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swappedandtrapped · 1 month ago

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Rent Help - Part 2

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Roy closed the door after him, leaving me still half-shocked at the situation. I felt disgusting. I was still soaking in sweat by this whole rude awakening, and I smelt awful. Like Roy always did. I couldn't do this. I couldn't stay in this sweaty piece of shit of a body. I decided I HAVE to take a shower and clean myself. At least get this sweaty stench off of me.

I wasn't thrilled about having to see myself naked in Roy's body, but I knew it was only a matter of time until I had to. I turned on the hot water and stripped. Trying not to look down, I started cleaning myself and noticed many things in Roy's body I didn't before. How he's actually a bit shorter than me, how thick he was, how soft his body felt (excluding his rough hands).

At some point, I started moving down and was finally confronted with the lower half of Roy's body. It was painful for me to see his stubby dick peeking out of a hairy bush. "I'm stuck with this for now, but it's only temporary." I tried to tell myself, cringing again at how Roy's voice came out of me.

I dried up and went to my room to get dressed, but I found this to be more challenging than I thought. After barely fitting into my underwear, I tried picking a shirt, but I couldn't find anything to fit my new size. I tried putting on one of my baggiest shirts, but I just couldn't fit. I struggled with it for a good minute before starting to sweat again and admitting defeat. There was no other choice other than to go to Roy's room and wear something he had in my new size. I ended up taking underwear and light shorts but found out that all of his shirts were in the wash. Of course. I took one from his laundry basket and took a sniff of Roy's essence. "Hmm… Clean enough.".

I spent the rest of the day trying not to think about the fact that I was in Roy's body.

I tried reading one of my books, but it was hard to concentrate for some reason. It took me a few times to understand what's going on. I thought it was just an older book with older English, but maybe it was because I had to constantly look at his think hand and fingers holding the book.

Later on, I tried one of his video games, thinking it could pass the time better. I started up the console and connected to some sort of multiplayer shooting game. I got the hang of things pretty quickly and started winning matches. Maybe I also got Roy's muscle memory along with his body? But my winning streak was soon met with my annihilation by the opposing team. "Kus ummak!" I shouted in anger to the empty house on instinct. Why did I say that?

The day went on with nothing of note. I stayed home all day, had a nap, played games. At some point, I answered Roy's phone and pretended to be him to avoid suspicion. I was weird, talking to someone I don't know with no issue. Like I knew what he wanted to hear.

Evening came, and there was still no sign of Roy in my body. I was starting to worry since I was at his mercy in this situation. I realized he could just disappear, and I would never see my body again. With this new fear, I called my phone to make sure he's coming back soon.

He answered the call, talking through the Bluetooth speaker in his (or my?) car. "Hey, what's up?" He said. "You're on speaker with the guys." I heard some laughter in the background. Was he hanging out with MY friends?!"

"Ah, yeah, hey." I said, trying to cover up the fact I was blackmailed into lending my body. "Just wanted to check when you're coming back. It's getting late."

I heard my friends in the background again. "Why is he acting like your dad?" "Haha he's lonely. Fucking cringe."

My face became red with embarrassment.

"It's ok, man. We're on our way back. Be there in 30."

"Ok, hurry up."

"Don't worry, going str-"

The call ended with a horrible crashing sound ringing in my ear. I was stunned. What just happened? I called again. No answer. I was in panic mode. Called again. Nothing. My heart was beating so fast, my body sweating again from the anxiety. Did he crash my fucking car?

The fourth time was a dud. Only at the 5th try I got an answer.

"ROY! DID YOU FUCKING CRASH MY CAR?" I shouted.

"What?" It was my voice, but Roy was clearly disoriented.

"JUST ANSWER. ARE YOU OK???"

"Yeah. I mean, maybe. Now I'm not so sure. My head got hit real bad. I'm bleeding."

"Fuck." That's my head that's gonna need to recover. "What about the others?"

"They're fine. They called me an ambulance."

"Thank god." I sighed in relief. "I was so sure all of you died."

"Haha it would take a bit more to kill me Roy."

My blood ran cold. "What did you call me?"

"Your name. Roy. Did I say something else? I really need them to check my head."

Again. I was stunned. Was he calling me that because my friends were near or did he really hit his head that bad?

"Hey, umm, are your friends with you?"

Roy sighed. "No, they're waiting by the wreck, I went aside for a bit to call everyone."

Stunned again.

"Listen Roy, I need to call my insurance, we'll talk later, ok?"

The phone slipped from my hands and fell to the floor. He thinks he's me? There's no way. No fucking way.

No. Fucking. Way.

When he finally came back, my fears were confirmed. He really forgot ever being himself or having the ability to swap bodies for that matter. I tried to convince him, make his memories re-appear. But nothing worked. He dismissed me and called me crazy no matter how hard I tried. At some point, he was fed up and locked himself in my room.

I was almost sobbing. This was it. I was stuck in his fucking body with no way to go back. With no other choice, I went to Roy's room and leaned against his bed. On his floor. In his body. Knowing that I will now have to live his life.

Thanks for reading. Part 3 maybe?

#male body swap #male body switch #body swap

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cookiepie111 · 4 months ago

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Bite me love me pt 2

Local Austrian man manages to woo and disgust a lady in 5 minutes

König x black reader

A/N: shame you just can't seem to shake that man off. A second part to bite me. Love me. Some time has passed in the story. Reader goes to watch a movie at königs house. Reblogs are appreciated. Smut. Not proofread

Tag list: @thatmusedhatter @himboelover @canyonswft13 @montenegroisr @kneelingshadowsalome @havikshoochiemama @wordstome @lanalafey

"Hey :)"

.... It's him again

"So what that guy who pulled out a knife out on your date??"

"Yeah. Then he won't stop messaging me, and pulled up at my house."

"Yeah.....he also bought you a coat. Which you're now wearing. To his house...."

It's time for your friend to mind her business...

" .... if I didn't go to his he'd just come to mine!"

Which isn't false he's done so multiple times since your first date. To give flowers, pick you or simply because he was bored. Maybe if you know where he lives it will give you a leg up on him?? Find some dirt on him. Something, anything!

♡

His place is nice. Way nicer than you could have thought, his city house seemed like the safer option. simple and clean, honestly, it looked like no one lived here, there's no pictures or trinkets. No items that could even tell you anything about say for the stack of cd's on the table. Old school. That's all you got.

"......."

"....."

you can't enjoy this movie. It feads in the background, while static plays in your head and tingles in the back of your eyes. The week's been a little bit too rough with you. There isn't a support network here like there is back home, no friends you run to, calling them just isn't the same. you need to talk and cry to someone. You need some comfort. You need to be held.

It's his thumb wiping away the tears from your eyes that brings you back. "What's wrong?" so wrapped up in your feelings, you forget how close he was, cradling your face in his hands as he inspects you. leaning down to get a closer look at you, blurry eyed mess

You can't help it , burst into tears hard, choosing to hide away in his shirt than face him. He holds you close to his chest, pulling you in, allowing you to take out your emotions on his chest. He's so warm.

"I-I've just ha - had a rough week. --Been really str-stressed. " it's hard to get the sentence out between hiccups it's silly. You couldn't even point a finger to any one thing that upset you. It just felt awful inside. Tight so wound up why bother telling him. But it wouldn't stop you kept crying.

His touch is spreading warthm all over you, from the hand that rubs your head to your back. To think he could be so gentle. That you'd fine solice in this man.

"It's okay. A rough week can be fixed. I will help you. I'll be here for you"

Oh, he's being so kind.

This is it ,This is the comfort you've been missing, feeling you've been craving. His body so warm and steady next to yours. This is-

"Having an orgasm will help you calm down and relax"

.....

UGHH!

And just like that, the spell is broken, veil lifted. This man is no longer comforting or sweet. The arm around no longer comforting, you quickly need his hands off you.

Yet His hand still remains.

The disgust in your eyes is apparent, too strong for him to brush off as he quickly moves to explain himself.

"Female or help realise endorphins and make you feel all happy. If I eat you out, it will make you all warm and fuzy inside. You can stop thinking for a bit-

[Cut the fucking cameras]

His rambling fades out as you stare blank eyed at this man. Is, is he really trying to justify why he should get to eat you out.... ugh oh gosh that's what you get for trusting this man. time to leave

"It's fine, just lie down it's fine." You're snaped out of thoughts by his hands, moving you to lie down.

"König!" He's wrestling you down before you can complain.

"Shh, sshh, it's fine, darling. I'll take those nasty thoughts away"

It happens a little bit too quickly, the tugging of your pants, discarding of your underwear before you know it he's staring at your bare pussy and suddenly realise how serious he is about this

"Wait könig-"

He doesn't waste any time, that's for certain. Fucking his tongue into you, he eats like he's been longing for this like this was the only moment for him. Feeding the deep ache in his stomach.

Your legs hurt, pulled so far apart over his shoulder, Somethings stiring deep in your stomach. it's hard to breathe... It's so hard to fight it, to not clench around the tongue working at you.

"Ahhhh"

The sounds he's pulling from you are embarrassing, too desperate to be yours. It sounds foreign to your ears.

It's hot in your belly, pleasure shooting around your brain. you're struggling to form a sentence, pushing his head further in you

"König!"

You'd never said his name like that before, so sweet and needy.It made him stop the words rolled in his head he licked his teeth coming up.

you whine a little. he looks so big. Seeing his face, the evidence of his hard work, your pleasure dripping down his face. It's so embarrassing.

He needs to hear it again, that desperate voice of yours crying his name. He can use his fingers on you, see your desperate face while you cry out his name. But no luck, you felt him everywhere, the fingers deep in you, the hand holding your shoulder down, lips on your neck. What a heavy burden this man is. You're nothing but a crying mess under him

He's right it did clear your head. you feel a lot better now

♡

He let's you catch you breath. Pulling you up to lie on his chest. Your brain feels fuzzy, mouth heavy and dry.

That feeling between your legs won't go away. The ache is still there. You can't look him in the eye it's too embarrassing can't voice what you want, just want him again. Tugging his arm to your legs

He hums and happily to oblige

[ könig in his diary tonight. I think she's warming up to me! :)]

#könig x black reader #cod x black reader #könig x reader #könig smut #black reader insert #cookie writes #call of duty x black reader #cod smut #cod x reader

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justagalwhowrites · 11 months ago

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Yearling - Ch. 25: Balance

You and Joel prepare to leave Jackson. A continuation of Yearling ch. 1-24 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Just angst because... it's me. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ Only

Length: 4.9k

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Joel was true to his word. It was two weeks before you saw him again.

Of course, you helped out a bit. You barely left the house, going to the stables and back and to grab food for the day from the mess hall when you knew it would be dead. Otherwise, you stayed home, usually drinking until you passed out and sobering up just enough to do your job effectively the next day.

But none of that stopped you from seeing Joel in everything.

The guitar glared at you from its spot in the corner of the living room. You wished Joel had kept it so it wasn’t haunting you. It was hard not playing it. Everything in your life that had ever hurt you or frustrated you or made you feel passionately in any way, you’d always worked out through music. But when you’d picked up the instrument for the first time since you’d left, holding it delicately and cautiously in your hands, all you felt was Joel. Sitting against him while playing or singing, writing music for him so the love you had for him was going somewhere instead of struggling to be contained within yourself, how it felt when it was him in your arms and not the guitar. You managed to play two chords before it felt like you were choking and you put it down again.

You weren’t sure what to do with any of what you were feeling, of the fear twisted up with longing and love that tangled with loathing.

It would have been easier if you’d never known. You wished you didn’t know. You’d never truly understood the term “ignorance is bliss” until now, you’d always preferred knowing things. Knowing had certainty to it, you liked to understand. Now, you longed for the time before, when Joel was so far from the worst things that had happened to you that you’d never link him to it at all.

It would be easier, too, if Joel had done something to you. You were mad and afraid and felt like you were about to fall apart and burst into tears at every second of every day and, in so many ways, you couldn’t put your finger on why. Because, really, nothing had changed. He’d always been that person, always been someone who, once upon a time, had been a raider. You’d loved that person. Still loved that person. He hadn’t done anything to you to make you afraid, hadn’t forced himself on you, hadn’t raised a hand or even his voice to you. Joel had been nothing but caring and loving. But you couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d done. How he’d have done it to you, too, back then.

You weren’t sure if the distance was helping or hurting. It hadn’t made you stop thinking about it. You knew what you were doing wasn’t healthy. You’d cut yourself off from not just Joel but the whole of the town. You’d come to implicitly trust the people here because you’d come to trust Joel. But if you couldn’t trust him to be what you thought, how could you trust anyone else here? Any of them could be someone who would hurt you and it was best to stay away from all of them.

Even Ellie had stayed away after your confrontation in Joel’s yard. You’d tried to talk to her once but she just glared at you before stalking off. It was two weeks before she spoke to you again, coming by the stables dressed to leave Jackson. You frowned, looking her up and down.

“Where are you running off to, kid?”

“What, stopped checking the patrol schedule, too?” She snapped. “I’m starting to go out in a few weeks, so I’m training today. With Joel. He asked me to get his horse, too.”

You just nodded and got Joel’s horse saddled up while Ellie worked on Shimmer, her shooting you glares every few minutes.

“You done the shooting test?” You asked, looking at her over the back of Sergeant. “Feeling good about it?”

“What, going to act like you care?” She muttered, strapping her bag to Shimmer.

“Of course I care,” you frowned. “Ellie…”

“Whatever, Bambi.”

She grabbed Sergeant’s reins from you and stalked off. You stayed late at the stable that night instead of handing the returns off to Olivia, hoping you’d get a chance to talk to her again when she got back to town.

You hadn’t expected Joel to also come into the stable.

He froze when he saw you there, your hands shoved into your pockets as you watched him carefully.

“Sorry,” he said after a moment. “Didn’t think… I figured it’d be Olivia… I can…”

“It’s fine,” you said quickly. He just nodded and started unsaddling his horse. You approached cautiously from the other side and started taking Sergeant’s bridle off. “How’d it go with Ellie?”

“Good,” he smiled a little. It looked like he hadn’t done that in a while. “She’s always been smart and capable, she’ll do a damn good job on patrol.”

“Infected better watch out for her,” you smiled a bit back.

Joel was quiet for a moment, focused on the horse, but you felt his eyes on you every few seconds.

“You doin’ OK?” He asked eventually. “Getting enough to eat, all that?”

“Sure,” you shrugged, glancing up at him. “You?”

“Fine,” he said quickly.

You nodded.

“That’s good.”

“Yeah.”

The tack off, you started guiding Sergeant back to his stall, giving Joel a tight smile. He turned to leave but stopped near the door, looking back at you.

“Ellie keeps askin’…” he trailed off. “Think she wants someone to blame and I’ve tried telling her it’s my fault but she wants more of an explanation than that and…”

He sighed.

“I’m not trying to tell you what to do,” you said after a moment. “But… stop blaming yourself for this, please. And please don’t try to make yourself the bad guy, it won’t help anything. You didn’t… neither of you did well when you were apart. Don’t try to give her a reason to be mad at you again.”

He nodded slowly.

“Don’t know what it’s OK to tell her,” he said, barely looking at you. “A lot of this ain’t my shit to tell, Sweetheart. I don’t want to hurt you, I really don’t, and…”

“I’ll leave it up to you,” you cut him off. “Tell her whatever you think needs to be told, it’s OK. I think we owe her some kind of explanation but please, don’t ask me to give it to her. If it hurts things between you two… I don’t think I could handle that right now. She’s your daughter, you know what she needs better than I do. I’ll be OK with it.”

He nodded slowly, looking you up and down, his eyes deep and gentle and in pain. You hated seeing him in pain.

“It’s good to see you,” he said. “Always good to see you.”

You weren’t sure what to say back. But he didn’t make you come up with anything, just giving you a small nod and heading out on his way.

Ellie came in not long after, steadfastly ignoring you as she got Shimmer out of her tack. You helped, staying on the other side of the horse from her as the two of you worked wordlessly in tandem.

“Joel said you did good,” you said eventually.

“Oh, so the two of you are talking now?” She snapped. “News to me.”

“I’m not surprised that you did good,” you said, ignoring her tone. “Something tells me you know your way around a rifle just fine and I know you’re good on a horse…”

“Are you ever going to tell me what the fuck happened?” She demanded, the blanket from Shimmer’s back draped over her arms. “Because I thought we were a family and…”

“We are family, Ellie.”

“Are we?” She asked. “Because I thought family told each other shit and you and Joel haven’t told me a fucking thing!”

“Ask Joel…”

“You think I haven’t?” She got in your face. “Because…”

“Ask him again,” you said gently. She opened her mouth to argue but you gave her a look and she was quiet. “We talked. Ask him again, he’ll tell you. Maybe give him a day but…”

“And, what, you can’t tell me?” She asked brows raised.

“He’s your dad, Kid,” you said. “Should hear it from him, not me.”

She looked at you, her jaw tense, and then stalked off. You signed, pressing your forehead to Shimmer’s neck.

“What am I going to do?” You asked her quietly. She huffed and you gave her a scratch before sighing again. “Yeah, I don’t know either.”

You got the horses settled before walking the long way back to your house. You passed Joel’s for the first time in weeks, the lights on in his front windows. Part of you wanted to go on his porch, knock on his door, and bask in the glow of it. You wanted to feel warm and safe and you remembered feeling that way in that space before. You just weren’t sure that you could now.

You went home and poured yourself a glass of whiskey instead.

You were starting to feel the liquor and had moved to the closet, tucking your legs under the blanket and leaning back against the wall, when there was a knock at your door. You frowned and set the whiskey down before going to find Ellie standing at your front door, her hands shoved tightly into the pockets of her jacket. You frowned and opened the door.

“Hey kiddo, what…”

She looked at you for a moment, eyes misty, before she threw her arms around your neck and more slammed into you than really hugged you. You caught her, anyway, holding on to her, loosely at first before holding her close.

“You OK?” You asked, running a hand up and down her back.

“Talked to Joel,” her voice was muffled by your shirt before she gave you a squeeze and pulled away from you. “He told me what happened…”

You froze for a moment and she squeezed you tighter.

“Want to come in?” You asked. She nodded and you stepped aside, letting her in.

You locked the door behind her and found her pacing your living room, her hands in the back pockets of her jeans this time. You watched her for a moment before she came to a stop, her avoiding looking directly at you for a moment.

“Want to talk about it?” You asked eventually.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She looked hurt. “I didn’t know about any of that, you never told me…”

“What did Joel say?” You asked gently.

Ellie looked away from you, tightening her jaw and you crossed your arms protectively over yourself.

“That you were held by raiders for years,” she said. You nodded slowly and she looked back at you. “He didn’t tell me details or shit but… I’m not an idiot, I can guess. But you didn’t tell me.”

You shrugged.

“Not exactly what I like talking about,” you said. “And you’re a kid.”

“I’m 18.”

“Yeah, a kid,” you repeated. “It’s not your job to look out for me, it’s my job to look out for you.”

“Joel said you found out about what he did before,” she said. You tightened your jaw but nodded. “It probably doesn’t help but he’s not a bad person, Bambi, he thinks he is but he’s not and…”

“I know he’s not,” you cut her off, even though there was a tightness in your chest at that. “I just… there are things I can’t handle right now and I can’t handle him. I wish I could, I really do but I can’t and…”

The pinch of tears threatened to spill over and you closed your eyes for a second.

“Hey.”

You opened your eyes again and looked at Ellie, a few tears falling anyway.

“I’m really sorry,” she said quietly. “For what they did to you. And that I… I was a dick and…”

You laughed a little.

“You weren’t a dick,” you said. “You were hurt, it’s OK.”

She just looked at you for a moment.

“Can I help?” She asked eventually.

“You can keep an eye on Joel,” you said quietly. “Make sure he’s taking care of himself…”

“I can do that,” she said. “But… can I stay here tonight?”

You frowned but she didn’t give you a chance to speak.

“I’m not like… picking sides or whatever…”

“I wouldn’t ask you to,” you said. “And even if you did, you should pick Joel.”

“I just would feel better sleeping over here,” she ignored you. “If that’s OK.”

You tried to keep from fully crying.

“Yeah,” you said, voice thick anyway. “Yeah, that’s OK.”

She curled up next to you and it reminded you so much of Savvy it made your heart ache. How, even as she got older, if she’d had a bad dream or just a bad day, she’d tuck herself against your body and you’d hold her close, a living, breathing reminder of why you fought so hard to live in the first place. Why all of this was worth it.

Things were easier once Ellie understood. You hadn’t fully realized how alone you’d felt without her. You’d told yourself that you were fine being by yourself - it had been just you and your daughter for so long, being without people seemed like it should be OK. But you’d been so alone that it had started to rot you from the inside out.

Losing Joel and Ellie the way you did had knocked you back almost to where you started in Jackson. You were jumpier than you’d been in months, body perpetually tense to the point of exhaustion. You’d steadily lost interest in doing much of anything, only going to the stables because your sense of obligation to the animals. The pull of the guitar and violin faded once it was clear that playing was more painful than not, to the point that you barely glanced at them anymore. The stereo was quiet. The books gathered dust and so did you.

It was Ellie that started tugging you back to life again.

You saw her briefly at the stable the next day and you were trying to figure out a way to spend more time with her when, the day after, she showed up at your door, her small fist pounding on the glass in her distinctly Ellie way.

“So I have a question,” she said, not bothering with any formalities as she pushed past you into your house. You laughed a little, feeling lighter with it. Ellie was still Ellie.

“About?” You asked, following her to your living room. She plunked her backpack down on the couch and started rifling through it until she found a CD case and held it out to you.

“Joel really likes that CD,” she said as you took it, ignoring the tightness in your stomach at the sound of his name.

“He does,” you said, looking at it. “Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. Classic album, American Girl is one of those all time greats…”

“Right,” she said. “I want to learn how to play it.”

You looked up from the CD and raised your eyebrows at her.

“You want to learn a Mike Campbell guitar part.”

Ellie shrugged.

“I don’t know who the fuck that is but yes. I do. Can you teach me?”

You sighed a little.

“I’m not exactly a music teacher, kid,” you looked at the CD. “And I don’t think we’ve got the sheet music just lyin’ around…”

“Nope,” she said. “But can you do it?

“I mean….” You sighed again, thumb tracing the edge of the plastic case. “Yeah, I can figure out the chords from what I hear and then write that down but…”

“I think it’ll help,” she said.

“With?” You raised your brows at her.

“Joel.”

You nodded slowly, looking off in the direction of his house, a hollow ache in your chest alongside the thrum of fear up your spine.

“He’s not playing anymore,” Ellie said. “He’s not doing much of anything anymore. He’s doing his job and shit and he’s checking in on me and Tommy but that’s it. He’s not even giving me shit about the puns anymore and believe me, I’ve tried. But, I bet if I could play that? He’d play with me.”

You kept looking toward his house, even though you couldn’t see it. You didn’t want him to be hurting, didn’t want him to be alone. You might not be in a place to spend time with him but this you could do.

“OK,” you said, going to the stereo and putting the CD in before grabbing a notebook and a pencil. “Hope you like this song, kid, you’re going to be hearing it a lot.”

You sat on the couch, pressed play on the remote, and tried not to think about Joel.

***

“The best window is that soon?” Joel frowned down at his plate, more pushing the food around than really eating it.

“Think so,” Tommy said. “In two days, we’ll have all the patrols back, we’ll have a big enough window that we can afford to be down some horses, we’ve stayed above freezing long enough. This is the best shot you’re gonna get for the next month.”

Joel nodded and sighed. He hadn’t talked to you about this in a few weeks, going this soon felt like springing it on you. Not that he thought you wouldn’t want to go searching for your daughter the second you were able. You just wouldn’t want to do it with him.

“We’ll be ready,” Joel said.

“You ever gonna tell me what any of this shit has been about?” Tommy asked, brows raised. “You two are practically married one minute, not speaking the next, then lookin’ to leave town for weeks on end?”

Joel just shrugged. He didn’t feel like telling Tommy about it. He didn’t feel like telling anyone about it.

He’d explained it to Ellie and that had been hard enough, his stomach nauseatingly tight as he spoke to her. The whole time it felt like he was on the verge of losing his daughter again, the look of horror on her face speaking for itself. It shocked Joel when she hugged him and cried on his shirt, like she pitied him, too. He was half afraid that he wouldn’t see her anymore, that it would go back to how it was before you came to Jackson, when she left to find you. But she came back. She kept coming back, finding some excuse to see him every day. He wasn’t about to argue, even though he didn’t want her feeling responsible for his wellbeing. It meant he got to see her and she was always happy to supply news of how you were doing. It would be all but impossible for him to tell her that it was OK, she didn’t need to keep checking up on him, she could just live her life. He just added the guilt of that to everything else.

“Well, I hope you figure it out,” Tommy said when it was obvious Joel wasn’t going to add to the conversation. “And I hope she’s doing OK. One of you should be.”

Joel went by the stables on the way home, both hoping you were there but dreading the look on your face when you saw him. But the moment he saw you was a relief. Your back was to him but he was pretty sure he’d recognize just the top of your head if he saw you in a crowd you were so ingrained in him. You were brushing down a horse, speaking in your soft and gentle way to it. He closed his eyes for a moment, absorbing the sounds of you, before he awkwardly cleared his throat. You jumped and spun, brush clutched tight in your hand, eyes all wide and doe-like. You relaxed ever so slightly when you realized it was Joel.

“Sorry,” he said, lifting his hands to prove that he wasn’t a threat. God, he hoped you knew he was never a threat, not to you. “Wasn’t tryin’ to scare you…”

“It’s OK,” you said. “What… what do you need?”

You.

He didn’t say that.

“Talked to Tommy tonight,” he said. “Know it’s short notice but… sounds like us leavin’ in two days is going to be the best window. It’s been warm enough for the past two weeks they think it’s safe for us to go this month and that’s the best time with how patrols are set…”

You nodded slowly, not looking at him. He pressed on.

“We can wait…”

“No,” you said quickly. “No, I want to go as soon as we can, I can be ready, I can, I want…”

“OK,” he said gently, before you got too worked up. “OK, two days. We’ll go.”

You nodded again, quicker this time.

“I’ll meet you here that morning,” he said. Your eyes met his for the first time in what felt like an eternity. They were deep and soft and he wanted to drown in you so badly. “We’re going to find her, Bambi. You’re not on your own in this. We’ll bring her home.”

Your eyes got teary and you took a shaky breath.

“Thank you, Joel,” you said softly. He loved the sound of his name on your voice, even if it was thick and sad.

He went home, trying to figure out ways to make the next few weeks as easy on you as possible. Ellie came by and he told her that the two of you were going to be leaving Jackson, but only for a few weeks. He hadn’t told her about your daughter. He was able to explain what had happened between the two of you without that part of it and, if you’d wanted to keep her to yourself until now, he didn’t feel right telling Ellie about her. She seemed confused but took it better than he’d expected. He almost smiled at it. She really was different from the girl he’d brought here years ago, a girl who would have railed against being left out of anything at all. She’d grown into herself, grown more secure and confident. And into more of a smartass but that, given that it was Ellie, was to be expected.

When she left for the night, he did what he always did. He watched Ellie retreat to the little outbuilding in his yard - she’d slept at his house for a week after he’d brought you back, like she didn’t trust him to be on his own - and made himself a cup of tea. He never bothered to sit down to drink it, instead leaning against the kitchen counter and staring into space. He tried not to think about standing between your legs as you perched next to the stove, kissing you as your arms were around his neck and you smiled against his lips.

He went upstairs and got changed, brushed his teeth, stared at his bed for a moment. He wasn’t sure why he bothered, he couldn’t bring himself to even sit on it now, he knew better than to think he could rest there. He’d last been in that bed with you. He didn’t think he could handle being in it alone.

Instead, he went back downstairs and turned on the stereo, turning the lights out and making sure the volume was still down low. He made sure the tape was rewound before going to the couch and settling in, pressing play on the remote.

“Hey Joel.” He closed his eyes and tried to tune out the crackle of the tape so he could pretend you were there, close enough to touch. “I’ve kind of been wishing I was better with words since I’ve known you…”

He clung to the end of the tape, the soft comfort of your voice.

“Hope you know how much I love you. Because I do. Always will.”

He had no idea how he was going to survive traveling with you. But he would figure it out. He owed you that much, at least. He rewound the tape and started it over, doing it again and again until he drifted off to the sound of your voice.

You beat him to the stables the morning you were set to leave Jackson. You were wearing the shirt you’d been in when he first found you in the forest, your hair tightly braided to your head and your cowboy hat dangling down your back from the string at your neck. He was going to announce himself but you must have sensed him come in, looking over your shoulder at him. It didn’t look like you’d been sleeping much, dark circles heavy below your eyes, and he still wasn’t sure if you were actually eating. You seemed smaller and more fragile now. But it wasn’t his business to ask. You weren’t his business now. He wasn’t sure he’d ever abide by that.

“Morning,” he said, throat tight.

“Morning,” you gave him a nod. “I wasn’t sure who you’d want to take out so I haven’t started getting yours set up… I figured Sergeant or Ares but…”

“Ares, I think,” he said. He wanted to be on a horse you’d trained. It seemed right. “But I got it.”

You gave him a nod and focused on your horse again, looking his way every minute or so before your eyes darted away again.

“Ready?” He asked eventually.

“Yeah,” you replied, mounting up and squaring your jaw. “Let’s go.”

Joel let you set the pace, both to get out of town and once you were through the gates, riding into the rising sun.

It was different, being out of town with you like this. He’d become so accustomed to the easy cadence of patrolling with you that this was like a foreign land. You were tense, eyes darting, everything about you on high alert. He wasn’t sure if it was because you were looking for something - anything - that would you point you in the right direction or if it was because of him. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

“Bambi,” he said gently as the sun got high. It was the first word that either of you had spoken in hours. “Should think about taking a break for a bit, give the horses a rest, figure out where we want to get to tonight.”

“But…” you looked over at him, eyes wide and desperate for a moment before you sighed. “No, you’re right.”

“There’s a stream not far,” he nodded in the direction. “Stop there, give the horses a chance to get some water.”

You nodded and gave Joel room to take the lead.

He found a good place to rest by the water, both Renaissance and Ares bending to drink while you opened your pack. You found jerky and offered it to him, arm held far away from your body as you did. He took it, the tips of his fingers brushing against yours, making you flinch for a moment but you didn’t take your hand back.

“So,” Joel said after he couldn’t take the quiet anymore. “What… what have you been up to?”

You shrugged.

“Working with the fillies and the colt,” you said. “Hoping I can get them well broke pretty quick, just so we don’t end up in the same situation we were in last year before we can foal some more.”

Joel nodded.

“Anything outside of that?” He asked. “Playin’ anything good or…”

“Haven’t been playing,” you cut him off, staring straight at the water.

He frowned.

“Bambi…”

“Haven’t felt like it.”

He watched you for a moment, the tension in your neck and jaw, your fingers clenching and unclenching.

“You should play,” he said. You glared at him but he kept going. “You’re a musician, that’s part of who you are. You should… should try, at least.”

You looked at him for a moment.

“Yeah,” you said. “Maybe… Maybe I will.”

You picked the route to pursue after lunch and Joel had you take the lead again, happy to follow you wherever you wanted to go. The sky was starting to turn pink and orange when you stopped for the day, cutting into the trees off the closest thing there was to a beaten path. Not that they’d seen any signs of people or infected. If it were a patrol, he’d think it was lucky. But since they were looking for someone, not so much.

You rolled out your sleeping bag far from him, something that made his heart ache. He thought, for a moment, about inviting you closer, but decided against it.

“Goodnight, Joel,” you said.

He paused, surprised you’d said anything at all.

“Goodnight, Bambi.”

He watched you in the dim light of the moon filtering down through the leaves, knowing this was the closest he’d been to you in weeks but, somehow, never feeling further away.

Next Chapter

A/N: I am SO SO SORRY for the absolutely bonkers long wait between chapters on this, Besties. Between the time away for my trip back to my hometown for the first time in five years and playing hold catchup this week, I've just been underwater.

ANYWHO I don't know that this chapter was worth the wait? But It is setting up for some really big stuff happening the next few chapters.

Thank you thank you thank you for your patience and for reading and spending your time with me. I appreciate it more than you know!

Love you!

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ooouuunahnah · 24 days ago

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We all have our vices; for Izuku Midoriya it’s you.

Enjoy this Izuku x Str!pper reader one shot

Plz excuse grammar and spelling errors I did not spell check

Minors DNI

“I need new friends.” Is all Izuku can think about when the smell of sweat and ass is clouding his senses. His so called ‘friends’ have kidnapped him from his comfortable solitude of self pity and have dragged him to see an ‘exotic’ dancer show. Yea, they brought him to a strip club; to somehow distract him from the fact that the love of his life has dumped him and is probably screwing his junior.

He doesnt blame Ochako, they were both too busy loving their careers more than each other; it couldn’t be helped.

“PLEASE JUST ONE CHEEK!?” A few feet away from him Mineta is practically harassing a dancer whose resemblance to Jessica rabbit is uncanny.

His perverted friend is on his knees, shaky hands clamped in front of him and elephant tears streaming from his face. “I’LL GIVE YOU ALL OF MY MONEY IF YOU JUST SIT ON MY FACEEE.”

Izuku frowns his face up. “What’s that look for?” He turns his attention to the beautiful headache who helped drag him here, Mina.

“I wanna go home.” She rolls her eyes, “You’re a grown man Deku you’re free to come and go wherever you please.” He starts to stand up when Mina practically body slams him back into his seat and crash landing onto his lap.

Izuku exhales but it comes out strained, “Don’t you think Ejirou would be a tad bit upset if he sees his girl sitting on his friends lap?”

She takes a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, “We’re on the outs.” Izuku adjusts himself and leans back (might as well get comfortable since he’s stuck here).

“Ooh I can tell, you tend to do disrespectful shit whenever he pisses you off.” Which is quite often I might add.

She leans into me, swirling her glass of champagne. *sigh* “I went to through his phone.” She says putting the glass to her lips and gulping down half of its contents.

I lean further into my seat, it’s gonna be a long night. “And?” I take the champagne from her and buck the rest and she puts her chin in the hand that was just holding her glass.

“There are girls literally flooding his DM’s and I don’t even wanna talk about his snap chat.” I wince knowing that she’d find a pretty similar situation in my phone.

But in both of our defense, “They’re probably just a bunch of thirsty fans. What makes you think he’s replied to any of them.”

Her glare is deadly, “You both are disgusti- you know what tonight isn’t about me it’s about how my best friend dumped you on your ass and you’re being a whiny baby about it.”

I return her glare, “Oh I’m the whiny one but you’re sitting on my lap bitching about a few thirst traps sent to, and I quote,” (throwing up air quotes to emphasize my point) “your man that’s not your man.”

“You know what you’re hurt so I’m going to let that one slide.” I roll my eyes as she continues. “As I was saying tonight is about you getting laid by a hot stripper and possibly forgetting about your failed attempt at love.”

A mix of pain and annoyance flutters through my chest at the mention of my failure as a boyfriend ..and a man. A solemn expression takes over my face much to Mina’s disdain.

“Stop that.” “Stop what ?” “That face, stop feeling sorry for yourself. I love Ochako to death but she’s not worth loosing yourself over.” I let out a breath, “Well it feels like I’ve already lost myself.” “Well then,” she smiles sinisterly. “Let’s get you a stripper who can help you find it. ”

She jumps up with newfound enthusiasm. “I’m gonna find you the BADDEST bitch of the bunch. And she’s going to be all yours for the night.” She promises, I offer her a small smile then she turns and leaves eager to complete her mission.

She’s gone all but five minutes before she returns jumping up and down with the excitement of a kid in a candy store. “Izuku get up get up I found her.” She pulls on my arms urging me up, I eye her suspiciously

unconvinced, “You found her that quick ?” “YES. She’s so fine if you don’t hit I will.” I laugh at her genuinely amused, “Their job is to dance not fuck.” She waves me off and continues to lead me to the mystery girl, “Yea yea I heard that in a Cardi B song but trust me you’ll want to.

Before I know it I’m sitting down in a led lit room with a pole and stage, soft music playing in the background. “Hi.” She smiles at me, “H-hi.” I clear my throat, she’s beautiful, like drop dead gorgeous. I’m thinking 5’7-8, brown eyes, black volumous coils just above her shoulders, lips full and two toned no less. Fuck, her lips.

And a body that could definitely take away my worries for the night. She tilts her head noticing my staring, I meet her eyes again. “Um what’s your name ?” “S/N” (stage/name) “I mean your real name”, amusement lacing my voice. She leans into me ,“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“I would yes” my voice dropping to a whisper as she closes in, we lock eyes and just when I think she might come in for a kiss she pulls away and to my surprise straddles me. “None of my clients know my real name” I tense as she moves her hips against me. “Maybe I’m special” my hands land on her hips,

“Not that special”. I’m growing hard, in the span of 15 minutes she had grind on me in ways I didn’t even know someone could. She’s about to sit back down on me when I grab her hips trying to catch a breath. Stopstopstopstopstop, I let out a huff trying to contain myself and she looks at me in confusion.

“What’s wrong?” she asks and I word vomit, “Nothing nothing you’re amazing really but this is really REALLY turning me on and I know you’re just doing your job so I don’t want to make it weird and you feel how you’re affecting me and it creeps you out and makes you uncomfortable and-“ , her beautiful laughter interrupts my rant.

She makes her way to me and straddles my lap, it’s not weird it’s normal happens all the time”, she proceeds to move her hips directly over my erect dick. My voice is strained, “Does it not make you uncomfortable?” “ Sometimes but it’s part of the job.”

In this case tho you were very respectful and honest on your part, I’m not used to that”, she leans in wrapping her arms around my neck voice dropping to a whisper, “kinda turns me on.” My dick jumps at the praise and she must feels it because she picks up her pace quicker than the music.

My hips unconsciously meets hers and she moans softly at the feeling. My hands tighten on her waist, “Sweetheart.. I’m going to cum in my pants if you keep this up.” This time she lifts her hips up a bit to drag herself down harder on me and I shudder at the friction created, she leaning and whispers aginst my lips, “As long as I get off too.”

A smirk spreads across my face, “That can be arranged.” Before I can think to stop myself I press my lips to hers fully swallowing her moans and tasting her on my tounge as she slides hers in my mouth. Then I’m on her neck kissing licking and sucking anywhere I can, anywhere she’ll allow me to all while drinking in her delicious Moans.

She taste so good, how can anyone’s skin taste this good??? “ I just wanna eat you up.” I whisper aginst her skin, she laughs in response but it’s cut off by a moan when hold her tighter and ground her against me.

I can help but feel everything I can, I’m touching her waist her breast her ass, my hands would be in her beautiful hair if they weren’t already occupied. I can practically feel her through my pants with the growing wet spot I already know is there.

Her Rythum is slowing and she’s tugging on my hair and I’m cuming. I’m coming in my fucking pants in a strip club hunching one of the dancers of all things. The music has stopped and the sound of our heavy breathing fills the room, I’m still squeezing her ass cuz it’s a really nice ass and my hands have become content being there. “Fuck.”

I whisper against her skin “Fuck.” She repeats, I have a feeling she’s never done this with one of her clients before but I think we can both agree that it was one of the most intense orgasms we’ve ever had…with our clothes still on at that. She pulls back first and I lift my head to look at her.

She’s so pretty with her hair ruffled, lips swollen, and her breath uneven.” “That was..” “Amazing” ,I finish for her, she bites her lip at that. I place a kiss against her neck, “Let’s do it again..” She laughs softly, “We’ll see about that, maybe at your next visit?”

I’m getting hard again at the thought of coming back and sharing another mind blowing orgasm. I whisper aginst her lips, “It’s a date.” “Y/N,” “What?” “My name, it’s Y/N.” My chest warms at the confession, “You can call me Deku.” “That’s not your name.” I lean in and tuck a loose curl behind her ear, “I’ll tell you next time.” She rolls her eyes playfully, “It’s a date.”

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yeliuxi · 2 months ago

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A silly little stylized mastermind rogue Jing Beiyuan sketch for @mscutellatus! Thanks for your prompt for @danmei-action <3 (Whoops there is a typo but I am ignoring it)

Full text transcription below the cut

Jing Qi. Given a second chance at his first lifetime of fated love, Jing Qi possesses invaluable foreknowledge and insight. He's clever and scheming, but can't afford to let anyone know this secret. Instead, the Prince Nanning is content to laze about when he can, and has earned an indulgent and carefree reputation.

With the obsessions of his previous six lives put behind him, Jing Qi is eager to secure the throne for the Crown Prince. The imperial court of Great Qing is dangerous, but Jing Qi works diligently behind the scenes (when he's not napping), and is determined to succeed.

Stat block.

Armor class: 13 (leather armor) / Hit points: 53 (10d8+10) / Speed: 30 ft.

STR 8 (-1). DEX 14 (-2). CON 10 (+0). INT 17 (+3). WIS 14 (+2). CHA 18 (+4).

Evasion. Oh, you want Jing Qi to make a DEX saving throw for half damage? He'll pass. If he succeeds he takes 0 damage, and half if he fails. Yeah. Serves you right for trying.

Insightful Manipulator. Interact with Jing Qi for 1 minute outside of combat at your own risk. He can learn whether you're his equal, superior, or inferior in any two of your INT, WIS, CHA scores, or class levels (if any).

Sneak Attack. When Jing Qi has advantage, or when Wuxi is within 5 feet of his target, he deals an extra 17 (5d6) damage. How battle couple of them.

Actions. Crossbow. Ranged Weapon Attack: +6 to hit, 80/320 range, one target. Hit: 7 (1d6+2) piercing damage. (Sorry, he meant to hit you, not the other guy…)

Bonus Actions. Cunning Action. On each turn, Jing Qi can take the Dash, Disengage, or Hide action as a bonus action. Hey, he can be efficient when he wants to be…

Master of Tactics. Jing Qi can use the Help action as a bonus action. When using the Help action to aid Wuxi in an attack, the target of the attack can be within 30 feet, instead of 5.

Reactions. Uncanny Dodge. When an attacker Jing Qi can see hits him with an attack, Jing Qi can use his reaction to halve the attack's damage. Don't get the jump on him easily. Once/rest.

#qi ye #lord seventh #jing beiyuan #cnovelartreblogs #danny💫

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pedge-stuff · 1 year ago

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Hey... can I request a pedro × reader please?

They making dinner together and things get hot and heavy in the between

normal night (pedro pascal x gn/m!reader)

a/n: same vague universe as “marked,“ per usual.

thanks, as always, for everything.

obligatory warning: light smut, allusions to romance

summary: no such thing as a "normal night," apparently.

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Normalcy is such a fucking privilege.

It's all you can think about, salting thin strips of eggplant over a colander in the sink. Something about bitterness, or moisture. There'd been a whole article about it in the Sunday Times a while back, and Pedro had sworn its effectiveness since.

Your excitement was almost comical. Here you were, practically vibrating in anticipation of something that most people experience nightly: a home cooked meal with your partner. Eggplant parm, a side salad, and a bottle of red wine. That's all.

It's a rarity, though. Pedro in New York while you're off work and neither of you have any meetings or appointments past 5pm. He'd had a late-afternoon coffee with an old NYU classmate, but based on FindMyFriends, he was already headed back. You'd been looking forward to it all day— the kind of normal evening that most people take for granted.

You've got the radio on, albeit playing from the speakers of your laptop. Email up, but minimized— 5pm was a strict deadline tonight. No work. Just salting eggplant and stirring the simmering pot of tomato sauce on the burner.

The jangle of keys in the lock has you grinning.

"Hey!" Pedro calls. It's a little silly, how your heart still flutters, all this time later.

Arms wrap around your middle from behind. Squeeze tight for a moment, just the way you like, ribs compressed by the strong swell of his biceps. A scruffy cheek tickles the base of your neck as he hooks his chin over your shoulder, placing a kiss over the fabric of your sweater.

"Hi baby," you hum, leaning back into the embrace. There is coffee on his breath, and traces of citrusy cologne on his collar. "Have a good afternoon?"

"Mhmm." The affirmative rumbles from his chest, against your back. "Smells good in here," he offers, kissing your cheek before pulling away. "What can I do?"

There is a light blush to his cheeks; a tad too much sun today. He refuses to wear sunscreen, claims Chilean blood and four decades in tropical climates, and often pays the price for his confidence.

"Open the wine," you instruct, replacing the lid on the sauce pot. Turning the tap on, over the colander, you make quick work of rinsing the eggplant.

You don't dance, but the way that you navigate the kitchen around each other feels choreographed. He hands you a bowl without looking, for the breadcrumbs, as you pass the bottle of wine. The music has him swinging his hips, just a little.

It didn't use to feel this comfortable. In the early weeks of your mark-match, Pedro's house felt more like a museum; you sat stiffly on the couch, afraid to so much as muss the pillows, or use the wrong water glass. Afraid any little thing would break the illusion of bliss that had enveloped you both. It is easy now, to look back and laugh.

Pedro winks at you, pulling the last of the cork from the bottle with his teeth. A new little trick. You can't help the rush of warmth that spreads through you.

"What next?" He passes you a glass, which you tap lightly against his.

A glance at the timer on the oven. At the stairs, through the back doorway to the kitchen. At the hollow of his throat, flushed with the warmth of the kitchen, unblemished. His two sweatshirts are two too many.

"I think everything's good in here," you manage, closing the distance between you. Worm a hand beneath the layers to splay across the hot skin of his stomach. "We've got some time."

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Dinner does not burn, thank god, though the side salad had to be abandoned for time. The sleeves of Pedro's pajama shirt are soaked with pasta water, and your flannel bottoms have somehow caught a streak of tomato sauce, but the choice to change into comfy clothes was ultimately a win.

You settle at the table, pleasantly warm from the wine. If your jaw is a little sore from the pre-dinner palate cleanser, well, the eggplant won't be tough to chew.

Though the evening has been nothing but relaxing, something has Pedro agitated. He'd been fine, earlier, but now he can hardly sit still. There's a nervous downturn to the corner of his mouth; mustache twitching slightly while he fiddles with the silverware.

"You can say no," he starts, which is never a good sign. You can say no typically precludes +1 invitations to stuffy industry events, or equally unpleasant obligations at which he wants company. (Of course, you don't usually say no. But, still...)

The distinct lack of eye contact is making you sweat. He's staring at his plate like the eggplant owes him a grave debt.

"Pedge." You reach to still his hand, gently squeezing until he looks up. "Whatever it is, you know I'll say yes."

"I want you to mean it, though." A pause, as Pedro pulls your hand to his lips, placing a kiss to the center of your palm. "I don't want you to say yes for the sake of saying yes."

"I won't. You're scaring me a bit, though. Are we hiding a body? "

His laugh is strained. "No, no. Sorry. Sorry, this is— I didn't want it to— ugh," he shakes his head. "Can we start over?"

Before you can respond, he pushes back in his chair, rising from the table. Pats himself down, fumbles to find something in his back pocket. Takes a deep breath, and—

Oh.

Beside you, right at the kitchen table, between the dog bowls and the sink full of dirty pots and pans, Pedro drops to one knee.

"Pedro—"

"I said I was gonna prepare a whole thing," he mumbles, "but I don't think I can wait any longer. Also figured you'd kill me if it became a spectacle."

It is your turn to laugh, wetly, choked on the lump that has formed in the back of your throat.

"I know we're marked, and we live together, and have two dumb little dogs, and more or less already act like an old married couple. I just thought maybe filing joint taxes could be cool, too."

Pedro sniffs, swiping once at under his eye with the hand that also holds a small velvet pouch. "Waited a long, long time to meet you. Kinda gave up on the mark altogether. But it was worth it, all the waiting. I would very, very much like to spend the rest of my life with you. And then some."

You're on the floor before you feel yourself move, kneeling before him. Cup his face in your hands. Brush away another errant tear that's spilled from the corner of his eye. This sweet fucking man.

"I love you," Pedro says quietly. "More than I ever thought possible."

"I love you, too." His lips are dry and warm when you press a chaste kiss against them. "Thank you for waiting for me."

You move to stand up. "Come on, your knees must be killing you."

"I need to ask the question!" He pouts.

"Oops, sorry. Please continue, Mr. Pascal."

"Balmaceda Pascal, thank you."

"I don't think we can hyphenate, babe, it's gonna be too long. They'll run out of room on the certificate."

"We can't get the certificate if you don't let me ask you this damn question!"

Finally, carefully, a gold band is extracted from the velvet bag. Simple, but stunning. Two stones are pressed to the center, small, side-by-side. "They're, uh, our birthstones," he says quietly. "But we can change it if you don't like it, it's OK."

You shake your head, unable to form a coherent word around the swell of your heart, threatening to choke you.

"The parm's gonna get cold," Pedro exhales shakily, locking eyes. "So I was wondering if you would do me the honor of marrying me?"

It takes a moment for your brain to catch up with your stupid heart. But when it does, you're already moving from the kitchen, to the back doorway. Pedro, rising from the floor, looks fucking confused.

"One sec, one sec," you call, taking the stairs two at a time.

After a moment, you return, box in hand. "I've been carrying this around since May. Sit down."

Stunned, Pedro obliges.

"To answer your question," you start, lowering to replicate his kneeling position, "I have a proposition. I'll marry you if you marry me."

Inside the box, another gold ring. You remove it with a shockingly steady hand.

Pedro pauses, eyes catching on something: a familiar date, engraved on the inside of the ring. Without his cheaters, he is forced to hold the ring away from his face, squinting at the numbers.

"Is this..."

"The day I knocked."

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mythicalmyles · 1 year ago

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My bestie inspired this one yet again @jeffsfavoriteknife

(18+, teasing, rough, public)

You could feel the music vibrating through the bar, the laminated surface was smooth against your arms as they lay crossed against it. You exhaled through your nose as you picked your drink up, eagerly finishing it and slamming it against the bar.

The girl behind the bar gave you a sympathetic smile as she picked up another glass and refilled it, dropping it in front of you before wandering off to another customer. You grabbed up the glass and downed half of it, turning around to watch as everyone danced their hearts out. Envy filled you, your eyes sweeping through the crowd. You paused when you noticed another man down the bar, you felt heat creep onto your face as you gazed at him. Bright colourful lights bounced off his pale skin, his dark eyes has purple bags ringing them and he had this, frightening vibe to him. He almost looked as if he was hunting, his eyes searching through the crowd.

You couldn’t deny the fact it made you want to know more about the dark angry looking man. You almost stood to walk to him, a heavy pang slamming into your lungs. You quickly turned and finished your drink, mind ringing as negative thoughts began imbedding themselves into your mind. Biting your lip as your mind began to tear your apart, tears stung at your eyes as you quickly made your way out of the club.

The night air was cold, biting deep into your flesh. Your shoulders jumped up as your tried pulling your coat around yourself, cursing at your lack of foresight.

Pathetic. Worthless. Disgusting. Loser.

Your mind seemed to ring out with every slam of your feet, your hand wrapping around your own mouth trying to stifle the cries that desperately burned at your throat. You hazed out as you came to an alleyway, quickly turning into it and running as far down it as you could. You gasped as you suddenly slipped, falling flat onto your face. You couldn’t stop the sobs as you held onto your face, pain consuming your senses.

The sudden feeling of hands on your shoulders had you bolting away from the intruder, wide (e/c) eyes meeting dark brown. You swore time paused as you both stared at each other. “Hello cu-cutie.” His voice startled you, it was deep and rough. Almost as if he hadn’t spoken in a while.

He grabbed you up by the shirt, digits twisting the fabric as he slammed your lips together. He moved so quick you barley even had time to register until you were recovering from being shoved up against a wall.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands gripped your hips, sliding a leg in between your thighs and grinding you down. Your hands ended up twisted in his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. He growled into your kiss, tongue twisting around in your mouth as drool dripped down your chins.

The alcohol had your temperature riding quick, heat scorching through your bodies as you groped each other. His breath was hot and ragged against your face, he pushed you against the wall so hard you thought you might pass out. You could feel yourself getting dizzy, too caught up in kissing Toby to breathe. You couldn’t help but grind down onto his thigh, moaning low in the back of your throat. He pulled away to look at you, his tired brown eyes had a look that made you grind down faster. You gasped and moaned as Toby sucked at your neck, licking over the bruises he left in his wake.

He nibbled down to your collarbone, arms wrapping around your waist. You threw your head back against the concrete building, wondering if this was really happening or if you had passed out in the alleyway.

But he felt so real, his skin was cold and clammy against yours. His mouth tasted vaguely like cigarettes and cheap coffee, it pulled you in like a fish on a hook. He smelt like sweat, and a forest almost like he had been rolling around in dirt. It would explain the gritty feeling on your hands when you grasped his biceps. They flexed under your hands, he felt really strong. You couldn’t stop your hands running down his chest, feeling his defined chest under his jacket and shuddering,

You didn’t know his name, but you knew you never wanted this to end. His forearms where pretty strong too, you had never felt so secure in your life. Despite the cool air you could feel sweat begin to form on your skin, clothes beginning to stick to your bodies.

When you finally separated you were left huffing and panting, staring into each others eyes. Time paused for a moment, the way his hair was swept by the soft wind had your heart fluttering. Desperately you pulled him back into your lips, his hands sliding down the back of your trousers and grabbing your ass.

You whined as he ground against you, fingers pressing against your hole and tugging apart. His digits rubbed against you and you pulled away from him to bury your head in his neck. You took deep breaths into his neck, shuddering against you and whining when he pulled his hands out of your jeans. "Cal-calm it cutie." He smirked before pulling you back by the scruff of the neck, sliding three fingers inbetween your lips.

You wasted no time in sucking on his digits, tongue running over fingers as drool slipped down your chin. You looked up at him with wide eyes and he growled, taking his fingers from your mouth and sliding his hands back down into your pants. You shook in his arms as his wet finger prodded at your hole for a moment before sliding in, you parted your lips and sucked in a breath.

You tried your best to not tense at the intrusion, biting your lip and moaning when he began wiggling the digit inside of you. Ecstasy flooded your brain, it felt amazing having his hands on you. Every thought left your mind, eyes hazing out as Toby slid another finger into you, stretching you out.

Despite the burn you ground your hips back onto his digits, the feeling of his fingers scissoring you drove you nuts. He'd occasionally sliding against your prostate, grinning as you twisted and moaned in his arms. "Ple-please." You whined out, desperately fucking yourself against his fingers.

"Toby." He mumbled out as he nibbled along your jaw, occasionally sucking bruises into your flesh. You practically purred into his ear when he slid another into you, he continued to tease you. Your increasingly desperate plea's all went straight to his cock, which he ground against the top of your thigh.

"To-Toby plea-lease." You sobbed out, looking at him with a face full of desperation. You chanted his name between begging him, you choked his name out twice before he all but ripped his fingers from you, hands grabbing your hips and spinning you around. He pushed your jeans down and groped at your ass, hands squeezing and pulling the flesh.

Your nails dug into the wall, pushing your ass towards Toby. "Yo-you're practically cr-crying for my cock." Toby giggled to himself, filled with glee as he turned you into a moaning mess. It felt dirty, having a complete stranger turn you into a crying mess in an alleyway. "You loo-look so pre-tty with my cock buri-ed-ed in y-you (Name)." He babbled away to himself as he began fucking you at a break neck speed.

The fact you hadn't told him your name didn't even cross your mind and if it had it was quickly fucked right back out. The words he groaned into your ear could make a nun collapse, it was filthy. Your face burned with shame but you felt the band inside of you snap as you came over the alley's wall.

Toby's hand slammed over your mouth to stop you screaming as your orgasm smashed into you, body twitching against Toby's as your eyes rolled back and your body sank into his arms. You felt boneless against him, wrapped tight around his cock, you tightened around him and he choked behind you before painting your insides white with his cum.

He leaned against you, pressing you into the wall as he panted against the back of your neck. You both took a moment to catch your breaths and collect yourselves. You pulled up your jeans and did up your belt, basking in afterglow against the wall as you watched him tuck himself back in.

"Wanna come back to mine?" You felt embarrassed as soon as the words left your mouth, Toby chuckled. "Yeah, I'd like that." You didn't see the triumphant look painted across his face as he walked side by side with you, arm slung over your shoulders and keeping you tucked into his side.

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naesarangyunho · 2 years ago

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ATEEZ AS LOVE/RELATIONSHIP TROPES pt.2

Part 1

Mingi: Hurt/Comfort

SFW

Everyone one in the room was shocked at the way the dance instructor had spoken to Mingi. Yelling at him in front of all the students about how he wasn't good enough and that he'd never make it in the industry.

Not a single soul in that room would ever call Mingi anything even close to a failure. Not when it was clear to every single person in the room how hard he worked and how talented he was.

Mingi stayed behind after everyone had left and sat down in the corner of the room with his head between his knees. You could see his shoulders shaking and your heart ached to see someone you cared so deeply about hurting this way.

You approached him and took a seat next to him, carefully placing a hand on his shoulder, "Mingi, are you okay?"

He sniffed and looked up, "Go. I'm not worth your time."

You only rubbed his shoulder soothingly, "Of course you are."

Tears brimmed his eyes as he looked at you, "I'm not good enough. I just wanted to be good enough."

It killed you to hear him say that. You carefully cupped his face in your hands, "Mingi, you're more than good enough."

He doesn't look like he believes you and before he can open his mouth to disagree, you lean forward and press the softest of kisses to his lips, "Mingi, you're the most talented person I know."

He looks at you in slight shock before pulling you in for a hug, completely engulfing you in his arms as he buries his face in your neck,

"Thank you."

San: Best friend's older brother

SFW

You couldn't help it. Ever since the first time you had met your best friend's brother you'd been a goner. He flirted with you non-stop and although it seemed like a joke, he himself sometimes claiming it was when his younger sibling nagged at him for coming onto her friend, you had started wondering if it truly was all a joke.

You found any excuse to visit your friend, feeling horrible about how you'd started using it as an excuse to simply see San but you couldn't help it. He was like the sun and like Icarus you couldn't help but gravitate towards him.

Everything was finally set into motion when one night during a sleepover, you couldn't sleep, even though your friend was happily snoring away, and sneaked out the room to the kitchen to get something warm to drink.

You were startled to see San sitting in the dark in the living room as you pass by and flick the light on.

"San?"

His eyes shot to you and you blushed.

"Hey, couldn't sleep either?"

"Yeah..."

His gaze traced your figure for a second, taking in your cute pyjamas and bareface. His lips began to form a smirk and one of his eyebrows lifted- you knew that look.

"Don't flirt with me if you don't mean it," You cut him off before he could even open his mouth. You were tired of him fueling your crush on him when it seemed he didn't feel the same.

He frowned and stood up. You gulped as he made his way over to you.

"Who said I didn't mean it?"

You looked up at him in surprise, "But you never follow through with what you say or joke about doing. You make comments about how kissable my lips look when you-"

You were cut off by him gently gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger and pressing a kiss to your mouth.

"You're my sister's best friend, I didn't want to cause drama unless I was certain you felt the same."

You're stunned for a moment before eagerly pulling him in again.

Wooyoung: Friends with Benefits to lovers

NSFW

You looked and sounded so beautiful when he held you like this. Your words of praise and your keening sounds as he thrusted into you and kissed your neck had his heart tightening even more so.

"Oh, God, Woo, you feel so good. I could be like this with you forever," you moaned, your head back in the pillows and your nails scratching at his back as you wrapped your legs around his waist and met his thrusts.

Be like this with you forever. He knew it was just a passing comment, words produced by the delirium of an impending orgasm but they struck a chord in him and suddenly his pace became sloppy and shoulders began to shake.

It took you a few seconds but once you registered the way he was slowing down and felt his body shake in a way you were almost one hundred percent wasn't anything to do with pleasure, your movements stilled too. A flurry of panic rose in your heart as you felt hot tears land on the skin of your neck where he had his face buried. His thrusts came to a standstill and he sniffed and pulled his head from the crook of your neck.

He wiped his eyes with the back of one of his hands and you lifted one of your own to stroke away the tears with your fingertips. You gave him a concerned look, "What's wrong, Woo?"

He sniffed again and shook his head, "Nothing.'' The sob that followed after said otherwise.

You cupped his face, "Woo, just tell me-"

"God, this is embarrassing. Crying during sex. Let me just-" He tried to pull out and get off of you but you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him down onto your body, not minding the weight one bit and finding comfort in the feeling of his warm, sweat slick skin against your own.

"No, you're not going anywhere. Not until you tell me what's wrong."

There was silence before he spoke into your neck, "I'm in love with you."

You stiffened for a second and his heart dropped but you pulled his head from the crook of your neck and pulled him in for a kiss that left him breathless.

"Dumbass. I love you too."

Jongho: Oblivious Love

SFW

If it wasn't for his friends, Jongho probably never would have realised it for himself.

They watched him glare at the guy that was flirting with you for the umpteenth time this month. He'd brought you coffee and cake. That was what Jongho was supposed to do and that guy didn't even get your favourite order right. Jongho knew your order off by heart. The guy wrapped an arm around your shoulders and you let out a laugh at something he said. Jongho was supposed to be the one holding you and making you laugh. You were his friend. His.

Finally, Wooyoung snapped after Jongho sighed in annoyance for what was probably the hundredth time that afternoon, "Jongho you're so annoying just tell her. It's not that hard."

Jongho tore his eyes away from his from his friend and looked at Wooyoung with a frown, "Tell her what?"

Wooyoung gave him a look of disbelief, "That you're in love with her?"

Jongho's eyes widened and he shook his head, "What are you talking about? What makes you think that? We're just friends."

Wooyoung scoffed, "Jongho. You're looking at that guy like you're ready to plot a murder. You've been like this for so long. Why torture yourself further? Just tell her."

"There's nothing to..." But Jongho started reevaluating his past actions and words suddenly and the more he thought about it, the more it made sense.

It felt like he stopped breathing for a second when the realisation struck him, "Oh god, I'm in love with her."

Wooyoung rolled his eyes and clapped his hands sarcastically, "Well done. Now tell her before I strangle you."

Jongho would've maybe said something about waiting for the right time but then he looked up and saw the guy leaning in. Jongho promptly crossed the room to her and grabbed her hand. He pulled her away before she could even protest and ignored the guys "Hey, what the hell, man?!"

"Jongho, what are you doing? He was asking me out to the movies. I hadn't responded yet!"

"I can take you to the movies." He said and she frowned at him, "Jongho, I meant as a date."

"So did I."

She stood still in shock for a moment and Jongho panicked.

"Shit, I messed up didn't I. I don't know what I was thinking. You don't have to-"

She gave him a small smile and pecked his cheek and her heart fluttered at his shy smile and flushed cheeks, "I want to."

#kpop #ateez #y/n #ateez fluff #smut #choi san #jung wooyoung #song mingi #choi jongho #ateez imagines #love tropes

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minecraftbookshelf · 1 year ago

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How To Become King of Mezalea

@sleepingjasminetea has once again spoken as the external executive function so!

How succession works in Mezalea.

Also a general note relevant to the succession criteria of the majority of the empires. Remember this whole thing, where Pix kind of accidentally changed the formal definition of war in the empires? That had a lot of implications for how royalty functioned in the Empires. While they still absolutely have internal duties and responsibilities and privileges, ultimately their most important job is that they stand ready to defend their empire and its people at all times. Part of this is that they also function as international ambassadors in a way, while most empires also have official ambassadors, the relationships and interactions between the emperors themselves are a very important (sometimes volatile) facet of international relations. A country cannot be recognized internationally as an autonomous nation without an official Emperor/Head of State.

Mezalea is a mortal realm, with a mixed human and hybrid population.

Like Mythland, they have a single royal family. However the exact succession traditions vary significantly from Mythland.

To ascend to the Mezalean throne, rather than completing a designated quest, the heir to the throne must defeat the reigning monarch in single combat.

This duel is an annual event, held before the entire court and a not insignificant portion of the general populace, with a great deal of ritual attached to it.

Technically any member of the royal family can challenge, once they have passed through the Mother Tree (the Mezalean coming-of-age ritual, more on that another time) but historically it was only the acknowledged heir to the throne who actually did so. This was usually the oldest child of the reigning monarch, but not always, if that individual did not consider themselves capable or was otherwise deemed unsuitable for the role the next in line would hold the title of heir, and so forth.

While this is a ceremony and a ritual, it is also very much a genuine combat, in which both parties give their all. Once the reigning monarch has been defeated, the new king or queen is crowned and Sleeps Beneath the Mother Tree, bonding with the tree and the Mezalean people, and their rule begins, usually with their defeated parent/grandparent/aunt/uncle/relative remaining in an advisory capacity for at least a few years.

Now.

Joel.

Joel is a bit of an unusual situation that has thrown a bit of a spanner in the works.

Joel was not intended to be the king, with two older siblings who both had children, even before he got married off to the Ocean Queen. His mother had multiple heirs waiting in the wings.

And then about a century and a bit after he and Lizzie settled into their relationship, a plague hit Mezalea.

The majority of the royal family was completely wiped out, along with far too many of the people. There were survivors, but they were mostly non-combatant adults and children. No one suitable to take the throne. So Joel, who had gone back to Mezalea to help during the sickness, took the throne, proving himself against the greatest soldier left alive in the Mezalean army, since none of his own family remained for the challenge.

His niece had been queen, succeeding her father, his brother, who had succeeded Joel's mother. And her only child, a toddler, had survived, though the illness had left them with damaged health. And several of Joel's grand-nieces and nephews survived in varying levels of fighting fit, though none of them were more than fifteen years old.

So the idea was that Joel would be king for five or ten years, until one of his grand-niblings was able to defeat him. Several of them showed promise, so although they decided not to name an official heir at that time, everyone had high hopes.

And then...Joel just...never got defeated.

It's been a few hundred years now.

It's getting mildly awkward.

He's not physically aging, so he's still in the full strength of what appears to be his late twenties/early thirties, while just getting older and more skilled as time goes by.

He's done amazing things for Mezalean infrastructure and international relations though, so its clearly working out. And as much as he adores his wife and did enjoy parts of being a trophy husband (once it transitioned to that from war prize) it was genuinely pretty boring so it's nice having a full-time job again.

AU Masterpost

#mezalea #smallishbeans #rain rambles #marriage of state au

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purplemarshal · 1 year ago

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Pretty Boy

Bruv, I am sleeping over at a friends house tonight, and I pulled this out of my ass. Legit 967 words, the last one was over 700 and I told myself that I didn't want to go more than that but here we are.

T.W. Angst , swearing, and Scream.

Donnie P.O.V.

As the night drew on, my family gradually retreated to their rooms. Starting with Splinter, we don’t know when he left, but he did. Next was Leo, she was worried about how everyone would act tomorrow and convinced Mikey to also go around 10pm. Raph stayed until 12ish.

Leaving me with the one and only Casey Jones.

The only light in the lair was the T.V. playing some horror movie that we had seen several times already, in all honesty I think that Casey fell asleep awhile ago from how still and quiet he was.

“So, you got a boyfriend?”

“Why? You wanna ask me out?”

“Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No.”

I sigh, no matter how many times I see this movie I can’t get over the fact that she lied about not having a boyfriend and then he got killed like, instantly.

“You never told me your name.”

“Why do you want to know my name?”

“Because I want to know who I'm looking at.”

“What did you say?”

“I want to know who I'm talking to.”

“That's not what you said.”

“What do you think I said?”

Click.

The room turned pitch black as the only source of light went out, so did the sounds of the 1996 horror movie, leaving me with the dripping water and sounds of cars above ground.

“Casey?” I whispered harshly only to get a small “hm” in response.

“Dumb ass, get up, I think someone cut the power or something.” I nudged the lump of blankets as I stood up, my knees popping from sitting on the floor for so long. Casey however didn’t make any attempts to move.

So I figured that it would be alright if I took things into my own hands, literally picking him up and placing him in front of me. Only for him to hit the ground with a loud thump.

“Dee?” He muttered, sleep still apparent in his voice. “Wait, why is it so dark?”

I heard him shuffle from his blankets that stayed on top of him even on the floor.

“Something happened to the power.” I explained as Casey stood up fully, “we need to find out what’s up with it.”

The human snickered, “got too scared to go alone huh Don? Needed big ol’ Casey Jones to help ya?”

He reached his arm forward a few times before it made contact with me, when it did he pulled the rest of himself to close the gap, leaning most of his weight on me. His hands were soft. How did he keep his hands so soft? He went on patrol and trained with us while still juggling hockey and basically caring for his little sister.

“Riiight.” I said sarcastically. I had forgotten how he asks when tired, extra. Extra everything. “Let’s get to my lab, then we should be able to see what’s up.” I started walking with my muscle memory guiding the two of us to the place that I spent most of my time.

The door slightly creaked as I pushed it open, I smiled at the familiar smell of my lab. Luckily some of my projects offered an ethereal light to the room and its belongings. Not so luckily however, there was a thin layer of smoke that surrounded the desk with all of my chemicals.

“Sorry Casey, I’ve been working on this project for a few days and-” I looked at the limp boy still wrapped around me. “-And you're asleep. Wonderful. Idiot.” I whispered as I set him down in one of my spare chairs before walking away to go to the breaker.

A few minutes passed with me trying to figure out what was going on before the almost silence was broken.

“Do you really mean it?” Casey’s voice was still exhausted, but now there was something else in it. It sounded raw and harsh, but there was still something softer than normal.

“Idiot, you will have to be more specific.”

“That.” His voice broke. “Do you really think that I’m an idiot?”

I looked in his direction, his face looked softer through the smoke even if it was now red and his eyes were puffy.

“Jones.”

“I don’t mean it whenever I say it, you're really smart and strong and, and-” His voice broke as the unwelcomed tears started flowing. “Do you remember what I said the other day?” A sniff. “During patrol?” He sounded hopeless, told you he was extra when he was tired.

I took a deep breath as I walked closer but stopped to take a sip of coffee that I had left out earlier, it was cold now but still tasted good enough.

“Casey, I think you should go back to sleep.”

“Donnie.” He begged.

My body moved on its own and pulled him into a hug, of which he accepted immediately, holding me tight and stuffing his face into the crook of my neck as he continued to cry. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t even know what I was doing.

The teen kept crying as I started to run my fingers through his hair, but slowed down as I started the sing. I knew he liked the song but I didn't have the words memorized so I mainly mumbled it.

Leo used to do this for me, but lately she didn’t have the time.

His breathing slowed and I realized he had fallen back asleep. I wanted to get off of the chair to leave him alone but his arms remained tight on me. So, rather than bothering Casey I opted to stay with him, for his comfort of course! Not because he was warm, and I didn’t have enough strength to get up. Of course not.

God, I hate Pretty boys.

Like I said, I pulled this out of my ass at 10pm last night, my laptop was like 9% and we were watching Be Cool Scooby Doo. Still hope you enjoyed it, there will be even spookier chapters soon. Excpect a short chapter next though.

#casey jones #caseytello #donatello #jonatello #named after songs #tmnt 2012 #tmnt raph 2012 #tmnt leo 2012 #tmnt mikey 2012 #tmnt donnie 2012

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heyitsme1040 · 9 months ago

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Don't Split the Party? How about No Man Left Behind? [steddie]

summary : With Eddie situated across Steve’s shoulders, the climb out of the Upside Down began. Steve managed to climb up far enough to feel the pull of gravity shift, and held on so he and Eddie were hanging from the ceiling. He slowly climbed down, collapsing to his knees after his feet touched the mattress. Quickly putting Eddie onto the couch again, it wasn’t long until Robin landed on the mattress with a surprised gasp escaping her. Nancy immediately began to pull the make-shift rope through the gate when there was a knock at the door.

Steve, Nancy, Robin, and Dustin all looked between each other, then at the unconscious Eddie on the couch. When there was another knock on the door, Nancy decided she was the one to open the door. From where he stood, Steve could see a sleek, black, government vehicle across the road at Max’s house.

pairings : Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

warnings : depictions of violence (series accurate injuries), language - if I missed any please let me know

word count : 4.7k

AO3 (x)

a/n : I posted this on AO3 back in June of 2022. Thinking about it, I realized I can post the content from my AO3 to my Tumblr the way I cross-post my Tumblr ones to AO3. So, here we go.

Vecna was defeated. Their plan worked; Steve, Nancy, and Robin defeated Vecna while he was in Max’s mind. Now all they had to do was meet up with Dustin and Eddie, then leave the Upside Down. Making their way back to the Munson’s trailer, they heard Dustin shouting for help. Steve was the first one to run in the direction of Dustin’s yells. Once close, Steve saw Dustin holding a figure in his lap. Steve slid next to Dustin, looking Eddie over. Eddie was covered in injuries from the demobats that he and Dustin were distracting.

“Nancy, come here! Robin, get through the gate and be ready to help get Eddie through,” Steve called out to the others.

Steve ripped off his jacket and took off his shirt, tearing it into strips to tie around Eddie’s injuries. Nancy finally made it over to where Steve and Eddie were, scared by what she saw. Steve could tell by the look on her face, she wasn’t sure that Eddie would make it.

“Nancy, I need you to carry him by the legs while I carry him by the torso. Dustin, you need to keep pressure on his injuries to keep him from bleeding out any more, okay?” Steve asked the boy nicer than he had Nancy.

“Okay,” Dustin's voice cracked through the confirmation.

“On the count of three, we lift him. Once we’re at his trailer, we’re putting him on the couch,” Steve directed. “Ready? One, two, three!”

Steve and Nancy carried Eddie all the way back to his trailer, Dustin limping alongside them. They were only slightly reassured when Eddie would occasionally groan out in pain, knowing they hadn’t lost him yet. When they finally reached the trailer and got Eddie put on the couch, the four now faced a new problem; how to get Eddie out?

“Nancy, can you look for bandages? He’s already starting to bleed through,” Steve asked. “Dustin, I need you to look for alcohol. Mainly vodka, and whiskey if you can’t find vodka.”

While the others were looking for the things Steve asked them to, he tried to help Robin tie a new rope for the gate.

“We’ll save him,” Robin blurts suddenly. “We can save him, Steve.”

“How do you know that?” Steve’s voice shook worse than his hands. “We can get him out, but then what? I don’t know what to do, Rob.”

Robin placed her hand on his shoulder, “We’ll figure something out. First, we’re going to get him out of here. Then, we’re going to figure out a way to get him to the hospital. But we need you to get him out of here, okay?”

Steve wiped his eyes and nodded. He needed to get Eddie out of here, so that is what he was going to do.

Dustin and Nancy walked in quietly, passing Steve the things he’d asked for. Robin pulled Nancy towards the gate, and Dustin sat next to Eddie’s head. Keeping his hands as steady as he could, Steve removed the strips he put over Eddie’s wounds. The bleeding had slowed some, but there were so many wounds that it didn’t seem to matter. With a quiet apology, Steve poured the vodka onto Eddie’s hip and side wounds. Eddie immediately shouted in pain, and tried to sit up.

“Keep him as still as you can, Henderson,” Steve instructed.

With the wounds now cleaner, Steve began to wrap Eddie’s hip and sides with some of the bandage rolls Nancy found. Steve began to remove the soiled bandage from where Eddie’s shoulder met his neck, finding the wound to have stopped bleeding entirely. Steve cautiously poured vodka over the wound, repeating silent apologies as he taped down gauze to the wound.

Steve had left the worst wound for last. He hated how much pain the others had caused Eddie, but this one was going to be the worst. With how soaked through the make-shift bandage was, there was no way it had stopped bleeding. Looking where the bite on his leg was, there was no doubt that the bite hadn’t missed an artery. Steve removed his belt, and tightened it just above where Eddie was clearly still bleeding out, hoping that reducing the circulation to the cut would buy Eddie more time.

“Is he still awake Henderson?” Steve cautiously asked.

“He passed out after you bandaged his shoulder,” Dustin responded. “I can still feel his pulse, though.”

“Good.” Steve felt relieved that Eddie probably wouldn’t react to what he had to do.

Steve uncovered the wound on Eddie’s leg, seeing that it was not going to stop its steady bleeding anytime soon. Steve poured the last of the vodka on the wound, feeling even more guilt when Eddie still flinched in his unconscious state. He piled gauze onto Eddie’s thigh, then secured the final bandage roll around his leg.

“Steve,” Robin called. “Nancy went through, she has the mattress set up.”

“Alright,” Steve called back, “Dustin, go though. We’ll be right behind you.”

As Robin helped Dustin limp his way over to the gate, Steve looked Eddie over. Other than where the demobats had ripped flesh from bone, his leather jacket was shredded and Steve could see that Eddie was covered in superficial cuts along his arms. The fresh bandages were definitely more secure than what Steve had originally tied around the wounds. Steve gently pressed the inside of Eddie’s wrist, and felt a faint pulse.

“Alright, your turn Steve,” Robin bumped her shoulder with Steve’s. “Tell me what to do.”

“I have an idea, but I need you to make sure he doesn’t fall,” Steve started. “While I climb out, I need you to stand on a chair next to us and keep him steady.”

“On it.”

“I’m sorry, Eds.” Steve whispered as he hoisted the metalhead across his shoulders.

With Eddie situated across Steve’s shoulders, the climb out of the Upside Down began. Steve managed to climb up far enough to feel the pull of gravity shift, and held on so he and Eddie were hanging from the ceiling. He slowly climbed down, collapsing to his knees after his feet touched the mattress. Quickly putting Eddie onto the couch again, it wasn’t long until Robin landed on the mattress with a surprised gasp escaping her. Nancy immediately began to pull the make-shift rope through the gate when there was a knock at the door.

“Hi,” Nancy greeted in a chipper tone.

“Are you friends with Max Mayfield?” A woman in a black suit asked, displaying her badge to Nancy. “We were sent to check on her and her friends by Doctor Owens and the girl.”

“The girl?”

“Eleven!” Dustin exclaimed. “Eleven knows what’s happening then!”

“Yes,” the woman asked. “This must have been the first gate,” she continued as she saw the ceiling. The woman pushed her way through the door, and saw the state all five of them were in. There was no doubt they had just returned from the Upside Down.

“I suggest you come with us,” the woman spoke. “We can get your friend there medical attention with some doctors that know about these events, and you four can inform us of what caused all this.”

Steve waited anxiously in the hallway for news of Eddie. Nancy had taken Dustin to get his ankle checked. Somehow, Steve managed enough composure to convince Robin to go home and wash the Upside Down away then sleep with the promise that he’d call with any news he received. Having sat in an uncomfortable plastic chair for the past hour, Nancy finally walked up to him.

“Where’s Henderson?” Steve’s voice sounded empty, even to his own ears.

“His mom just picked him up. He had a clean break in his ankle, and they got him in a cast. I stayed until his mom came. She wanted me to thank you for bringing him here,” Nancy leaned against his side. “How are you holding up?”

Steve shrugged. He didn’t care how he was, Eddie was here because of him. Steve couldn’t help but think that if he was there, then maybe Eddie wouldn’t have gone off by himself. All he wanted now was to know something about how Eddie was.

“You should get your side checked,” Nancy prompted him. “I’ll wait here, find you once the doctors come out.”

“I’m fine,” Steve croaked out past the bruising on his throat.

“Steve, you need stitches. And the sooner they’re taken care of, the sooner you can come back here.”

“I’m not leaving him Nancy,” Steve’s voice shook. “After what we’ve all been through, I’m not leaving him alone again. I can’t leave him.”

“That’s fine,” Nancy rubbed Steve’s shoulder. “What if I got someone to come here and check them instead?”

Steve, once again, shrugged his blatant indifference as his gaze stayed locked on the doors Eddie had been rushed through. He was glad the doctors knew the truth and would be able to properly treat Eddie. He was also relieved that they were rushed to an abandoned wing of the hospital so Eddie wouldn’t be harassed by people who thought he was a murdered. He blankly registered when Nancy left, then when she came back with a nurse. He finally tore his eyes away from the doors when Nancy placed her hand lightly on his shoulder again.

“You need to take off your jack and bandages so they can be checked,” Nancy softly explained.

Steve removed his jacket with ease, but when he unwound the bandages from his torso the bites felt like they were on fire. When the last layer was removed he felt the way they’d clung to his exposed flesh, and he only clenched his jaw harder at the pain. The nurse was quiet as she inspected his bites, checking if there was any debris inside of the wounds. Steve distantly recalled seeing her with the team of doctors the government women had gotten to check Eddie’s injuries.

Once Steve saw the bottle of disinfectant he knew his bites were about to burn worse. He set his jaw and tried to relax, once the disinfectant was poured over his wounds he only let his body tense up in reaction. He was determined not to cry out in pain, not when Eddie had been through so much worse. Once his bites were cleaned, his eyes focused on the doors once again and ignored the tugging sensation as he was sewn back together. Once the tugging in his side stopped, Nancy motioned for him to lift his arms, and a new bandage was wrapped around his torso. The nurse turned to Nancy, telling her what needed to be done for his wounds to stay clean and heal how they needed to. Nancy thanked the nurse on behalf of Steve and sat down next to him as they continued to wait.

“You don’t have to wait with me,” Steve quietly says. “I know you haven’t seen your parents and sister since this all started, and you probably want to check on them.”

“But what about you? Steve, you’re covered in stuff from the Upside Down, and all you have is a jacket,” Nancy points out. “You need to change and wash all this stuff off.”

After five minutes of not responding Steve suddenly suggests, “What if you grabbed some things for me? I can write it down, it won’t be much I promise.”

“Fine, what do you need?”

Steve scribbled down the few things he needed and where to find them, but also wrote down a few extra things for Eddie from his trailer.

“Could you also stop by Eddie’s and grab him these few things, please?” Steve passed his small list to Nancy.

Nancy glanced over the list and nodded, and Steve passed his keys to her with a small, grateful smile.

He waited for another hour until a doctor stepped out of the doors. Steve stood and strode over, listening intently to what the doctor was explaining. Eddie’s wounds had been stitched like his, but with how much blood loss Eddie suffered his heart had stopped twice. The doctor explained how the bite on Eddie’s leg and neck had both been to an artery, and these had been the cause of Eddie’s heart stopping. They had managed to restart his heart each time, but they had attached more machines to him in case it would stop again. They also did a blood transfusion due to how much he had bled out, but Eddie would recover. Steve felt himself sag in relief at the news Eddie would recover. The doctor told Steve where Eddie’s room was, but that he’d yet to awaken and wouldn’t for some time. Steve nodded his thanks and began the walk to Eddie’s room.

Steve slowly pushed open the door, revealing a sleeping Eddie covered in bandages and hooked up to machines. Steve quietly closed the door behind him, hoping he didn’t accidentally disturb Eddie’s sleep. Steve set the small duffel bag Nancy filled with the things Steve asked for on the floor at the foot of the hospital bed. He pulled out the blanket he’d asked for and covered Eddie in the warmer material, knowing the chill of the hospital was surrounding them. He also pulled out the sweatpants and t-shirt he’d been packed and walked across the room to the small bathroom in the room. Peeling off his muddied jeans and shrugging his jacket away, Steve stood in front of the mirror to see how injured he was. He had a thin cut surrounding his neck from the demobat, bruising around the cut from the vine he had been choked by, as well as many small cuts and bruises scattering his body. The worst of it was whenever he moved, he felt his stitches being lightly tugged from under the bandages.

Wanting to be rid of the Upside Down he turns on the sink to begin scrubbing away the layers of dirt, sweat, and blood. Accepting that he can’t get rid of it completely, Steve slowly dresses into the clothes he’d brought in the bathroom. On his way out the bathroom Steve leaves the light on in the bathroom and lets just a sliver flood into the hospital room. He finally settles into the chair next to Eddie’s bed and is prepared not to leave until Eddie tells him to.

It had been two days, and Eddie still hadn’t so much as stirred in his sleep. Steve used the walkie Nancy thought to pack to update the others on Eddie’s condition as soon as it was morning on the first day. Steve kept an eye on Eddie while the others were staying with their families. The government women said they would inform Eddie’s uncle of his condition and location once their cover-up was made official to the public and his name was cleared, but that it would take almost a week to do so.

Throughout the days, Steve would sit next to Eddie’s still form. Either Nancy or Robin would stop by and inform him of what was happening to the town, or bring him food that he couldn’t bring himself to eat. Whenever he couldn’t take the silence being filled by only the beeping of machines, Steve would read The Fellowship of the Ring to Eddie. Steve wasn’t surprised Nancy found the books from Eddie’s trailer, but he was glad she’s also grabbed The Hobbit. He was surprised that he’d managed to read all of The Hobbit during the first day of Eddie’s recovery, and began The Fellowship of the Ring earlier in the morning.

There were footsteps outside the room, but Steve didn’t worry. The only people who came to this wing were Robin and Nancy, and it was usually when one of them would check on the two in the hospital. What Steve hadn’t expected, however, was for Hopper to walk through the door followed by Joyce.

“Hey kid,” Hopper said as he stepped into the room. “How ya holding up?”

“Hopper?” Steve set down the book. “How are you–What?”

“It’s a long story,” Joyce said as she hugged Steve. “We were told we’d find you here. That you haven’t left since escaping the Upside Down, and that you would explain what happened.”

After recounting what had happened during spring break, Steve wouldn’t stop apologizing for it all.

“It’s not your fault,” Hopper reassured. “You protected them, and you all saved the town.”

“But–” Steve began.

“Stop apologizing. You did nothing wrong. You couldn’t have prevented any of this from happening,” Joyce comforted. “But, we do have some good news.”

“We got in touch with the government people that doctor Owens sent,” Hopper elaborates. “We got all of the stories set up and they’re being released today. Eddie didn’t commit the murders, turns out it was Jason and he was planting it all to look like it was Eddie. Then, Jason went on his own personal man-hunt against Eddie, so that’s why Eddie ran. Eddie didn’t run because he was guilty, but while he was hiding from Jason he was attacked by a bear and was taken to the hospital for treatment. Nobody’s seen Jason since last night, so he must have ran. At least, the police think that Jason ran since they found his car at the bus station.

“As for me, I’ll be reinstated as police chief. It won’t be the first time someone in this town came back from the dead, so it’s a much simpler cover-up. And El closed all three gates after she left Max’s mind. With Vecna dead and any gates that existed being closed, we believe that the Upside Down is gone for good. Will doesn’t sense anything from the Mind Flayer since his return to Hawkins, so it confirms things are finally over.”

“Will’s back? So is everyone from California here, then?” Steve asks.

“Yeah, everyone’s back and safe.”

Steve felt his body release the tension it’s been holding for a week. Everything was going to be fine. The kids were safe, the Upside Down is gone, and the only two adults who knew what was happening have returned. Things were beginning to look up as Steve glanced at Eddie’s sleeping form. He just had to be patient and tell Eddie all the good news when he finally wakes up.

“If you need anything let us know,” Joyce said. “All the kids have a walkie with them and I’m sure one of us will be with them. Try to get some rest.”

“Yes ma’am. Thank you both, for everything you’ve done,” Steve called out as they left.

Steve settled into the chair as comfortably as he could manage and continued reading to Eddie. He was surprised to find himself also enjoying The Lord of the Rings so far, and hopes Eddie can somehow hear him.

It wasn’t until their third night in the hospital that Eddie finally stirred in his sleep. It was slight, but Steve felt the fingers he held twitch. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to pull Steve from his state of falling asleep as hope filled his chest. Not wanting Eddie to wake up while Steve slept, he grabbed The Two Towers and continued to read aloud.

“Don't leave me here alone! It's your Sam calling.” Steve read.

“Don't go where I can't follow! Wake up, Mr. Frodo!” Another voice rasped out.

“Eddie!” Steve gasped as the book fell from his hands.

Eddie gave a small smile at Steve’s reaction. Steve was on his feet in an instant, grabbing the button that called the nurse to notify them Eddie was awake. Eddie sat up and immediately winced at the pain. Steve gently guided Eddie back, his hand lingering on the other’s shoulder.

“Mister Munson,” a nurse greets. “Glad to see you’re awake. How are you feeling?”

“Like something ate me,” Eddie croaks.

“Well,” the nurse looks over the machines attached to Eddie, “all your vitals are stable, we’ve just been waiting for you to wake up. You should be released soon.”

“Thank you,” Eddie called out as she left.

Steve sat in the small chair once again and took Eddie’s hand in his. Flooded with the relief that Eddie was finally awake, he couldn’t hold back the tears that were silently escaping his eyes. The two sat in silence until a sniffle gave away his crying.

“What’s wrong?” Eddie took in Steve’s red-rimmed eyes and quivering lip.

“Why did you do it? You were meant to escape with Dustin! Not risk yourself with a suicide mission! You promised you wouldn’t try to be a hero!” Steve broke. “Dustin told us what happened. You could’ve followed him out, so why didn’t you?”

“I needed to buy you more time and keep them from following him through the gate. I didn’t know– I didn’t plan on them getting me. I was running away, but then I fell. They surrounded me before I could get back up, then they got me,” Eddie ran his free hand across Steve’s cheek.

“I’m so sorry, I should have been there. I should’ve protected you better, but I thought you were going to be safest there. It’s my fault you're here.”

Eddie opened his mouth to tell Steve how wrong he was, but before he could Eddie’s uncle burst through the door. “Thank God, Eddie!” Wayne exclaimed. “I came as soon as I heard the news you were here.”

“Uncle Wayne?”

“I’ll leave you two to talk,” Steve grabbed the walkie on his way to the hallway.

Steve felt guilty for leaving the hospital once Eddie’s uncle Wayne arrived. Not knowing where to go, Steve just walked and decided to let his feet decide for him. He wandered around town until he found himself outside the Munson’s trailer. The gate had been closed by El, but he knew the government was going to move the two out “for their troubles” as Hopper had put it. Steve stared at the trailer, haunted by the last time he was here. He was so certain he wasn’t going to be able to save Eddie, but now he was across town with his uncle. Steve couldn’t help the ache that shot through his chest.

There was no way Eddie was going to want anything to do with him anymore. He was so glad Eddie had his uncle there for him, that the kids had each other, Nancy had Jonathan, and Robin would have Eddie, too. Steve knew he would be there for them, but he also knew they didn’t need him. With one last look at the Munson’s trailer, Steve started his slow walk across town to go to his own house.

Steve opened the door to his empty house. He didn’t bother turning on any of the lights as he made his way up the stairs to his room. He turned on his lamps and collapsed onto the bed. He finally let everything he’d been bottling up crash over him. His body shook with each sob that forced its way out his throat. He cried until long after the sun was below the horizon, and stayed awake long after he had no more tears left. He stared at his ceiling as hiccups and trembling breaths were all that he could produce.

It was hours after he’d finally calmed down that he heard it. The static of his walkie as someone pressed their button.

“Steve?” The faint voice of Eddie crackled through the speaker. “Are you there? Over.”

“I’m here,” Steve radioed back. “What do you need? Over.”

“You didn’t come back. Over.”

Steve didn’t respond. He couldn’t with the guilt that was weighing down on his heart.

“I never got a chance to tell you that you’re wrong.”

Steve still didn’t have the will to respond.

“Me getting hurt wasn’t your fault. Neither was anything that has happened. Please believe that. If it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t be alive right now. You saved my ass. And you’re right, I should have listened to you and went through with Dustin. But that’s my fault, not yours, okay?”

Steve pressed the button to respond, but didn’t know what to say. With another small sob, Steve released the button hoping the walkie didn’t capture the sound he made.

“Steve, everything’s okay. Please just say something,” Eddie stressed the last sentence.

“I’m sorry, Eds. Over and out.” Steve released the button for a final time.

“Wait don–” Eddie’s sentence was cut off by Steve pushing the antenna into his walkie.

Reality finally broke into Steve’s moping when he heard a loud knock at his door. Startled, he looked out his window to see it was still clearly night. There was another loud knock, so Steve forced himself to go downstairs. Flinging open the door prepared to tell whoever it was to go away, his words caught in his throat at the sight of Eddie on his doorstep.

“Hi,” Eddie breathed with a soft smile on his face.

“What are you doing here?” Steve guided Eddie to his couch. “Why aren’t you still at the hospital?”

“I was released just after you said you were going to give Wayne and I space to talk. That’s why Wayne was there.”

“Oh.”

“Max also said you were standing outside the trailer earlier.”

“Eddie,” Steve said the other’s name, the softest Eddie had ever heard it uttered.

“Just talk to me. Please, let me be here for you.”

“Okay.”

Steve explained everything to Eddie during the early hours of the morning, confessing that he wasn't just worried over his friend but was worried over his crush, and when dawn began to seep in through the windows the two fell asleep wrapped around each other.

When Steve slowly woke up, he was aware of how cozy he felt. He buried his face further into his pillow. It wasn’t until he felt a hand come up to gently card through his hair that he remembered the events of last night and realized his pillow was Eddie.

“Hi,” Steve breathed against Eddie’s chest.

“Morning sleepy,” Eddie fondly responded. “How’d you sleep?”

“Great. How’re you feeling?”

“Better than yesterday.”

“Thank you for listening to me, and sorry I was acting so stupid because of it.”

“Don’t apologize, I understand. It’s scary when someone you care about is being torn apart by demonic bats,” Eddie kissed the top of Steve’s head.

“It’s even scarier when you don’t know if you can save them,” Steve kissed just over where he felt Eddie’s heart steadily beating.

Steve untangled himself from Eddie and stretched the best he could. He padded over towards the kitchen to cook the two of them some eggs. He felt Eddie’s arms snake around him as he dumped their eggs on their plates.

“Eat so you can take your pain killers,” Steve reminded.

“But–” Eddie started.

“Nope. No buts. If you don’t take them now before they really start hurting, then it’s going to be worse later. So eat,” Steve insisted.

“Fine,” Eddie dragged out, “you’re lucky I love you.”

“I really am.”

“You know, you’re the one that spilled his guts. I only had my guts spilled.”

“Seriously?”

Steve rolled his eyes as Eddie just planted a kiss to the corner of Steve’s mouth, “Sorry.”

“No you aren’t,” Steve fully kissed Eddie’s mouth.

The two sat together over breakfast talking. Eddie talked about how grateful he was for Dustin dragging Steve into his life, and Steve talked about how relieved he was that Eddie was still alive. The two of them didn’t know what their future held, but one thing was certain. It was their future, not Steve’s and Eddie’s futures. There was no way one of them was letting the other slip away.

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cosmicjoke · 8 months ago

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i sm not sure how to phrase it but i wonder if you cpuld talk about how levi changed from no regrets and through the seasons

Well, people always talk about how Levi doesn't really change, per say, throughout the series. How he's kind of a fully formed character from the start. But I was thinking about, if Levi doesn't fully change, if he doesn't go through some sort of evolution as a character, there still are certain points with him from beginning to end that we see change, and the one thing I was thinking specifically of was the moment on the airplane, as they're flying to the final battle against Eren.

Levi from the start is someone who helps others, and he never really needed anyone to help him, he never needed to rely on anyone to get the job done, so to speak. I think Eren said something at the start of the story, when he sees Levi for the first time coming back through the walls, that he's equal to a whole battalion. He's literally a one man army. He can take down at least 30 titans by himself, with no help. He's humanity's strongest, quite literally.

So Levi isn't someone that's ever had to ask anyone for help.

But there's that moment on the plane, and it's highlighted specifically, when Levi opens his mouth and hesitates, before asking everyone else there to help him kill Zeke.

Levi's in a position in that moment that he's never been in. At least, not since he was a very young child. He needs help. And I think that moment must have been extremely difficult for him, not because of pride, but because Levi's always felt it was his responsibility to help others, that his strength made it his burden, and that he should take that burden up willingly and alone. I think, for Levi to ask for help kind of went against everything he thought he should be and do. I think he felt it wasn't his right to ask for help, given his strength, given his abilities. That the onus was always on him to be the one to uphold others, because of the privilege of his strength. I think, for Levi, to ask for help in that moment must have in some ways felt to him like a betrayal of his duty, a betrayal of his reason for even being. Like he wasn't supposed to need help, he wasn't supposed to ask for it. It was always for others to ask him for his help. He's always thought of himself as someone who's meant to be used by others, not the other way around.

And yet we see Levi ask anyway. We see him admit he needs help, we see him admit he doesn't have the strength anymore to handle it all by himself, and I think that took a tremendous amount of courage and humility. Again, I don't think it was ever an issue of pride. I think it was just fear that he was failing or had failed in his duty to others, to be their sword and shield, to be for them what he was meant to be.

So from beginning to end, starting with "No Regrets" to the end of the manga, we see that one, specific change. Maybe it's not a change in Levi's core being. He's always been a good man, always wanted to help others. But it's a change in Levi's circumstances, him needing to depend on others to get him through, when he's always been the one others depended upon to get them through.

We see that echoed during the final battle too. Levi saves Jean and Connie from being killed, and he leads the alliance to victory, in the end, so he's still acting as that sword and shield, still acting as that strength that others rely upon. But his diminished physical state leaves him vulnerable in a way we've never seen him before. In the process of saving Connie, Levi is too slow to get out of the way of a titan's jaws, his leg caught and crushed, and he nearly dies as a result. He needs to be saved in that moment by Connie from falling to his death. This is a new and unique situation for Levi. We've never before seen him come close to being too slow to get out of the way of a titan attack. We've never seen him be caught by a titan. We've never seen him pass out and lose strength mid-flight and fall. All these things happen to him in quick succession. And afterward, his strength is diminished even further. He literally needs to be held up by Connie, his arm over Connie's shoulder, because he doesn't have the strength to stand anymore on his own. He's needing to rely on the help of others.

So, yeah, again, I wouldn't say there's much change in Levi's core character from beginning to end, and that's because I think AoT really kind of emphasizes nature over nurture. I think, if you really examine most of the characters, none of them ever, really change from who they always were. Only their circumstances. But we see how they respond when those circumstances do change, and what that reveals about who they are.

Even though it was hard for Levi to ask for help and rely on others, he was still able to do it, and that tells us that, for Levi, it was never about pride or wanting to be the strongest or wanting to be a hero. It was only what he felt he owed to people, a true demonstration of his selfless nature. He had something no one else did, and he wanted to give it to them. When he lost that thing, and he could no longer bear the burden on his own, when he no longer had the strength to give, he didn't let the humiliation of that blind him and drive him toward irrationality or stupidity, he didn't let it stop him from doing the right thing, from admitting that to succeed, he was going to need others support. Because for Levi, it was never about him. It was always about everyone else, about doing what needed to be done for them.

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snippy-tano · 2 years ago

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so this one hit me in the middle of night last night and I woke up in like a cold sweat and finished it off tonight. I hope you all like it! it is a part 2 to the Hunter x Senator!Reader. consider it an early present for you guys since my birthday is tomorrow ;)

hope y’all love it! let me know what you think!

s/o to @quizznag who commented on ao3 and said they should get their meal together and then hunter and reader sneak off to a balcony to have a chat. Bless u

(also apologies for no page break, I’m doing this on mobile and Jfhshdhf it sucks sometimes. I’ll fix it when I can get on a computer I promise y’all)

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Of Sergeants and Senators: Part 2

(Part 1)

After your stint as an investigator who brought down the spice smuggling ring on your home planet, things died down a bit for you.

You were still incredibly busy. Your side project had caught the attention of other senators and you suddenly found yourself involved much more heavily in politics. People took you more seriously and that made things both easier and more difficult.

But you didn’t mind. You finally felt like you were making a difference within the Senate and it was all thanks to what you were able to accomplish on your home planet.

Speaking of your accomplishments, you couldn’t have done it without the help of the Bad Batch.

Ever since they left to continue their specialty missions, you had kept tabs on them. You had given the Sergeant your comm link and you had kept in contact with him. It started as messages here and there, sometimes conversations left for days only to be picked up like no time had passed. Then it turned into calls when you had time, the duration of the calls gradually increasing. Then it was holocalls where you could see him. You had grown close with him over this time period, learning more about him and worrying when he didn’t reply.

Your calls didn’t occur as frequently as you may have liked, but you were both busy with your own jobs. Hunter was out there saving lives and fighting in the war and you were fighting your own battles on the Senate floor.

It was hard. But you lived for those quiet moments when you could message or speak with him. He had a way of making you forget what was going on in your life and you craved every second you got to speak with him. It was getting harder and harder to keep ignoring the tugging at your heart every time you had to say goodbye, but you did your best to ignore it.

Occasionally, you would send them a package for when they were back on Kamino with some things you found at markets on Coruscant. It wasn’t much, but you hoped that it showed your gratitude towards them and how much you valued them.

It had been hard to coordinate a time for you to treat them to that meal you promised them because they were hardly ever on Coruscant. You were like ships passing in the night. And you were convinced the war would be over before you had your opportunity.

But as luck would have it, you had a free evening and the Batch happened to be in the system.

It was only one night. But you were going to make it count.

Hana had insisted she drive you, which you had insisted she didn’t need to. You were perfectly capable of driving yourself.

“Hana, I can handle it. It’s like you don’t trust me.”

Hana only laughed as she started up the speeder. “That’s because I don’t.”

Ouch.

But you had to admit it, you made it to your destination much sooner and without any major incidents with Hana at the helm.

The Batch was already waiting for you when you arrived. Wrecker waved wildly when he saw the two of you approaching and it brought a smile to your face.

“I’m glad you made it!” You called as you approached.

Hunter let out a laugh. “We almost didn’t, but the boys were excited and we were going to make it no matter what.”

You smiled at him, taking a deep breath to calm your rapidly beating heart.

“Any reason we’re meeting down here and not on the surface? I didn’t take you for one to mingle here.” Crosshair said and you crossed your arms.

“What? You think a senator should be too afraid to come here?”

“Just an observation.” Crosshair replied, fiddling with his toothpick.

“I did have a reason for meeting here and not on the surface. And the reason is right there.” You pointed across the street and the Batch turned to follow your gesture.

“Oh no way!! I’ve heard about this place!” Wrecker cried, punching Tech on the arm. “Let’s go!”

You watched as the Batch and Hana moved towards the entrance, Hana and Tech already in conversation and Wrecker and Crosshair right ahead of them.

“Dex’s?” Hunter asked, crossing his arms. You smiled softly.

“I wanted to take you all to a meal that reflected my thanks to you, but I thought you might be more comfortable here. Besides, Dex is an old friend and I am always willing to provide him with business.” You replied, motioning with your hand. “Come on.”

“Senator!” A loud booming voice greeted you the moment you stepped inside the small diner. “It’s been too long! I’ve missed ya!”

You smiled broadly. “I’ve missed you just about as much as I’ve missed your food Dex. Do you have a booth open for us?”

“For you, I’ll make room. Head on over to that booth in the corner, I’ll be right there.” Dex waved you on and you raised a hand in response. You headed towards where Dex had motioned, the Batch and Hana following behind you. It was going to be a tight fit, even with a corner booth, but you’d make it work.

You ended up sandwiched between Wrecker and Hunter. Hana had somehow secured the edge of the booth and you had a sneaking suspicion that Tech was behind it.

Dex kept by a moment after you’d gotten settled, taking drink and food orders. One positive about Dex was the food was excellent, and fast. Meaning before you knew it, all of you were digging into some of the best food on the entire planet.

But you may be biased.

The night passed without a hitch. Even though you hadn’t spent much time in a casual setting with the entire Batch, it was easy to have a conversation with them, all of them. You talked to Wrecker about food and found you shared a love for all things sweet. Tech and you had a long conversation about book you’d both read on the floral and fauna of Naboo, and everyone else ended up cutting you off before it could really get in-depth. But you’d make sure you continued the conversation later because it truly was just getting fascinating.

Crosshair was a tougher nut to crack. You tried a few times throughout the course of the night but he never seemed to bite. The only time you got him to say more than a few snarky words was when you made a joke about Separatist droids and you’d gotten a sincere snicker from him. You only knew it was sincere because he immediately cleared his throat and refused to make eye contact.

Hunter and you didn’t talk too much, just a few short words here and there. But neither of you seemed to mind. It had been a while since you’d been in each others presence, but sitting next to him in a crowded diner with some men you’d developed an affection for was enough.

He was enough.

The night was drawing to a close much sooner than you had expected. Dex had insisted you could stick around past closing, but you knew he had a long day and would have a lot to do after you left. So with some fond farewells and promises to come back very soon, you were back outside in the streets of Coruscant.

“Well boys, I think our night of leave is almost up.” Hunter said, which made Wrecker groan.

“Aww! But I don’t want to go yet! We never get a night off!” Wrecker whined and you looked at Hana who shrugged.

“Alright, follow us. I have an idea.” You said, starting to walk beside Hana. The Batch hesitated and you turned, continuing to walk backwards. “Come on, you’ll love it I promise.”

Wrecker moved immediately and you grinned when you saw the rest of them begin to follow the big guy’s lead. You skipped once, turning back around.

The walk was a short one and before you knew it, you were standing in front of a nondescript building with a neon sign in the window.

You looked at the Batch with a smile as they stared in confusion. “Come on. You’re about to try the best cryo-treats in the galaxy.”

Wrecker whooped and you smiled, leading them inside. Hunter had protested against your footing the bill again, but you insisted and he didn’t fight you on it. Thanking you with a soft “thank you ma’am” and nudging the rest of the Batch to do the same.

Everyone split among the small shop, taking up chairs and tables. You met eyes with Hunter. You motioned for him to follow you and you stepped through the doors leading to a small balcony in the shop. You could hear the rest of the Batch’s lively conversation until the door shut behind the two of you.

“Wow.” Hunter breathed and you smiled as you walked up to the edge of the balcony, leaning on the railing. The balcony was secluded. Well, as secluded as Coruscant could be. The lights outside were dim, letting the light of the city planet be the main source of light. Vines native to the planet of the owner of the shop wove in and out of the railing surrounding the balcony. A few small tables and chairs filled the space, giving people who visit a quiet place to come and enjoy treats and company.

“Some senators like to frequent concert halls, or bars, or restaurants as a break.” You said. “I like to come here instead.”

“It’s quiet.”

“Surprising right? I’m not sure how they do it, but the city isn’t quite as loud from here. It’s calming.” You replied, taking a bite of your treat. “I don’t mind sharing my secret space, so feel free to come back here any time you’re planet side.”

“Thank you. For everything.” Hunter said, eyes fixed outwards.

You took another bite and shook your head. “I should be thanking you. You helped me and my people when you didn’t need to and continue to help the people of the Galaxy. I’m not sure I will ever be able to fully express my gratitude towards you.”

It was Hunter’s turn to shake his head. “We were just doing our job. We’re soldiers. It’s what we were bred to do.”

“I know the clones really didn’t have a choice in all of this, but there are people out there who are grateful for what you do. You’re also people who deserve to experience things the rest of us take for granted.” You finished your treat and set it aside. “You should have a chance to live a life without war.”

“I’ve never known life without war. I’m not sure I ever could.” Hunter said and you let out a sigh.

You had touched on this conversation before, during one of your many calls through the last few months. But Hunter had almost always dodged your questions or changed the subject. He clearly didn’t want to talk or think about it, so you never pushed him. This was the furthest you’d ever gotten along this line of thinking. You knew this was your chance to find out more and maybe convince him his life was worth living without war.

You turned towards him, placing your hand over his gloved one as it rested on the railing. His eyes snapped down, but you remained focused on his face.

“Hunter, I don’t know what you’ve been through and I cannot begin to understand. But I do know that you are standing in front of me, living and breathing. I can’t guarantee the war will end in our favor, but if it does, you deserve to live a life that you want with the freedom of discovering it for yourself.” You said. “And I will be around to help you figure it out. All of you.”

“We clones can’t really imagine thinking that far into the future. We’re designed to be expendable.” His voice was quiet and your chest tightened.

“Not to me. Never to me. You and all of your brothers deserve a life and I will do my best to make sure that when the war ends you’re given that choice.”

Hunter let out a sigh. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” You smiled, you moved to remove your hand from the top of his, but he held fast. You froze, shoulders tensing.

“Being a clone does have its advantages.” He said, looking out at the city, seemingly unbothered by the fact his hand was still clutching yours.

You swallowed. “Really? All of you, or just you?”

Hunter’s mouth lifted in a smirk. “Right now, just me. Wanna know why?”

No. Yes. Maybe? Your heart was pounding in your chest and you were trying to keep your hands from trembling.

“Yes.” You breathed and he turned to face you. He switched hands, only to tug off a glove and set it down on the railing. Then his bare hand engulfed yours.

Your stomach swirled as Hunter stepped closer and leaned down slightly so he was hovering near your ear.

“I can hear how fast your heart is beating.”

You stopped breathing as a shiver went down your spine. You could practically feel him smirking beside you and as much as you wanted to punch him for being so smug, you were absolutely frozen in place. Hunter straightened slightly so he was now looking down at you.

Your mind was racing. There were so many instances when the Batch was assigned to protect you where you found your heart rate increasing when you were in Hunter’s presence. You knew he had enhanced senses, but you didn’t think they were that enhanced. Does that mean every time you felt a little off in his presence that he knew it??

Hunter seemed to be following where your train of thought was going, because he chuckled softly. His hand tightened around yours.

“There is something I’ve always wanted to try that I think you can help with.”

Your eyes met his and you let out a breath. You trusted him completely.

“Really?”

He hummed in response as your eyes searched his face.

What could be possibly-

Oh.

It dawned on you what he likely meant and your face warmed involuntarily. You could feel your heart thump in your chest and you cleared your throat, knowing he could hear it now had your stomach flipping.

“Okay.”

Hunter hesitated for a moment, eyes searching yours. You met his gaze and gave his hand a squeeze.

You’re not sure you breathed the entire time Hunter was leaning closer to you, but the exhale you released the moment his lips touched yours was one of relief. Your eyes closed immediately and you sagged against him. There was some shuffling and then two bare hands gently touched your face, his fingertips weaving into your hair.

Knowing you were in danger of losing it entirely, you grabbed onto his wrists, holding them as tightly as you dared. Right now it was the only thing grounding you. His lips moved incessantly and you found yourself chasing every single movement. You hadn’t been kissed like this since…well ever. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, dragging you closer and you went willingly, practically melting into him.

Before you were ready, he pulled back. You started to lean back in, but he laughed and pressed his forehead against yours. “I hear the boys talking, they might be heading this way any minute.”

You let out a breathy chuckle. “Aah. Right.”

“Trust me, if it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t have stopped.”

Your stomach did a somersault and you looked up at him, lifting a hand to brush against his cheek. “I would have liked that.”

“To be continued?”

“To be continued.”

Hunter returned your smile, leaning forward to press one last chaste kiss on your lips before taking a step away from you. He adjusted his chest plate and you brushed at your slightly wrinkled clothes. Just then, the door opened.

“Oh, here you are.” Tech said. “I fear that Wrecker is rapidly approaching a sugar crash and I suggest we return to the Marauder before that happens.”

“Alright, we’re coming.” Hunter replied and Tech nodded before shutting the door behind him.

Hunter looked back at you, after he picked up his gloves. He reached forward, gave your hand one last squeeze before putting his gloves back on. You both shared another smile before heading for the door, side by side.

The journey forward would be hard, probably one of the hardest. But knowing Hunter had your six and you had his, it would be worth it.

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