REACHING OUT TO REACH PERCY LMAO. I know RR said he had Percy jump into the river because he didn’t realize how far it was from the arch so this is like sort of a retcon but yea, it works. Percy can manipulate water we learned this with how he pushed Nancy into the fountain.

Things I didn’t:

I think Echidna breaking into the train ✨magically✨ was eh. She could have simply just been on the train like how in the book she was just simply in the elevator.

Speaking of Echidna, it would’ve been so cool to see a snake lady :’). They did it with Medusa and Alecto but I guess they spent their whole budget on that because no snake lady to be seen.

I know the Mist would be hiding it from mortals… but even in the book Grover is like wearing pants and a hat. If they spent less cgi on Grover they could’ve animated some other stuff I’m sure.

The choice to keep depicting Kronos as this wraith instead of a voice from a pit is interesting?? We are already not setting up for Kronos reveal (like there was no Kronos exposition in the museum in episode one which I though was weird). Also I’d say that they’re doing this because they want new audience members to believe Hades is the BBG or something, but if they wanted us to think that why not mention the Helm of Darkness? The Helm would definitely help allude to this wraith figure we see I think. Or show us the hellhound. I don’t know. Weird. I think there is a lot of missing information that is IMPORTANT to the story that shouldn’t have been left out.

Things I miss but it’s fine they’re not there

The trio just never lost their stuff, huh? Like…the bus didn’t explode. They didn’t have to return a poodle for money to a train to Denver. I understand this was all probably cut for time and money sake.

Wish we took the time in the arch for Annabeth to talk about wanting to be an architect.

In conclusion, I liked this episode and I am enjoying the series. But this means that the Lightning Thief Musical is still the most book accurate adaptation of Percy Jackson and that makes me lol