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DESPERATELY NEED FERAL READER WITH EP 8 WITH AN INJURED JOEL AND KIDNAPPED ELLIE…….. I KNOW OUR CRAZY QUEEN WOULD KILL EVERYONE ♥️♥️♥️♥️

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Violent Delights Joel Miller x f!Reader The Last of Us 6.7k Words/ 3rd POV Feral Reader Masterlist Summary: They took her kid and she was getting her back. Warning: Graphic depictions of violence and torture

She woke up with a start, having drifted off unknowingly after trying to keep watch, a sense of disorientation as she tried to figure out where she was and what was happening. The basement. They were still in the basement, the cold leeching any warmth from the walls and floors, the haggard breathing of her companion her only company. It’d been over 48 hours since she last slept, since Joel was hurt and they’d had to drag him into the house and patch him up. He wasn’t in good shape. Joel was so close to death’s door, it terrified her. They were so close to losing him and she had never felt more helpless.

She could still hear his pained groans, the glazed and blank look in his eyes, as she put pressure on the bleeding hole in his stomach just a couple days before. “Don’t you dare die, Joel. You still have to make shit up to me and you can’t do that dead. You can’t leave us again.” He’d tried to tell them to leave him. To go back to Tommy’s and leave him behind, the stubborn asshole. But Ellie managed to find the first aid kit and they’d sewn up the hole, wrapping it best they could with the little supplies they had. She knew it wasn’t enough. There could be shards left from the baseball bat, they weren’t the cleanest, nothing was sterile. She didn’t even know if something internal had been damaged. But it was all they could do. They’d been so focused on getting to Colorado they’d been using their food storage rather than hunting over the past week. Now it was biting them in the ass, their supplies dwindled. She’d managed to briefly go out and hunt down a rabbit, but game seemed scarce and leaving meant leaving Ellie and Joel alone. Without Joel, it was hard to sleep, look after Ellie, look after him and keep him stable, look after the fucking horses, and hunt. She was overwhelmed. So sleep went out the window. She took watch when Ellie was asleep, went and tried to hunt and scavenge the nearby houses when she was awake, and kept an eye on Joel in between taking care of the two horses in the garage. But at some point she’d fallen asleep finally, fallen deep and hard enough that she hadn’t noticed Ellie slipping the rifle from her hands and leaving the two adults alone. A small scribbled note was placed on her lap on a piece of what looked like newspaper, “Be back soon -E.” She scrambled to her feet, looking around and cursed herself. Joel was still breathing steadily but his brow was covered with sweat from the infection he was staving off. Both their packs were against the wall but Ellie’s was gone and the panic that took hold was like a lightning bolt. It stole the breath from her lungs. Ellie was gone, Ellie was gone, Ellie was gone- it was a racing thought that circulated over and over again. Her main purpose, main job, and she’d fucking fallen asleep.

Her heart jumped further at hearing footsteps above her head, the slight creak and shift in the old wood, a door slamming…then it all came out in deep relief as she recognized the light shuffling.

Ellie raced down the steps, cheeks pink from cold and wind, and breath huffing out in a rush as she entered the basement.

She grabbed the girl immediately, shaking her by the shoulders with the vestiges of panic still in her blood, “Where did you go, Ellie? You weren’t supposed to leave!”

The teenager paused, eyes frantic and a little wild, but a tough set to her lips as she shook her head, “I went hunting and you needed sleep! I had to, but look! I got Joel medicine!” Ellie took the bottles out of their wrap, quickly moving away from her and kneeling down to Joel, beginning to lift up his shirt before she could even get a good look at what she had. The wound was ugly and discolored and she could hear him groan at the small touches. Her mind was still caught up in the panic of discovering the girl was gone and she quickly snatched the bottles away before the syringe was inserted. “Where did you get this?” she asked, turning it over in her hands. Penicillin. Two whole bottles of penicillin, practically liquid gold in their world, and Ellie had managed to get it while she slept. The teen looked nervous and tried to snatch it back, but she was quick even if she was exhausted and pulled her hand away, “Please, can we give it to him first and then I’ll explain?” Her eyes were so big for her face, cheeks pink. Her desperation to help Joel was evident. Ellie knew how bad he was doing and believed she held the cure to it all in her hands. She could only sigh and hand it back over, instructing her to give just a fourth of the bottle and to tap the syringe. Joel would probably have a heart attack if he knew she was letting the kid give it to him, but she knew Ellie had to do this herself. It was her win and she had to feel like she was the one saving him so she let her. But then they both stared, her knowledge only getting them that far. “Where the fuck am I suppose to put this?” Ellie cursed, looking at the wound and Joel’s arm, eyes switching between hers and his closed ones, “Fuck, how are we supposed to do this?” She cursed herself. Her medical knowledge was mediocre. Stitching, cleaning wounds, pulling out bullets, the basics they needed. Infections and medicine she had no clue about, “Just give it to him in his stomach. As long as it enters his blood stream, it should be fine.” At least, that’s what she thought. Ellie winced and inserted the needle, Joel giving out pained groans as it sunk into the sensitive area. They both watched the plunger empty the contents and then she pulled it out, trying to clean the needle the best she could. They only had one syringe and would have to reuse it. “And now we wait,” the teen commented and looked at his face as if at any second he would be magically better. He would wake up and smile and tell her good job. But he didn’t, staying silent on the small makeshift bed. “No, now you tell me where you went and how you got that,” she bit out, sitting on the other side of Joel to face her. Ellie winced and looked down at the small glass bottles in her hand, “You needed to sleep and we needed food. I know you think you can take care of all of us, but you can’t and I wanted to help by trying to hunt.” “That’s not your responsibility-” “It doesn’t matter. I wanted to help,” Ellie cut her off but then sighed, “And I did manage to actually get a deer…but I ran into these guys...” Instantly, she was on high alert, eyes searching everything that was visible and checking her for any wounds, “You ran into people and you’re barely telling me!” “I know!” the young girl argued back, hand resting on top of Joel’s, “They found my deer before me and said they were from a group with starving women and children. They offered to trade for half the deer and said they had medicine. I did everything I was supposed to! Got them to drop their guns, unloaded their rifles, and had them back away. One went to get the medicine and I kept the gun on the other.”

“So you gave them half the deer and they gave you the medicine then just let you go?” she asked and clenched and unclenched her fists. Ellie wouldn’t look so nervous if that was the whole story and she wasn’t nearly tired enough to have been dragging half a deer carcass back. Shrugging, Ellie grimaced and refused to meet her eyes, “That was the deal…but they knew who we were. The people that attacked us at the university belonged to their group and this guy started talking about how one of theirs had been killed by a crazy man with two girls. He knows that was Joel. I don’t know why he let me go, but I think they’re looking for us.” With a curse, she quickly stood, hands on her hips and pacing in a tight circle, “Fuck. Fuck. And they didn’t come after you?”

“No, I think they let me go because I was a kid.” She doubted that. People rarely were that charitable, even to children in this world. Especially a child with a gun and an attitude like Ellie’s. The unspoken words were there though. That didn’t mean they wouldn’t come for her and Joel though. Ellie may be deemed innocent but the two of them were problems and only one of them was in commission currently. But what could they do? They couldn’t move Joel in his state. They couldn’t leave him behind either. They were stuck. “Okay. Maybe if they let you go they don’t plan on coming. Maybe they think both of us are injured if you were out on your own and won’t come,” she lied comfortingly and tried to speak the words into existence, knowing the kid was probably feeling guilty and needed some hope. They needed rest, needed to breathe for a second, and panicking now wouldn’t help. It took a while to relax enough to let the adrenaline fade away.

Ellie laid down, exhausted, tucking into Joel’s side as she had the past couple nights and resting her head on his shoulder. He subconsciously leaned into her, still alive for now. Her heart ached at the sight, the way they held each other in their own ways. She didn’t have the strength to get after the girl more or uproot them out of precaution. They were all exhausted and Ellie had somehow managed to bring hope even if there was a cost.

She sat down by the stairs, flipped her knife between her fingers to keep her awake and focused, and watched the two sleep with her heart in her throat.

The men would come. Now that they knew they were in the area, they would come and they were stuck in this spot until Joel was better. There was no way they could get him on a horse and move him now without undoing all the healing he’d done. A thousand scenarios went through her head, sleep now a distant memory in the face of the panic and anxiety plaguing her. How was she supposed to fight off a group and keep them both safe?

She couldn’t. That was the reality of the situation.

The thought hit her over and over again like a blow to the chest, the knife turning between her fingers. _________________________________________ Morning came and she could see Ellie’s disappointment that the medicine hadn’t instantly woken Joel up and made him all better. To ease her mind, they gave him another dose, trying to make the bottles last before shoving the remainder in their bags. They were out of food, the rabbit she had caught two days ago long gone without a way to store it. Joel still wasn’t eating or drinking and she worried that even if they got the infection under control, his body wouldn’t be strong enough to get better. Things were bad. The possibility of Joel dying was a constant chime in her head. It felt like a mockery that he had left and came back only to be almost taken from them permanently. She was angry. He wasn’t supposed to be the one that took the hit. It had been meant for her but he’d pushed her out the way as the bat swung, breaking on the tree, and then tackled the guy. If it had been her, Joel would know what to do. He could take care of them both or at least would have the strength to leave her behind if necessary. She wasn’t sure she could. She was failing him. Failing them both. The basement was suffocating, pressing in on her, and she took the opportunity to go tend to the horses, leaving the girl and her unconscious companion to the pressing weight of disappointment. Her body was beginning to ache from the lack of sleep and food, joints protesting her movement, but she reached down and scooped snow into the small metal bucket for them to get some water. Soon the horses would starve too or be too weak to carry them. Death was creeping up on them. Looking over the neighborhood they were held up in, she sighed at the obvious foot steps leading up through the streets before beginning to methodically cover what she could. Ellie knew better than to leave a trail but she guessed in her hurry to get the medicine back to Joel and get away from the men she had forgotten. And as birds took off in a rush further down the road towards the wooded outskirts, she froze and her heart thundered in her ears.

She felt fear run through her as her thoughts from the night resurfaced and became reality, a living nightmare. They were coming. They had waited for daylight to search them out and were coming now. She knew it, could feel it, and they were out of time. Quickly covering what she could and making false tracks from the other houses, she ran back inside and flew down the stairs to the basement taking two at a time. No time, there was no time. Ellie startled at her rushed appearance and the way she flew across the room to the rifle and her own pack, “What’s happening?”

“Those men you saw are coming,” she huffed out, grabbing the rifle and checking it was loaded before looking around the room as if she could find the answer there.

Turning to Joel, Ellie began to shake his shoulders as if he were merely sleeping and not borderline in a coma, “Fuck. Joel! You have to wake up, Joel. Joel, wake up! Wake the fuck up, Joel!” But he only gasped, pained whimpers leaving his lips, eyelids fluttering.

She bent down and grabbed Ellie by the shoulders, forcing her to look into her eyes, “Ellie, I need you to listen to me. I need you to take the horse and run.”

“What? No, what about-”

“You run and I’ll follow behind and try to pick them off,” she interrupted, voice adamant, “They’re going to search every house and they will find us eventually. I can’t hold them off like this. I need to know you’re good first and if we’re away from here then it will take the focus off Joel.”

“You want me to go without you?” Ellie’s eyes were wide with fear and her heart ached at the sight, but there was no time.

“I’ll find you,” she promised and dug her fingers tightly into her shoulders as if she could sink the words into her skin, “I will. But you have to go now. We’ll block the entrance to down here, give Joel some time.”

Ellie pressed her lips together and nodded, running to grab her backpack and last minute grabbed one of the larger knives they had. Running back over to Joel, the teen knelt down and placed it on his chest, forcing his hand to grab it. She let her while grabbing the rest of her stuff and placed Joel’s pack into a small cubby under the steps to make it less noticeable.

“Okay, look at me,” Ellie whispered to him while he only groaned in reply, “There are men coming, okay? I’m gonna lead them away from you, Red is going to help get rid of them. But if anybody makes it down here, you fucking kill them. You got it?”

“Ellie, hurry,” she bit out, peeking out the small window along the top of the wall. “Joel, do not fall asleep,” the teenager pleaded desperately, squeezing his hand around the knife. She could see his eyes partially open, see his lips trying to move and his fingers twitching trying to grasp the knife. But Ellie finally got up quickly and rushed up the stairs. She went to follow after her and paused, staring back at the unconscious man on the floor. A part of her whispered that this could be the last time she saw him alive. One or both of them could be dead if this didn’t go right. Heart in her throat, she ran back to him and kneeled, kissing his forehead and grasping his hand. “Stay alive for us, please, Joel,” she whispered, squeezing the hand around the knife, but getting back up and running up the stairs. She tried not to look back. Both of them moved the tall kitchen cabinet over the door entryway to the basement, trying to shuffle things around to not make the spot obvious before heading to the garage. They got both horses out, grabbing what she needed from hers and sending silent apologies to Tommy before forcing it to gallop away in the opposite direction with a sharp smack. The other she saved for Ellie to ride, closing the garage door behind them. They’d figure out transportation later when they were out of this mess, but they needed the guys off their trail and two different horse tracks would help. With quick hands, she helped Ellie climb up onto its back.

Shakily, she bit out, “You ride hard and fast and loud. They’re going to come after you but if you go fast they won’t catch you and I’ll hit them from behind. They only know for sure about you right now. Do not look back, Ellie. I’ll find you once it’s safe, I promise.” Ellie was shaking but tried to put on a brave face, nodding and holding onto the reins. She wanted to hug the girl, tell her it was going to be okay, but she wouldn’t lie to her. Not now. The men were close, she knew that. She patted the rear of the horse and nodded a final goodbye, beckoning her to go forward. Her heart screamed to not let her go, that it was safer with her than alone, but they were backed into a corner and she had no choice. They wouldn’t win in a shootout and losing meant Ellie would die. So she watched as the girl rode away down the street away from her, turning until she was completely out of sight, and tried not to flinch at the gunshots that came soon after and the yells of men. She tried to shut off the part of her that wanted to panic, to react and worry. That wasn’t the part she needed to listen to at the moment. Running as far as she could, crossing over fences and staying against the walls of the house, she followed the sound of loud hoof beats and chased after them as they chased after Ellie. Her ears caught on one of them screaming that she was to be left alive, but that didn’t ease the worry in her. Being captured alive wasn’t always a good thing. One of the slower men chasing Ellie fell the furthest behind, wheezing in the cold and trying to clamber in the dense snow. Her own knife in hand, she ran and jumped onto his back, using both their weight to send them forward onto his front behind the cover of some of the shrubs.

He hadn’t been expecting to be attacked from behind and it took him a moment to try and struggle, to lift his face out of the snow to breathe, and she took advantage of that by stabbing deep into the back of his neck. He groaned, the sound muffled, and she pulled the blade out and sunk it in again and again with a growl. The snow was staining red around them. He stopped moving. One down. She stood and took off, the cold biting into her lungs and stealing her breath. The terrain was hard and the one kill had put her farther behind the group, forcing her to cut across more backyards to catch up, but she could only hope Ellie had done what she asked and was out of range. She could catch the rest of them once they scattered. But then a gunshot rang out close by. The sound of a horse’s cry ripped through her, tore her soul to shreds, and she knew if she lived beyond the day she would hear that sound forever in her nightmares.

She ran. She left all care of stealth behind and ran fast and hard, dodging trees and fallen branches and then ran faster when another gun shot rang out. The chest felt like it was being cleaved open by the panic, fear gripping her tightly. They wouldn’t have shot her. They wouldn’t have killed her. She was a kid, they wouldn’t-

And then she watched from the trees as the group surrounded Ellie who was on the ground, her horse unmoving not far away, and a tall skinny man picked her up and began to walk away with her. She raised the rifle, looking down the scope, and cursed as the men separated and began to head back into the neighborhood. No doubt to continue their search for Joel and her.

She could see Ellie’s face through the scope, the loll of her head, but she was gripped too closely to the man’s body. He was walking further and further away. Two sides of her screamed. Leaving to go after them meant abandoning Joel, but staying behind meant leaving Ellie. She wanted to press the trigger, shoot, but knew it was too risky with Ellie in the man’s arms. She could so easily accidentally kill the girl if she was one inch off and her hands were too shaky from exhaustion to be precise. Only some of the group was going back, the others looking like they were continuing to scout the area.

She knew what she had to do, what Joel would tell her to do, but the reality of it felt impossible. If they found Joel, he’d die for sure. But she wasn’t sure she could live with leaving Ellie.

The men with the girl were getting farther away and a choice had to be made.

So she swallowed the sob in her throat and let the rage she felt consume her completely, push her forward, and followed behind the group to where they would take her kid. __________________________ It was getting harder and harder to follow along as the wind began to kick up a notch. She needed to see where they were taking Ellie, but she was tired and the cold was sinking in, her body struggling to keep going. And as they entered the town, it was getting difficult to avoid being seen. Too many buildings, too many open areas, and she didn’t know who could be watching. She knew they had entered one of the nearby buildings, but wasn’t sure which. The clock was ticking in her mind, Ellie’s life on one hand and Joel’s on the other. What good was she if she couldn’t save her people? Blood crusted on her fingers as she entered the first of the buildings quietly, finding a back entrance. It was dark but she could hear voices nearby as she found herself in some kind of storage room, the cold still reaching her through the walls. She wasn’t used to carrying the rifle. It had always been Joel’s weapon thanks to its weight, her preferring knives or a small pistol or even a bow when she could find one. So when she crouched down to ease her way over to the swinging door leading further inside, she winced when it thudded and scraped against the floor, the sound so loud in her ears. The voices paused and she froze, eyes wide and watching the door. There was shuffling and she quickly backed away into a darkened corner, pulling her knife out. Steps came closer and she held her breath, trying to calm her racing heart. The door swung open and she could see a man enter, beard a little rough and looking a little ragged, cheeks red from the cold. He frowned, looking around, gaze shifting over what he could. He turned to look at the back door, back facing her, and only then did she realize she had tracked snow inside and it hadn’t quite melted. Lunging, she stuck the blade deep into his lower back with all her might and threw her arm around his neck, choking him hard. A cry of pain tried to leave his lips, breath cut off, and he struggled wildly. She twisted the knife, feeling blood coat her hand. “Where is the girl?” she hissed, jerking the blade deeper. He sobbed and made pathetic mewling sounds of pain, voice wispy from lack of air, “Please, I don’t know-” She twisted, hearing the squelch of flesh tearing, “The teenage girl your buddy grabbed, where is she?” The distinct smell of piss lingered in the air and he sobbed out, “I don’t know! Oh god.” Steps were coming close again and she growled, keeping her grip on the knife buried in his body and shifting her arm away from his neck to hold the back of his collar. He wheezed in air, blood starting to bubble from his lips. The door burst open and the distinct sound of a gun rising echoed in the tiny room, only to pause as she held the man in front of her like a shield, mostly hidden by his body. “Howard-” A woman’s voice. All the people who had attacked them had been men.

She wouldn’t have the information she needed. With a growl of frustration, she shoved the body at her, letting his dead weight hit her and trap the woman against the wall. She let out a startled cry and the delay gave her just enough time to unholster her pistol and shoot her in the head. The numbness that was a twin to her rage had sunk into her skin, blanketing her all over. She’d search the buildings, one by one, and kill whoever she had to to find her kid. She didn’t care. Stepping over the bodies, she moved into the area they had been in before she drew their attention and paused, icy horror filling her. A leg was in the process of being cut apart, small chunks set aside and being wrapped up as if to store for later. It was a kitchen, most likely used to prepare food for stage, large makeshift smokers and pits along the back unused. The ticking clock in her mind sped up as the reality of what she’d uncovered hit her. Cannibals. These people that had taken Ellie were cannibals. A strong hit to her back sent her stumbling forward and clattering to her knees. She grunted and scrambled forward as a stomp missed her, hitting the ground instead. There’d been someone still in the room and she’d been too distracted to notice.

Rolling onto her back, gun still in her hand, she aimed and managed to shoot the knee out of her assailant as he raised a butcher knife. He crumpled to the ground with a cry and she got to her feet slowly, gun raised and trained on him.

The guy was younger, but thin and haggard looking. His bravado hadn’t fully left him though as he stared her down, anger in his eyes, “You fucking bitch. You blew out my fucking knee.” He tried to get up but she aimed at his head, making him freeze. “I’ll shoot the other one too if you don’t shut up and tell me where the girl you kidnapped is,” she snarled, adrenaline helping to keep the firearm steady on him. His nose wrinkled and he spit at her, brow furrowed.

Stubborn. Younger guys were so stubborn.

She pulled the trigger and watched his other knee explode as the bullet met his target. The man screamed and she quickly knelt down, shoving her hand over his mouth and placing the still warm barrel against his forehead. Tears leaked out his eyes, making little dirt tracks through the grime on his skin.

“Where the fuck is she?” she screamed into his face and the sound was almost inhuman, gravel and fury warping it almost into a howl.

But he only shook his head, eyes defiant. Frustrated, she stood, looking at the meat cleaver in his hand and the human leg on the table. She didn’t have time for this. Ellie was out there and the situation was worse than she thought. Not even meeting his eyes, she raised the gun and shot him in the head. He wasn’t going to give her any information.

She raced back outside through the back door she had entered, heart in her throat and a panicked scream wanting to leave her lips.

The storm was picking up as an idea hit her. If she searched each building, there was no guarantee she’d find someone with information in time. She had to draw their attention. Maybe lure them out. They had wanted Ellie alive for the moment. If she could distract them, it may buy her time.

Chewing her lip, she kneeled behind the building and swung her pack around to dig through it. Her hand wrapped around a small glass bottle that had been carefully secured in the middle of her clothes and yanked it out along with one of her old shirts. They’d been saving it for emergencies, using it to sterilize what they could, but she needed it for something else now. Her face stung from the cold wind and her hands shook, but she managed to tear cloth and shove it into the liquor bottle, saturating the fabric, before she put her pack back on and stood.

Time to make a big fucking distraction.

Blocking the wind with her hands, she lit a match and watched as the tip of the cloth burned bright with flames.

With a snarl, she tossed the molotov through the window of the next building, ducking down and watching as the flames exploded inside. Screams and shouts followed, telling her there had been people inside, and she waited for more voices to join them. Someone would investigate or come outside.

Like clockwork, a man rushed out into the cold and she gripped her bloody knife at the familiar face. One of the men that had come back with Ellie. He cursed and ran through the snow, yelling that he was going to grab the fire extinguisher next door while the others scrambled to put the flames out. She followed, quiet, lava flowing through her and teeth bared. She couldn’t even feel the cold anymore.

The wind blocked any sound she made as she rushed after him into the alley and lunged, shoving him into the cold brick wall with a loud crack. She growled and grabbed his hair, gripping it tightly and smashing it into the bricks once then twice. He tried to push away and turn, but she kneed him hard in the spine, driving him to his knees. “Where is the girl?” she snarled into his ear, knife to his throat. Blood poured down an open wound on his forehead, one eye blinded by red, as he finally took in who had grabbed him, “fuck you,” “Wrong answer,” she yanked his hair and slammed it into the wall again. When he went to raise his hand to fight her, she stabbed the blade through his hand and into the ground. His screams were carried away by the wind and snow, the shouts of his group telling her they were still distracted by the fire. “The girl your group grabbed,” the words were all razors and broken glass, almost the sound of an animal snarl, “Where did you take her?” He sneered at her, trying to put on a strong front through the pain, “That bitch is probably soup by now.” She stepped on the knife, the blade so far in his hand the hilt was pressing against the back, “I can make this last a fucking lifetime. Your choice. Where-” “Please, don’t-” Frustrated, she ripped the knife out and placed the tip just inside his mouth, “Last chance. Where is she?” The tip clinked against his teeth and he hung his mouth open to avoid being cut, his beard a mess of blood and spit and green eyes wide with fear finally. She tried not to feel satisfaction as seeing that, understanding setting in for him. He lifted his bloody hand and tried to point across the street, stuttering out, “Steakhouse. The fucking steakhouse. David has her in there.” She looked at him, eye swollen, and blood coating the front of his face, clearly terrified.

Slowly, she took the blade away, watching his lips wobble with sobs and slight relief. Then she slit his throat, continuing to move behind the buildings even as his blood sprayed out and soaked her clothes and his pleas gurgled and quieted.

The steakhouse was a few more buildings down across the street, “Todd’s Steakhouse” still written on the sign out front. The storm was a blizzard now, sharp stinging snow hitting her skin and turning the blood on her into patches of ice. There were yells, panicked screams, and she wondered if they had found the bodies. If they had found the blood and chaos she had left in her wake.

But with a destination in sight, she had let her guard down and she cursed herself later on for it. Arms wrapped around her torso, crushing the rifle into her back, and she kicked at the air as she was dragged back against a brick wall.

“You fucking bitch!” Screamed into her ear and she was tossed to the ground, teeth clattering from the impact.

A kick landed in her stomach and she grunted, the air leaving her lungs, but she had enough sense to grab onto the leg and cling to it. The move caught the man off balance and he tripped, falling to the ground next to her. Her blade was somewhere in the snow and she struggled to dig around for it, sharp steel nicking her fingers as she found it only to be thrown onto her back.

The man climbed on top of her, straddling her waist, his weight so heavy and her pack on her back making the move crushing. She grit her teeth and bucked, thrashing to try and get him off of her. But he only grinned, pulling back and decking her in the face. Stars lit up behind her eyes, a high pitch ringing all she could hear as pain exploded through her head.

He pulled back to punch again and her fingers found the cold metal in the snow. She wrapped her hand around it, feeling the sharp steel cut into her palm as she grabbed it by the blade instead of the hilt, and stabbed it into his lower throat. She didn’t stop, only switching to pull it out by its handle this time, and stabbed again and again, blood reigning down onto her.

With a howl, she shoved him off of her and sent a final stab into his face, snow soaking into her and pain a radiating heat. Everything hurt and it was an effort to get up and roll onto her side, staring at the decimated body next to her.

She spit blood on him and stood. There was smoke coming from all around her, the fire having caught from the molotov and moving on building to building. Across the way, smoke could be seen from the steakhouse and she swallowed her pain, letting adrenaline carry her to the front doors. Her hands shook as she tried the handles, pulling again and again but they stayed locked and shut. Growling, she threw her shoulder into it. She was so close. She had found the place and was so close and a locked fucking door was all that was keeping her away. Her breathing was quick and frantic as she looked over the front and tried to reason that there had to be a back door or an employee entrance. Her hands skimmed the wall to try and keep upright, knowing soon the exhaustion and pain would take over, but she tried to push it back. Ellie had to be close. She needed to keep going a little bit further and then she’d get her kid and they’d go get Joel.

Her steps stumbled and she pushed off the wall, screaming at herself to stay steady. There, she could see the back door. Plain and wooden, easy enough to shoot the lock off and get inside. With shaky fingers, she unhooked the rifle from her shoulder, the weight of it almost unbearable, and took two shots to get the lock blown off. Her legs were shaky as she climbed the few steps and opened the door, smoke pouring out. She coughed and tried to wave it away, stepping inside and feeling the heat. She had taken only a few steps into the building and stopped, hearing a familiar voice. “Red?” Relief flooded her, eyes instantly filling with tears, as Ellie emerged from the smoke not too far in front of her. Ellie was there, hair a mess and half tumbling out of her ponytail, blood splattered and smeared all over her face and clothes. It took her a while to realize she was standing there, actually standing there, watching as the girl stumbled forward and wrapped her arms tightly around her waist.

Smoke and fire was all around them, but she couldn’t care because she had Ellie and they were both alive and safe now. With shaky hands, she managed to direct them back out of the building and into the cold, fresh air. Her promise rang in her ears and she whispered them out loud as she clung to the girl, “I found you. I found you. I’ll always find you.” And she had, but not quick enough. She knew that something awful had happened, that Ellie was now one step closer to being what her and Joel were. The tough exterior had crumbled away and all that was left was a shocked girl who’d had a piece of her soul cleaved away. Her nose was busted and she knew that look in her eyes, the horror and pain at doing something ugly but necessary. Ellie’s lips were shaking as she looked her over and she was so focused on the girl she almost didn’t see Joel coming around the corner. Joel, standing and whole and alive, coming towards them like Ellie was a gravity well pulling both of them towards her. His eyes met hers and the relief was bright, even if she was dripping in blood. But Ellie hadn’t noticed the shift in attention, hadn’t heard his steps, and when he went to grab her she bucked and thrashed in his arms in sheer desperation. So much like her, a wild animal fighting not to be caged. Her heart tore apart, shredded to pieces, at the painful screams then broken sobs as she realized who was holding on to her.

Joel only kept whispering, “It’s me, it’s me, I’m here.” “He- I-” she stuttered, eyes glazed and searching both of theirs. Joel held on with all his might, trying to ease her, gentle words soothing. And the girl crumbled, falling into his arms and clinging to him tightly as much as he was clinging to her. His eyes met hers and she let the exhaustion hit her and carry her towards them, falling to her knees and wrapping her arms around them both. All three of them, blood soaked, finally home with each other.

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katbakubae · 8 months

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AFABreaderxBakugou

Synopsis: Sick of your boyfriends lack of time with you because of his busy schedule, you decided to take some time for yourself. Unfortunately, letting that happen was never an option for him.

The post that inspired this fic:

CW: smut, language, dom!Bakugou, possessiveness, jealousy, (mild) stalking, name calling, spanking, rough oral.

One-shot

Word count: 4,411

You couldn’t believe your asshole of a boyfriend.

Actually, you could, but that was beside the point. He was always doing this shit lately, pissing you off. You watched with heated eyes as he continued training two hours past when he said he’d be done. Two hours past the time you got here and an hour late for your dinner reservation.

You understood he was busy, you knew that when you got in a relationship with him, and you supported him. However, as his girlfriend, was it too much to ask that he give you even 5% of his time? What were you even doing here?

That was stupid, you knew what you were doing here. You loved him so much that you couldn’t breathe. But…how could you have a relationship like this? You didn’t feel like a priority. He couldn’t even stop training long enough to take you to a dinner he had made reservations for. He wasn’t on duty, and he knew you were waiting.

Anger and hurt flushed your body at the disrespect to your feelings and time—you made your decision quickly as you stood up and left the training room. Part of you wondered if he’d even notice. Is that where you were in your relationship? It had been this way for months. At first, you didn’t complain at all; you tried to be understanding. Then, you’d tentatively told him you weren’t seeing him often. He said he realized that, and he’d work to make more time for you.

He hadn’t. You’d been more than patient. You hardly felt like you were a part of his life anymore. You hated to think it, but part of you even began to wonder if he was cheating on you. Typically, he got home after you’d fallen asleep, even when you tried to wait for him. As a new hero, his hours were brutal. When you woke up for work, you wouldn’t wake him with your needs…you knew he was exhausted.

Your eyes burned with tears as you quickly packed a bag. You weren’t sure you were strong enough to actually leave him, but you needed some time to yourself. You needed to think about your relationship with Katsuki, and where it was going...or wasn’t going.

You cried as you got in your car and left your home you’d shared with him the past year as you headed to Mina’s house.

Mina was shocked when you showed up at her doorstep, looking miserable with a suitcase. Of course, she immediately let you in. She’d made you some hot tea, you tearfully let her know everything that was going on. Her brows kept furrowing as she listened intently, but you could see that she was getting angry on your behalf as well.

“I’m so sorry, hun,” Mina said softly when you finished talking, putting her hand on your forearm, “I’m not trying to defend him, but I don’t think he’s cheating on you. He doesn’t have time for you, let alone anyone else,” she said softly, and you sighed.

You rubbed your face, pausing when your phone started going off. Your heart raced when you saw it was Katsuki. You stared at your phone on the table as the call finished, but it immediately started ringing again. You picked it up and opened your texts as your phone continued to ring from his constant calls.

I’m okay, Katsuki. I just need some time to myself. Don’t worry about me.

You sent him the text, the calls pausing as you watched him immediately begin typing.

What the fuck does that mean?! WHERE ARE YOU?

You sighed, and began typing again.

I’m safe.

“He’s probably losing it,” Mina spoke up with a frown, “I understand why you’re angry, and wanting time is fair but Bakugo is…Bakugo.” She chuckled, making you smile weakly. You knew exactly what she meant. He wasn’t the type to just…let things happen that he didn’t like.

You better tell me where you’re at right the fuck now!

You frowned. He wasn’t in the place to be making demands. When you didn’t immediately text back, he began calling again. You sighed and powered your phone down.

“I just…I’m not happy, but I love him so much, you know?” You told Mina in a dejected voice, “I can’t continue like this, I can’t bear it…but I don’t think I can leave him. What should I do?”

Mina sighed, giving you a small smile. “I think you should try to make it work with Bakugo. I think he loves you…he’s just so focused on being the number one hero, he sometimes doesn’t see much else,” Mina said, rubbing your arm.

“Then maybe…he doesn’t need me,” I whispered, tears blurring my vision, “I never see him Mina. No relationship would survive this.”

“I know, I-“ Mina stopped as there was a sudden, loud knock on Mina's door.

“PINKIE! OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR! I KNOW SHE’S IN THERE!”

Your eyes widened as anger immediately swelled inside you.

Oh so now he cares?

“Mina, I’m so sorry. I’ll deal with it,” you said stiffly and Katsuki continued to bang on the door. You hurried and ripped it open, your heart lurching when you saw your sweaty boyfriend standing on the doorstep. He was still in his training clothes, his ash blonde hair hanging over his furious, crimson eyes. He must have finally noticed you left and immediately set out to look for you. His strong chest was heaving as he gave you a furious look, and you gave him one right back.

“What the HELL-“

“Shhh!” You snapped, putting your hands on your hips, “this is Mina’s house! You can’t cause a scene here-“

“THE HELL I CAN’T!” He roared, his body shaking furiously, “You think you can just fuckin’ walk out on me?!”

Anger coursed through your body as you took a calming breath, trying not to incite your explosive boyfriend further, given you weren’t at home. “I’m allowed to have time to myself. What do you care, anyways? I’m amazed you even noticed I wasn’t there! I need time to think-“

“To think?! About what!” He cut in with a snap, his chest heaving a little harder. Though his face was enraged, you saw the panic in his crimson eyes, “About leaving me?! You got a fuckin’ problem, you talk to me about it! You don’t do this shit-“

“I HAVE tried to talk to you about it!” You hissed, your jaw locking in fury and his furious look dimmed slightly, “you didn’t listen or care, I don’t know,” you huffed, crossing your arms, “you need time to decide if there’s room for me in your life, because right now, there’s not. And I need to decide whether I can do this or not…”

His brows shot up, his furious look snapped right back on his face as he crossed the threshold, making you gasp as he grabbed your upper arms.

“Of course there’s room for you in my life, and of course I care, shitty woman!” He growled down at you, your heart aching when you saw hurt in his ruby eyes, “I fuckin’ love you, and you’re telling me you don’t know whether you want to fuckin’ be with me or not?” He hissed, his grip tightening on your upper arms.

“If you love me, then act like it,” you emphasized, pursing your lips in indignation, “you act like you don’t care whether I’m there or not. We haven’t even had sex-“

“You’re actin’ like a fuckin’ brat because we haven’t fucked in a hot minute?” He scoffed, “I shoulda known, you’re such a fuckin’ slut you can barely go a day without a cock buried in ya, huh?”

Your face immediately became burning hot as you heard Mina clear her throat in the background. “I’ll, uh, go see Kiri for a little while and let you guys talk…” she said awkwardly as you both turned to look at her. She looked equally amused and awkward as you felt guilty.

“No, Mina. This is your house, we can just-“

“It’s okay!” Mina cut in with a laugh, shaking her head. “I promised that big lug I’d see him this weekend and it’s still early,” she shrugged, you and Katsuki moving out of the way as she slipped through the door, “you two fix whatever this is, because you’re too cute of a couple to throw the towel in.”

Katsuki snorted as Mina grinned happily and left. Immediately, Katsuki shut the door as you crossed your arms over your chest and gave him a dirty look.

“Do you have any fuckin’ idea what you put me through?” He said in a low voice, his hands clenching at his sides, “I saw you were gone, so I went home with a gift to apologize and you were fuckin’ gone. I called and I called and you fuckin’ ignored me. What the fuck is wrong with you? You get pissed off, so you let me think you’re dead, you fuckin’ brat?!”

You frowned. Maybe you didn’t go about this the best way, but you knew if you told him, you’d never leave. He’d try to stop you, and you knew he’d succeed.

“You ignore me constantly! I know you’re busy and I understand that, but for fucks sake, Katsuki, it’s like I don’t even exist anymore!” You cried, tears burning your eyes as his gaze narrowed on your watery eyes and broken words.

His nostrils flared. “I didn’t think it was that fuckin’ serious. You haven’t said shit,” he growled, “all you said was you hadn’t seen me much, it hardly even sounded like a complaint. You’re at fault too because you’re holding everything in and then acting like a fuckin’ brat without even giving me a chance!”

You stared at him, pursing your lips. You didn’t want to ask your boyfriend to spend time with you. He should just want to and make time for you without you harping on him about it. Was that too much to ask? By the look on his face, it seems he knew what you were thinking.

“You think I don’t miss you? You think I don’t fuckin’ know how busy I’ve been? Fuck, on patrol, I can barely even concentrate because all I want is to go home and fuck your brains out,” he growled, making your eyes go wide as he stepped closer, “You think I don’t want you? You’re all I fuckin’ think about. I don’t wake you up when I get home because I want you to have enough rest and not be sleep deprived like me. So I just jerk off next to you, looking at you in those slutty little shorts you like to wear to bed,” your eyes widened further as heat blossomed in your abdomen. You had no idea he did that… “but I ain’t being so fuckin’ curteous anymore. I’m gonna wake your ass up and put you through the fuckin’ headboard every night and you better fuckin’ take it.”

Your lips parted, a shallow breath leaving you as he looked at you with heated eyes. “It’s…it’s not just sex, I-“

His scoff cut you off. “No, but a huge part of it is. What, it’s just coincidence you lose your bratty attitude every time you’re dicked down? Don’t fuckin’ think so, princess.”

“It’s not just that-!” Your words were cut off when he roughly grabbed your cheeks and slammed his lips posessively onto yours. Your heart was immediately thundering in your chest as your hands instinctively moved up to clutch his broad shoulders. He slid his hand to your hair, gripping tightly as he devoured your lips hungrily before breaking away and running his lips to your ear.

“Nah, but it’s a good fuckin’ start,” he growled, making you gasp as he easily lifted you off your feet. You kicked your legs slightly as his heavy boots stomped across Mina’s wood floor with you.

“Katsuki, I-!” You yelped as he threw you down on Mina’s couch, grabbing your dress and yanking it down your body hurriedly, his jaw tense. He looked deranged with lust and anger as you gulped, heat building between your legs.

“Get this shit off,” he growled, grabbing the front of your bra and snapping the fabric that held your cups together. You squeaked as he ripped it from your body, his hand then curling around the band on your panties and ripping them down your legs to clearly get you naked as quickly as possible. Though he’d seen you naked many times, you still somehow found a way to be embarrassed at your own nudity as his crimson eyes hungrily looked over your skin as though he was seeing it the first time.

He was always like that.

You jolted off the couch when he immediately cupped your sex, sliding his rough and calloused fingers through your already messy folds. Katsuki was a teaser, he liked to make you beg. He generally never immediately went for it like this.

Your back arched off the couch as you let out a choked breath, his crimson eyes heatedly watching as he circled and played with your clit. He crawled over you, his other hand pinned next to your head as he roughly shoved a finger inside you, making you whimper.

“Show me how fuckin’ mad you are, princess,” he said in a dark voice. Your lips parted, but words failed you as a second finger joined his first, and he began curling his fingers exactly how you liked, his thumb gently playing with your clit as pleasure wracked your frame. “C’mon, what? Nothing to say, hah? Thought you were being a fuckin’ brat? You gonna leave me baby?” He hissed, leaning down and firmly biting your nipple, making you cry out weakly as pleasure rolled over your skin.

You felt a pang of hurt at the slight pain in his rough voice. You wanted to tell him you weren’t leaving him, that you’d never leave him…you loved him so much it scared you.

A whimper left your lips as he hotly moved his tongue over your tightened nipples, his red eyes blazing up at you. His hand was moving expertly between your legs as you began to feel the trickling of bliss start to roll over your skin at his skilled ministrations.

Your body tensed up and he suddenly removed his hand and mouth, making your eyes fly open in alarm as your body throbbed and he moved away from you. You sharply looked at him to see him standing, slowly sliding his soaked fingers in his mouth. He gave you a devilish smirk as you panted heavily in frustration, pushing yourself to your elbows.

“How about now, princess, you fuckin’ mad?” He said in a dark voice, peeling his black muscle shirt off his defined body. You huffed hotly, trying not to give him the satisfaction of begging him, even though you were throbbing needily between your legs. Your eyes widened slightly as he began unbuckling his pants, shoving them and his briefs down his strong thighs. The large appendage bobbed angrily, his flushed tip leaking profusely as you squeezed your thighs together, trying not to look as desperate as you definitely felt.

You gasped when he leaned down, his hand curling in your hair and firmly pulling you up.

“Since you don’t want to use your damn bratty mouth to speak and communicate with me, I suppose I’ll have to find another use for it,” He said sadistically, his thick and strong arm pulling, causing you to topple forward on the floor on your knees. His grip on your hair kept you upright as he chuckled darkly at your clumsiness, his cock stabbing your cheek.

“C’mon princess, open up. If you’re good, maybe I’ll give that slutty pussy what it wants,” he said darkly, prodding your lips to coax you to part your pursed lips.

You didn’t know how you felt. You were furious, but you were also extremely turned on. Your eyes blazed when he grabbed his rock hard cock and slapped your cheek a few times with it.

His eyes were fiery pits, clearly loving your stubborn defiance as he pinched your nose, making you still in shock. You tried slapping his hand away, some part of you told you to pinch his thigh. It was your safety, so you knew he’d stop if you did…wouldn’t he? Either way, you didn’t try. He grinned devilishly as you finally opened your mouth to take a deep breath. The second you exhaled, he released your nose and slid his cock roughly into your mouth.

He groaned deeply when you immediately gagged, gripping the back of your head tightly.

“C’mon, use your damn mouth for something, brat,” he demanded in a deep and husky voice, moving his hips. His abs were flexing in front of your gaze as he pumped himself into your mouth. Your eyes glazed over slightly as you began sucking him and moving your tongue around his length, making him hiss sharply.

“That’s it - good fuckin’ girl,” he groaned, a tingle traveling down your spine at his praise. You looked up at him as he thrust in your mouth, and god, he was gorgeous. His soft lips were parted in pleasure, his smooth cheeks flushed pink as his inferno eyes stared down at you with more lust than you’d ever seen in anyone. The way he always looked at you in these moments never ceased to amaze you. You felt so…wanted. Your heart began to lift slightly as emotion filled your chest, despite the fact that he was currently spearing his cock down your throat.

He suddenly yanked your head off him as you breathed heavily, a line of spit connecting your lips and his flushed head as he looked down at you. You knew you’d hurt him as you looked into his eyes, and he stared down at you.

“I love you…” you whispered, seeing his brow cock in mild surprise that you chose now to say that. He pursed his lips, his nostrils flaring as he huffed.

“Yeah? Cause it seems like you fuckin’ forgot that,” he said roughly, his hand tightening in your hair as you immediately shook your head.

“Never,” you replied instantly, a somewhat soft look briefly entering his eyes for a moment. He released your hair, just to grab your arms and easily throw you up on the couch. You felt breathless as he got on his knees on the cushions and easily spun you around, slamming your front over the back of the couch. You yelped, clutching the back as his hand came down hard on your backside, making you jolt and instinctively reach around and grab his forearm. He easily grabbed your wrists in one hand and pinned them to your lower back. His other hand came down on your opposite cheek, making you squeal and wriggle in his grasp.

You couldn’t believe Katsuki had you bent over Mina’s couch, butt naked, spanking you. You’d absolutely die if she walked in and saw this.

“Katsuki, w-what if Mina-“

“I hope she fuckin’ does, so she can see how pathetic you are for my cock,” he growled, slapping your stinging skin once more as you cried out, “what did you tell her, hah? Did you bitch and whine about how I’m an awful boyfriend? Is that what you said, brat?”

You shook your head, tears pooling in your eyes. You’d never talk too badly about him, you loved him too much…

He grunted. “I don’t fuckin’ believe you. Funny how your pussy is sloppy as fuck for your shitty fuckin’ boyfriend,” he growled, squeezing the skin of your ass harshly.

Tears rolled down your cheeks. You knew he’d never outright say it, but you knew him well enough to know you’d deeply hurt him by not communicating with him, packing a bag and leaving him to worry. You knew you were justified in how you felt, but he had a point, too. If you had confronted him more than vaguely a few months ago, this probably wouldn’t have happened.

“You’re not…I just don’t feel important to you…” you sniffled, tucking your face against the cloth of the couch.

You inhaled sharply when his strong body was draped over your back, his face rubbing against your neck as you cried softly. You could feel his stubble scraping across your skin, making a chill run down your spine as you smelt his heavy caramel and smoky scent - a product of his quirk and all the sweating he did during training.

“Don’t…ever leave me again,” he breathed in a deep voice against your ear, his grip on your wrists tightening for moments before releasing them and wrapping his arms around your waist. Your breath hitched when you felt his cock slide against your folds teasingly. “Don’t ever fuckin’ leave me again…” he repeated, tightening his hold on your waist, “if you ever fuckin’ left me…I don’t…” he shook slightly against your back, as though the very thought made him tremble with despair, “I’d fuckin’ lose it. No one can have you but me - nobody,”

You gripped the back of the couch, crying out loudly as he entered you in one fluid thrust before you could respond. He didn’t want a response, any moment of vulnerability was cut short the second he said what he needed to say. It’s just the way he was.

“Fuck,” he groaned hotly in your ear, gripping your hips as he panted. Your eyes fluttered, lips parting as he began rolling his hips into you, bearing down on your body with his. The squelching noise from how soaked you were almost made you cringe, but you were too blissed out to think about being embarrassed. “Slutty pussy drippin’ down my balls,” he hissed darkly, sliding his hand to the front of your throat and giving you a hot, open mouthed kiss on your shoulder as he leaned up. He held your throat and began a brutal pace, lurching you forward into the couch as you whined and gripped the fabric harshly.

“Fuckin’ hell, princess,” he grunted as you pushed back into his brutal thrusts, your mouth falling open, “such a fuckin’ hopeless slut, aren’t you?” He growled, his grip on your throat tightening a fraction.

He slapped his hand across your ass once more, making you squeak as he continued to roughly slam you into the couch. “Tryin’ to act like you don’t want it so fuckin’ bad. Do I have to re-train this slutty pussy of yours?” He growled, moans tumbling from your lips as you felt the beginnings of your climax starting to inch across your body. You were so fucking close…

“Katsuki…” you moaned, biting your lip, “please…” you whined, feeling feverish and desperate as he slammed into you, his thick cock sliding against your walls and stroking the fire inside you. Your thighs were trembling as you tethered on the edge, pushing back into him messily.

“C’mon, cum on your shitty boyfriends cock, princess,” he snapped, curling his hand in your hair and harshly yanking your head back as the bliss of your climax crashed into you and you cried out loudly, jerking against him as you fluttered around him. He hissed through his teeth, a grunt leaving his lips as he grabbed both your hips. You were draped over the couch limply as he roughly chased his own release, feeling like a fucked out doll that couldn’t even move.

“Fuck, gonna cum inside you…fuck, that’s it baby,” he groaned, sounding desperate and gripping your hips harshly as he pulled you back against his him. He was moving at a bruising pace that was getting uncoordinated and sloppy as he got close. “Gonna…fuckin’ take it,” he growled, slamming his hips against yours as he pulsed inside of you, make you gasp as he groaned in pleasure. You could feel his strong thighs trembling against yours as he rutted against you, his fingers leaving bruises on your soft skin as he panted harshly.

You were both quiet for moments as you tried to catch your breath. You certainly hadn’t expected this to happen, but you couldn’t lie and say it wasn’t a pleasant surprise.

Damn him. There was no way you weren’t going to go back home with him, and he likely knew it.

“I’ll take more time and I’ll wake your ass up when I get home, alright?” He said in a gruff voice, leaning down and rubbing his face against your hair, “and don’t tell me to not wake you up to fuck, too late for that shit.”

You couldn’t stop yourself when a laugh bubbled from your throat as he grunted and pulled out, quickly moving fabric between your legs to stop his cum from dripping onto Minas couch. You turned to look, seeing he was cleaning you with his own shirt. You smirked, shaking your head as you sat up and began grabbing the clothes he ripped off, getting dressed as he pulled his pants up, his ripped upper body on display. He always made sure to clean you up afterwards, and though his brows were pinched in irritation, he’d still take care of you.

“Practice ran longer than expected, but I had shit planned,” he said roughly, rubbing his hand over his undercut and then crossing his arms, “I’ve had a lot of shit to do lately. I’m not stupid, I fuckin’ know I ain’t been there enough. But fuck, it’s temporary. Can’t you just bear with me? Damn woman, you don’t have to try to leave me-“

“I wasn’t leaving, Katsuki!” You exclaimed, waving your arms out, “I was feeling really negative and I just needed space to…think!”

“About what?” He snapped, walking up to you and wrapping his arms around you, yanking you against his naked chest, “you just wanted to fuckin’ punish me instead of just talkin’ to me.”

You pursed your lips. Was that even true? Did you just want to make him think he was losing you?

You sighed, pushing your forehead against his chest. “Can we just…go home? Mina should be back soon.”

“So? She already missed the show,” Katsuki snorted, making you smile as you looked up at him, propping your chin on his chest.

“I love you, Katsuki.”

He smirked, “I love you too, fuckin’ brat.”

A/N: I’m currently working on my other pieces! Since it’s been a while, I decided to upload this one from my drafts in the mean time! 💗

#mha #bnha #boku no hero acedamia #bakugo #bakugou #bakugou x you #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader

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exhaslo · 8 months

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Kinktober Day 8- Reno x Bullied! Reader

The Bookkeeping department; always forgotten by the other branches of Shinra. It was hilarious with how bad the Bookkeeping department was treated since it was the only thing helping Shinra run. If it weren't for this department then nothing would run in this damn city. Bookkeeping was so important; yet you felt like it was just an excuse to get yelled out by everyone.

You tried your best to work quietly in your little cubicle. Most of your coworkers kept to themselves, it was just your boss and her little group that harassed you. All for something so dumb. You were being bullied just because you were friends with some of the Turks. More specifically Reno. You and Reno had been friends since you started working at Shinra. It wasn't like you planned on it, he was the one who kept approaching you.

Hearing the loud clicks of heels, you flinched and quickly lowered your head. Your (e/c) orbs trying to find something on your computer important enough to distract you.

"Files these in alphabetical order," Your boss said as she and her groupies threw a pile of folders on your desk. Your eyes widen,

"T-This will take me all day! I have to submit last month's Turk expens-"

"Sounds like you're pulling overtime then."

Your heart sank as you watched your horrible boss leave. No one ever offered to help. No one ever tried to stop her. You were just trapped in a cycle of pain and misery. The amount of times that you went home late or skipped meals because of work was starting to take a toll on your body.

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"Hiya, (y/n), how's it going on those reports?" Reno asked you, stopping by your cubicle during lunch, "Hm? Where's your food?"

"Can't eat. I have to work on all this paperwork...Hopefully, I have your reports done by the end of the day." You replied lowly. Reno glanced at your desk before looking around the large office,

"Everyone else is on lunch, but you."

"I was given extra work."

"Again?" He jumped over the cubicle, standing beside you now, "Why don't we go on vacation?" He offered. You could only glance up at him, forcing a smile,

"I can't afford to go on vacation. My hours haven't registered...So I can't..."

"Well judging by the bags under your eyes, you're all packed up and ready to go."

Your lips rolled up into a smile as you laughed at him. Reno rubbed your head, enjoying the smile he finally brought to your face. He eyed the paperwork once more. Only you had to deal with all this shit. The hardest worker in this department, which was why he and Tseng trusted you to do the Turks finances. Upon hearing laugher, Reno furrowed his brows as he watched the Bookkeeping head-your boss, enter with most of the other workers.

"Oh! Reno! What a surprise!" She said with a high chirp. Reno ruffled your hair,

"I'll stop by later," He whispered to you before walking by the others, "Just checking on reports. Keep up the good work."

You watched in awe as Reno cheerfully left with everyone in awe before him. He was so charming. If only you had the courage to tell him to find someone else to hang out with. You loved Reno, but he was the reason you were being bullied. Gripping one of the folders in your hand, you watched as your boss gave you a glare. There it was. You were not going home tonight. You just knew it.

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Your body leaned forward towards your desk as you tried to stay awake. It was reaching nine at night and you had finally finished organizing the paperwork your boss gave you. Now you just had to finish the finance report for the Turks. Your stomach growled, causing you to curl in pain. You had skipped lunch and when you were going to eat your lunch for dinner, it was soaked. You were starving, tired and ready to cry.

"Thought you'd still be here." Reno whispered as he appeared behind you. Your head leaned back, resting against his chest,

"Reno?"

"Who else?" Reno noticed your computer, "Meh, that paperwork can be turned in tomorrow. C'mon, let's go."

"I can't. Tseng trusted-"

"And I told Tseng that you got caught up with last minute paperwork,"

Before you could protest, Reno lifted you up from your seat. You complained quietly as he dragged you farther away from your desk. Reno just chuckled lowly to himself. Finally, you gave into him and followed to where he was taking you. Your eyes widen as Reno took you to your supervisor's office, which was a floor right above everyone's. It was perfectly placed to watch everyone at their desks. You were confused and tried to get his attention.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Reno smirked as he opened the door to the office, "Oh, how fancy! This will do nicely!"

"Reno! What are we doing here?" You asked.

Reno took you to the desk, clearing it off. He plopped you down, fixing the strands of hair on your face. Your cheeks started to burn as he stared directly into your eyes.

"Getting revenge on your shitty boss." He said with a smirk, leaning forward to kiss you, "Can't directly do anything to her yet, so why don't we have some fun instead?"

"Ah-Yet? Reno-"

You were at a loss for words. You weren't sure if you should bring up the kiss or his comment first. Reno kissed you again before you can try and formulate the thought. His hands stroking down your side. This was not happening. It couldn't be. You would have never thought that Reno's touch would be so gentle. So forward. Pressing your chest against his, you melted into his kiss. You had been dreaming of this.

You parted your lips to breathe, but were caught by Reno once more. He spread your legs out, allowing him to lean into your body against the desk. You felt him slowly rub against your clothed cunt. Your body was starting to feel warm as the friction continued. Reno smiled into his kisses, his hands undoing each of your buttons of your shirt.

"Well, well, what do we have here? Such a cute bra you got on." His smirk only widen. You bit your lower lip,

"Reno...Do you like me? I, um..." You felt hesitant, "Is it okay for me to like you?" Your question made Reno laugh loudly,

"I wouldn't have gotten to know you otherwise. You're just my type and I hate the fact that everyone walks all over you," He undid your bra, soaking in your exposed tits, "But that will end soon enough."

"What do you mean?" You asked, but quickly muffled a moan as he started to play with your breasts. Reno stared into your eyes, loving the new sparkle you had,

"You'll find out soon enough, for now, let's make a mess of this office."

You gasped as Reno took one of your nipples in his mouth. You arched backwards slightly, trembling from the feeling. Another whiny moan came out as you felt his hands slide under your shorts. His fingers toying with your sensitive bud. Tingles were firing through you body like fireworks. Never had you felt this good. Reno was making you feel so good. Shaking as your body started to burn, you felt a pool of heat forming. It was growing bigger the more he played with your clit.

"Re...Reno," You whimpered, holding onto his head as he went to attack the other nipple.

You legs began to tremble as your pussy started to throb. Reno's fingers worked faster, making that pool of heat growing bigger by the second. Unable to hold out much longer, you cried out as you cam. Reno moved away from your chest, observing your face. You were catching your breathe. Reno could only chuckle as he watched you bite your lip as he dove his fingers into your throbbing hole. He entered two fingers, enjoying you clench onto them.

"Who needs R&R when I got you," Reno said with a grin, enjoying your blissed out face, "Ya know, Rude was placing a bet on you. He wanted to see if you'd make the first move."

"He did?" You asked before moaning once more as he curled his fingers.

"I didn't want him to win that bet," Reno used his other hand to slide you shorts down, "Besides, I don't think I was patient enough to wait for you to tell me you loved me,"

You let out a whine as Reno removed his fingers. He undid his pants and stroked his cock before you. You laid against the desk, spreading you legs out for him. You were glad he decided to win that bet. Who knows when you were ever going to confess to him. You cried out as Reno started to push his cock into your pussy. It hurt at first, but he let you relax to his size once he was all the way in. You felt so full. Every time your pussy throbbed, you squirmed, wanting him to move.

"Now, now," Reno held your waist as he started to thrust his hips into yours, "We need to make a mess here, remember?"

You were a moaning mess as your arms wrapped around Reno's shoulders. He was hitting you just right. His cock thrusting inside your folds with force each time. It sent jolts of pleasure throughout your body. Feeling that pool of heat return, you cried out another orgasm. Reno groaned softly, move you against the desk, dropping some stuff on the floor.

"Your shitty boss won't have any idea that she will be working on a desk covered in your juices," Reno laughed, "She won't know that we fucked in her office at all. Why don't we do it in her fancy chair next?"

"Mhpm, R-Reno~" You moaned as he kept pounding into you, not letting you rest from your high.

"She's got a couch here too. Maybe we can go there tomorrow," He smirked.

Reno let out a small cuss as he felt himself getting close. He kissed you again before pulling out and cumming on your stomach. The two of you went to catch your breathe before Reno sat you up. He fixed your hair once more, taking a good look at your face. Kissing you again, Reno proceeded to fix your clothes.

"But that can wait for tomorrow. One day at a time for revenge, let's go back to my place and eat. I'm starving,"

"I'd like that," You replied, leaning onto him as he lifted you up from the desk, "So...about what you said before?"

"Hm? Oh, nothing much to it. Just going to make you our personal record keeper. We could always use another Turk," He said with a grin, making sure to leave the office door open, "Whoops-"

"Reno!" You huffed as he broke a flower vase that your boss liked, "She's going to know!"

"No she won't. Had the cameras shut off, why else did I fuck you in the office?"

Your face turned bright red as you complained to him. Some friend he was! Unable to stop smiling, you grabbed Reno's hand, intertwining them. Yeah, Reno was a lousy friend, but he'd make a better boyfriend.

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make my heart surrender | carmen berzatto x fem!reader | chapter seven: tuesday, again

pairing: carmen berzatto x fem!reader

warnings: lots of swearing, tooth-rotting fluff, use of she/her pronouns, friends to lovers, references to sex, no use of y/n, second person pov, happy ending

word count: 3.8k

summary: you left your heart in chicago, so the only logical conclusion you've come to, is that you have to go back.

a/n: ok this author's note may be a long one. WOW. can i just say 'wow' holy shit?! i wrote this story in a week because inspiration struck and i couldn't get these characters, or this story, out of my freaking head. i am beyond grateful to any and all that read, liked, reblogged, or commented. thank you for being cheerleaders for me, carmy, and this story. i am truly so in love with these characters it hurts, so thank you for encouraging me to continue this love affair.

that being said, i am not done with these two at all. i have a few companion pieces i'm working on right now: a playlist, a headcanon, and maybe even a oneshot (or a few but who's counting)? thank you again for reading. please enjoy.

read: part six | masterlist

Tuesday, again.

It’s Tuesday again and your time in Chicago has come to an end. Carmy had stayed the night with you at your airbnb. But morning came, and he left early to start his morning at the restaurant. Truthfully, he just hadn’t wanted to watch you pack – couldn’t get out of there fast enough when you’d opened your suitcase. You noticed how much it bothered him, letting him know that you’d stop by the restaurant before heading to the airport.

And that was that. You’d gone your separate ways before, and you’d go your separate ways again – just for a little bit. And it wouldn't be like last the last time. It’s bittersweet – leaving today – but you keep reminding yourself of the conversation you’d had yesterday about the future of your relationship. You wanted to be with him, and Carmy wanted to be with you. The rest, you’d figure out as you go.

Your boyfriend.

It felt strange – even if he’d basically already been your unofficial platonic boyfriend back in New York. Adding a title to it was a whole other ball game.

New.

Never did you think, as you were preparing for this trip, that you’d return back home with Carmy as yours. You thought maybe you’d talk about what happened -- smooth things over -- but that would be that, and you’d go back to being friends. After this week, you were starting to believe you were never supposed to be just friends.

You had a feeling none of your friends would be surprised when you shared the news – not in the least.

You finish packing up your things, double checking that you haven’t left anything behind before heading to the restaurant. It’s about thirty minutes to lunch service, and since they’re not open just yet, you enter through the back door one last time for what feels like could be a while.

And there it is again: that bittersweet feeling.

“Chef!” Tina says, her eyes lighting up as she sees you. “You headin’ out today?”

“Hey, T,” you reply. “Yeah, I’m heading to the airport after this. Just wanted to stop by before I go.”

“Well you better come back soon,” she says almost as if it’s a threat, and you laugh in response.

“Of course.”

“There she is!” Marcus hollers across the kitchen, as soon as he spots you. “Damn. What am I gonna do with you?”

“Uh… keep doin’ what you’re doing and kill it?” you reply, eliciting a proud smile from him.

“Seriously. This last week… I’ve learned so much from you. Thank you,” he says, his gratitude evident in his voice.

“No, thank you, Marcus,” you answer, genuinely. “I haven’t felt this inspired in… well a while. I want to be kept up on all your new flavor pairings. Just remember. I’m only a text away.”

“Yes, chef,” he replies, moving in to give you a hug.

He wraps his arms around you and you hug him back. Boy, is it bittersweet. How, in one week, have you gotten so attached?

“Hey! I want in!” another voice chimes in, as you and Marcus’ hug comes to an end.

“Syd!”

You smile, greeting Sydney with a hug – a hello goodbye kind of hug.

“You better come visit me in New York,” you insist. You’re not sure how long you’ll be there, but you say it anyways, just in case it’s a while.

You watch as Sydney and Marcus exchange glaces.

“What?”

“Nothin’, chef,” Marcus answers, almost too quickly.

Sydney shrugs, “I don’t know. Just uh, wondering how long you’ll be there for.” She’s prodding and she knows it. You decide not to ask what she means by it.

“Well, if it ends up being longer… than I expect, you better come up,” you clarify.

“Okay, yes. I definitely will,” Sydney agrees with a nod, before pulling you in for one more hug.

“Hey, cousin said you’re headin’ out so Ebra’s made you a sandwich for the trip, babe. We’ll see ya around soon,” Richie greets, interrupting your moment with Sydney and Marcus.

Richie, whose affection seems to catch you off guard, slings an arm around you, handing you the sandwich that Ebraheim has so kindly wrapped up for you.

“Cousin!” Richie shouts, in search of Carmy.

“Jesus Christ, it’s ten in the morning. Are we already starting the yelling this early or-?” Carmy calls back to him. He bursts through the doors from where he’s been fixing something up in the front of house dining area. He stops as soon as he sees you.

“Hey.”

“Hey yourself,” you reply, taking in the image of his unruly curls, white t-shirt, and blue apron you've gotten so used to over the last few days.

It’s almost as if everyone else but Richie tries to make themselves as busy as possible – to give you two a chance to say goodbye. You can hear Marcus and Sydney making themselves scarce as Angel and Manny turn the sink water back on.

“I just uh-, wanted to stop by before heading to the airport,” you say, unsure of just how much everyone else knows about you and Carmy’s current relationship. “Say goodbye to everyone.”

It’s clear that they know something’s up, but you still have your reservations about kissing him in front of everyone.

“What do you mean?" Richie asks, glaring at Carmy. "This asshat’s not takin’ you to the airport?”

Richies practically shouting for the entire kitchen to hear, causing you and Carmy both to take a breath. You exchange a ‘here we go again’ look as Richie continues on.

“What kind of-, I swear to god, cousin-.”

“Richie!” you hear Tina snap, looking up from her prep station. “Shut the fuck up and give them a minute, you old bitch.”

Richie throws his hands up, before bowing out of the conversation, leaving just you and Carmy in the middle of the walkway. You can hear Richie and Tina bickering in hushed tones over by the stove, earning a quiet laugh from you.

Your heart aches in the best way as you commit this moment to memory.

God, you're going to miss this.

“You wanna..?” Carmy asks, nodding his head in the direction of the back door.

You nod in agreement, letting him lead you back out to the alley.

And now it’s really just the two of you, and while it’s not the most romantic of backgrounds, you’re going to work with what you’ve got. Carmy seems nervous as he fidgets with the ties of his apron.

“You uh, you sure you don’t want me to take you to the airport?” Carmy asks hesitantly, thinking back to Richie’s earlier comment.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” you answer with confidence. “Besides, I’d never want to take you away from these guys. You open in a few anyway.”

He smiles, accepting your answer. It’s something he loves about you: that you get it. You understand that sometimes the food’s gotta come first.

You didn’t know why it felt so weird – so challenging, awkward, strange – to say goodbye to him. Because it wasn’t really a goodbye. And it also was and you’re not sure if you have a name for this feeling yet.

“Carm?”

“Yeah?”

Instead of answering with words, you just reach over, grabbing that beautiful head of hair of his, and you kiss him. He tastes of the cigarette he smoked on his walk to The Bear and the Altoid mint he had later in his office in anticipation of your arrival. You want to memorize each and every part of this: the way he smells, the way he tastes, the way his hands feel on you. He pulls you in, wrapping his arms around you as you continue your passionate make out – your passionate goodbye kiss – in the alleyway behind the restaurant.

Your kisses begin to slow down, and before you know it, you’re pulling away from him.

“Text me when you land, okay?” he asks, a hopeful look in his eyes.

You nod, “Yes. Yeah. I will.”

And you want to turn to go, but you can’t yet, so you add, “Thanks for inviting me out here.”

He laughs dryly, leaving one more kiss on your lips for the road.

“Thanks for coming to see me. I’ll see you soon.”

A few Tuesdays later

It takes exactly five minutes of being back in New York to realize that Chicago is where you need to be. You don’t regret asking for time to think, but you almost felt silly to worry that you wouldn’t come to this conclusion. You have to go back: to the restaurant, to purpose, to Carmy.

You let yourself think through every little detail, and in each scenario, you know that Chicago is where you’re supposed to be. It had, afterall, been everything you’d felt you were missing.

Your heart was there, and for once, you were going to let yourself follow it.

You’d just needed some time to let your head and your heart catch up – get on the same page – and wrapping things up in New York gave you that time to get clear that this was your next step.

Not that you mind letting the man you adored and some very hot sex cloud your judgment.

It takes a few weeks, but you and Carmy text every day, even on the busy days. Some days you text a lot, and some it’s just a few exchanges: a ‘good morning’ text, a ‘thinking of you,’ and a ‘goodnight’ text when he’s wrapped up at the restaurant. But it doesn’t bother you. You know what it’s like. Other days, you’re able to sneak in a phone call… maybe even a FaceTime… and if you’re really lucky, you get to talk for hours before either of you realize it’s two in the morning and you should’ve been asleep a long time ago.

People are always coming and going in New York City. It’s why it’s not hard to find a sublet for your apartment, and once you’ve set the ball in motion, it feels impossible to backtrack. After you find the subletter, you tell the restaurant that you’re not coming back and they’re not happy with your decision. You tell them you’re moving to Chicago and only a few people left on staff understand why. Your friends who know you and Carmy aren’t surprised – just as you expected – and by the end of your happy hour catch up, they’re halfway to booking you a ticket to Chicago for that night.

Your parents on the other hand are less than ecstatic. They have more questions, more hesitations, and they want to make sure you’re thinking things through. You tell them that you have, that you’ve combed through every possible scenario, and each time you come to the conclusion that this is what you have to do.

But they’re happy you’re happy. They say they’ve never seen you like this and you agree. You’ve never felt this way before either.

You’ve got to stay just a little longer – make sure you can get all your shit sold or moved. Because you’re a responsible adult even when you hate being a responsible adult. It takes a few more days to get an available U-Haul, and you’re all packed up. You’d called Carmy earlier to tell him, but he’s not answering his phone. Sydney hadn’t been in touch either, so you figured they were slammed at the restaurant.

Holy shit. This is really happening, you think to yourself.

With one foot over the ledge already, you’re off.

Wednesday, again.

You’ve set him up so well that if he blows it, you’re gonna be pissed. All he has to do is be his normal, annoying, crass self.

C’mon, Richie, you think to yourself, pleading with the gods that this goes the way you hope it will.

As you’d told him your plan, he seemed more than happy to oblige. Just rile him up a little just to make the surprise that much better. Richie wouldn’t miss out on an opportunity like that, would he? You can hear shouting coming from the kitchen, and can tell your plan has been set in motion.

“Richie, what the fuck are you talking about? They said what? Who?” Carmy asks, frustratedly.

Yesterday’s dinner service was a shitshow. It’d been slower for lunch this afternoon, and he berates himself for being naive enough to think that he could catch his breath today. The last thing he needed after yesterday was some food critic coming into his restaurant to pick apart all of their hard work.

“I don’t know, cousin,” Richie shouts back defensively, as if he has no other volume level than that one. “I don’t know if she’s a fuckin’ food critic or not but she sounded like one. Somethin’ about an overseasoned juice or whatever the fuck!” “Jus,” Carmy corrects. “It’s pronounced, ‘zjhoo,’ fucko. Not ‘juice.’ How many times do I have to tell you?”

“Yeah, yeah, fuck if I care,” Richie mutters. “All I’m saying is you should go out there and give the pompous jack hole a piece of your mind.”

“Alright, if it’s going to get you off my back, I’ll do it!” Carmy snaps, having had enough of Richie’s shouting. “Just tell me where she’s sitting so I know who to talk to.”

“At the bar. Christ,” Richie sighs, removing himself from the conversation entirely as he steps away from Carmy.

Carmy sighs in frustration. He removes his apron before hanging it on one of the wall hooks, then makes his way through the swinging doors that lead to the dining area. It’s still slow, even after the small lunch peak they’d just experienced, and there’s only one woman sitting at the bar.

You.

It’s then the Carmy realizes he’s been set up. This was all just an act to get him out here – out to the front of house. His breath catches in his throat as he sees you sitting at the bar of his restaurant. You lock eyes with him, and he’s suddenly feeling much more nervous than he previously was.

“Surprise,” is all you manage to get out, half apologetically.

He makes his way to the open side of the bar, stepping around it so that he can stand on the same side as you.

“Hey,” he says, even though he’s practically speechless.

“So uh…” he stammers nervously. Out of all the things he could say to you all he can think of is, “What’s this I hear about an overseasoned jus?”

You shrug, a devious smile on your face and a sense of mischief in your eyes, “Well I had to come up with something that’d get your attention.”

“It worked. Consider it gotten,” he nods, a blush running all the way down his neck. “Wh-, What’re you doing here?”

He doesn't mean for it to sound so abrupt, but what he really wants to ask is: what does this mean?

You wait, taking half of a beat.

“I… heard you might be hiring another pastry chef to… you know… help out around here,” you reply, nodding towards the kitchen. Carmy has no idea how you’re playing it so cool, and you’re not sure how you are either.

“I-, I’d have to talk to Marcus first,” he stammers, matter of factly. His head is spinning, and he can’t breathe, in a good way this time. He can’t believe you’re here and half expects to wake up and realize he’s only dreaming.

“Of course,” you nod in agreement.

You pause again, wondering if he’s surprised in a bad way.

“I uh… I called,” you offer up, almost as an apology.

“We’ve been slammed,” Carmy replies, taking a step closer to you. “And I passed the fuck out last night after service. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay! I-, I figured…” you chuckle, beginning to explain yourself. “I just wanted you to know that-, I mean the rental company had a last minute opening and it was gonna take a few more weeks to get another a U-Haul if I didn’t-. I didn’t intend on making this like… you know this big surprise or anything…”

“... but then I saw Richie first and uh, well, I couldn’t help fucking with you a little bit.”

He laughs, shaking his head at you, “So this was a set up?”

“Oh yeah.”

You stand up, out of the bar chair, taking a step towards him. You look around, noticing that the restaurant is mostly empty, save for a couple in a booth over by the window.

“You never answered my question. About you. Being here,” Carmy starts, redirecting the conversation back to you. He doesn’t want to get his hopes up – needs you to say you’re here for good before he lets himself feel all of this excitement that’s bubbling up in his body.

“Right. I just came here to tell you that uh, I found someone to take over my lease in New York,” you start, seeing Carmy’s eyes light up.

God, you’ve missed the way he looks at you.

“And the urban garden I've been volunteering with… they got me connected with a spot here. Keep my head out of my ass,” you continue, eliciting another laugh from Carmy at your crude comment.

“Natalie’s-, she and Pete are gonna help find a place too.”

You take another step towards him.

“You talked to Natalie?” he asks, surprised.

And he, towards you.

You shrug, playfully teasing him, “She picks up her phone.”

“Right,” Carmy says shyly.

If he had picked up his phone you would’ve told him that you were coming and he’s not sure what he would have liked more: knowing ahead of time, or this surprise. Fuck it. He doesn’t care how it happened. He’s just glad he gets to have you.

“I… had a lot of time to think on the drive and-,” you tell him.

“Uh oh,” he interjects, playfully. “That’s never good.”

You shake your head with a laugh, “Will you just shut up and let me get through this?”

He concedes to you, a soft smile on his face as he waits for what you’re going to say next, as you continue your whole boombox over head, throwing stones at the window love confession thing.

“I was thinking that maybe I’d stick around for a while… get a cat or something to keep me company on the days we just can’t stand each other,” you say.

It’s not what he’s expecting to hear but he understands what you’re really saying. You want to be here. With him. You want to plant roots.

With him.

“A cat?” he questions.

“Well, yeah neither of us have time for a dog. We’re both gonna be too busy with the restaurant,” you answer, continuing this scenario you’ve got in your head.

“We?”

“We.”

Another step.

He waits for you to say more, but you both understand that anything else would be overcomplicating it. And suddenly you’re standing so close to each other that you’re grateful that there’s only two other people in this restaurant.

“Does this mean-?” he begins to ask, trailing off toward the end. He looks down at the floor, wondering why he feels so shy.

“That I packed all my shit up to move here? Yeah,” you reply, confirming his assumptions about where this was going. “When I got back, it took me about five minutes to realize that what I’ve been looking for-, I had it. For a week. Here.”

He looks back up from the floor, to you, his blue eyes staring into your soul.

You take a pause once more, mustering up all the courage in your body to say what you need to say next.

“I want to be here, Car. With you. If the offer still stands.”

He looks at you, you speechless, because he can’t believe this is real.

But this is real. You’re not dreaming, he reminds himself.

He opens his mouth to say something and all that comes out is, “You hungry?” And you’re shaking your head and laughing, hopelessly in love with the man standing mere inches away from you who can barely get out the words he needs to tell you how he feels.

“Because I’m sure you’ve had a long trip and I can-,” he continues to ramble, his face inches away from yours.

“God, I fuckin’ love you,” you blurt out, impulsively closing the gap between the two of you. You press your lips to his, giving him the most passionate kiss you’ve perhaps given anyone, and he kisses you back.

Because he loves you too.

And he never wants to let you go ever again.

Your kiss is suddenly interrupted by the sounds of voices, cheers, and a few claps, splitting the two of you apart. You both turn to find the entire staff of The Bear, crowded around the door that leads to the kitchen, and peeking out. Tina’s got a proud smile on her face, while Richie is most certainly the one clapping. Marcus is saying an ‘oh shit’ to Sydney while she’s practically squealing at the two of you.

You and Carmy exchange a look. He looks away, his face turning redder by the second, as you laugh.

“I called it! What did I say? Did I say three weeks? I think I fuckin' said three weeks." Richie cries out in celebration, his fist pumping into the air in triumph, earning a groan of disappointment from Gary.

"Pay up, fuckos!"

“Wait, what?” Carmy asks, his brows knitted together in confusion.

Sydney rolls her eyes, beginning to pull a few ten dollar bills out of her apron as Tina mutters an insult in Spanish

“You guys were-,” you start, searching the faces of your future colleagues.

“Betting on how long it would take for you to come back? Yes, chef. Yes we were,” Marcus answers, cheekily. “I said two weeks. Syd put her money on a month, but Richie said three.”

“I just meant that it’s not that easy to move! Not that you wouldn’t come back,” Sydney adds, justifying her guesstimate.

“I said she’d be back in a week,” Tina chimes in.

“It was clear to us you’d be back. We just didn’t know when,” Gary informs, leaning up against the bar.

“Well, that’s news to me,” you laugh, shooting Carmy a look that says ‘did you know about this?’

He shakes his head ‘no.’

“You two are also idiots. That was also clear to all of us,” Tina points out, earning a laugh from you and Sydney.

“Never even cleared your work station, chef,” Marcus adds, nodding back towards the kitchen. “You can uh-, come join us when you’re ready.”

You watch as Marcus disappears, back into the kitchen, hearing the sound or Richie’s more than jovial chants that he was right. Tina’s yelling at him in Spanish and Sydney’s telling Richie to shut the fuck up.

You’ve missed this.

“I uh… gotta get back to work,” Carmy says, pulling you out of your head. The blush permeating his face has spread all the way down to his neck and he's not sure how he's supposed to continue the day like this. “Gotta wrap up lunch and prep for dinner.” But he gets to do it with you, so he's gonna figure it the fuck out.

He turns to you, holding out his hand.

“You comin’ or what?”

You’re beaming as you take his hand, your heart pounding out of your chest. It feels like a beginning of something you don't have the words for, and you're very much okay with that. You're ready to throw caution to the wind and fearlessly dive in -- to take a leap -- as long as you get to do it with him too.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

the end.

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royalwilmon · 1 month

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this is a prequel of sorts to always on the tip of my tongue! a glimpse into wille and simon's very first taco tuesday. eventually (like, after all of tomt is published, so basically never) this will be one part in a series of mikael pov insights into wilmon's relationship, but i wanted to share this for now! enjoy!! <333

if he likes you, he'll smile

Mikael had been working at Geronimo’s for nearly two months the day that he met Wille and Simon.

He didn’t even think he’d be in the job that long. He had just been laid off from another corporate bullshit position and had been enjoying a proper midlife crisis when another eviction notice forced him to resort to bartending again. Geronimo’s FGT was decidedly not his kind of place. He hated how touristy the area was, hated the shitty bands the owners constantly had in for live entertainment, and more than anything, hated how monotonous the job started feeling just after a couple of weeks.

He wanted to quit. He was seriously considering giving his notice. He nearly did several times, but for whatever reason, he kept hesitating. It was good that he had a job for now, but he was already restless. Something was missing. Mikael didn’t know what he would do or where to go next, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was invisible here. Mikael couldn’t even remember the last time he had an honest-to-God conversation with someone. In this town, the idea of him disappearing forever without a soul noticing he was gone was more reality than fear.

And then, one day, on a Tuesday in autumn just like any other Tuesday, Crown Prince Wilhelm sat at the bar right before him.

Mikael didn’t give a shit about the royal family. He was surprised he even recognized him. He probably only did because Wilhelm was around the same age as Sanna, his daughter. Mikael remembered the headlines when Erik passed away. It was right after Mikael got into that last big argument with Nea before she packed everything they owned, left, and took Sanna with her. He remembered watching the videos of Erik’s funeral on the news, seeing pictures and closeups of Wilhelm, and just thinking about how young he looked.

He still looked young now. His hair was shorter, his face more angular, and he didn’t look sad like he always did when he was on the news. Quite the opposite, really. He had another person with him tonight, a shorter boy who looked even younger, whose smile seemed so bright and genuine that Mikael almost felt blinded by it. As the two boys slid into their respective barstools, bright laughter filled the room, and Mikael thought that today would be different. He didn’t know how, and he didn’t know if the change he felt was necessarily a good one, but it was different.

He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to address the prince in any sort of particular way. For a moment, he thought maybe the prince was trying to be discreet, and he shouldn’t address him at all, but the pair of security staff who followed the duo inside and positioned themselves nearby made it clear that Crown Prince Wilhelm was here. Plus, people around the restaurant noticed him and started staring. All eyes Mikael could see were on Wilhelm.

If the attention bothered Wilhelm and the boy sitting beside him, they didn’t let it show. Mikael couldn’t imagine that it didn’t. He felt awful for the kids. As the stares turned into whispers turned into audible speculation, Mikael felt the urge to yell at everyone to shut the fuck up and leave them alone. But if he was going to quit this job, he at least wanted to do so on good terms so he could still have references. He did not need to have to explain the fact that he was fired because he lost his temper in front of a prince to his next employers.

Realizing that he was staring, too, and was maybe now part of the problem, Mikael cleared his throat, leaning forward on the bar and raising his voice so Wilhelm and his friend could hear him.

“Can I get you boys something to drink?” Mikael asked, trying his best to sound casual and uninterested.

“What do you have with tequila?” Wilhelm asked. His voice was teasing, his smile playful. Mikael was caught off-guard. He hadn’t spent any amount of time thinking about what the Crown Prince might be like, but this young, smiling boy was nothing like what he might have expected.

Mikael didn’t say anything, just narrowed his eyes a little. He picked up a drink menu and placed it down in front of Wilhelm, dragging his finger around the portion of the menu that listed their cocktails and detailed which tequilas they had on the shelf.

Mikael watched Wilhelm’s smile twist into an amused smirk before he looked down at where Mikael was pointing.

“Mmm, I’ll take a ginger beer, please,” Wilhelm’s friend said, reading the drink menu over Wilhelm’s shoulder. Mikael nodded and reached under the bar, opening the cooler and pulling out a glass bottle. He placed it in front of the boy, who smiled at him brightly and thanked him. Exceedingly polite.

Mikael took a moment to size up the prince’s companion. He certainly didn’t seem royal or even royal adjacent. He looked astoundingly normal. While Wilhelm was outfitted stylishly and professionally in a collared shirt and smart sweater, the other boy came simply dressed in jeans and an old hoodie with the drawstring missing. The two boys looked like they came from two different worlds, but at the same time, there was a sort of familiarity and ease between them that felt… right.

“How spicy is the spicy margarita?” Wilhelm asked, looking up at Mikael with a glimmer of mischief in his eyes that Mikael didn’t quite know what to do with.

“No. No, Wille,” the boy cut in before Mikael could even open his mouth to answer. “You can’t keep pretending you like spicy things. You’ll take two sips, spend the rest of dinner complaining about it, and end up wasting the entire drink.”

“You don’t know that,” Wilhelm grumbled, pouting dramatically as he looked back down at the menu.

Mikael had to bite back a chuckle. It was amusing how comfortable the boys seemed with each other. The boy called the prince Wille and teased him knowingly. It was strange, seeing someone so famous casually sat in front of him, so strikingly human. Mikael felt drawn to the prince and his friend, almost like he was a part of their world. Or, maybe stranger, that they were a part of his.

“I’ll order the House Margarita if you can tell me what’s in Geronimo’s Secret Margarita Mix,” Wilhelm said, looking at Mikael with that same playful smile that continued to catch him off guard.

“It’s written in the employee handbook that if we tell someone, we have to kill them,” Mikael said, without thinking. He had a moment of doubt when he thought that maybe threatening violence against a prince might not be the smartest move, but at Wilhelm’s widening smile, he continued. “It also explicitly states that we do not grant exceptions regardless of rank. The only way one can learn the secret of the Margarita Mix is if they have concerns about allergens.”

Wilhelm’s friend laughed at that, beaming at Mikael with a thousand-watt smile.

“Oh, I like you already,” he said. The boy looked at Mikael closer now, considering him in the same careful way Mikael had just done with him. After so much thought about how working in this part of Stockholm made him seem invisible, in this moment, he felt almost unnervingly seen. “I’m Simon. Best friend of Wille. Official title. What’s your name?”

Still apprehensive, Mikael just pointed to his chest, where a nametag was pinned to his apron.

“Mikael,” Wilhelm read, grinning wide.

“Good, he can read,” Mikael muttered to himself before he had a second to think better of it.

His gaze flickered over to Simon, who looked like a kid at a candy store. Clearly, he was delighted that Mikael was instantly willing to poke fun at Wilhelm. Mikael didn’t know why he was chasing the approval of this… kid. Especially at the expense of the actual Crown Prince of their country. It was something to do with Simon’s smile, Mikael thought. It felt familiar. It reminded him of Sanna.

Mikael knew his face fell at that realization. He also knew that Simon had caught it, and Mikael watched as his smile faltered, but only for a fraction of a second.

“Literacy is one of his better qualities,” Simon said to Mikael, glancing over at Wilhelm with a fond roll of his eyes.

“It’s ‘Gang Up on Wille’ day, huh?” Wilhelm muttered, looking up briefly to glare at Simon. Simon just laughed lightly, looking down at the food menu the hostess had given them when they first sat down.

Someone in Mikael’s position would have to be blind not to notice the rush of pink on Simon’s cheeks. Mikael remembered what it was like to be that age, no older than nineteen or twenty if Mikael had to guess. He recognized Simon’s exact blush from his early memories of Nea.

Mikael wasn’t ready to make any assumptions, but he was briefly curious. He thought he would have heard something if the prince was gay. Or bisexual or whatever, Mikael didn’t know. Then again, maybe they were trying to be discreet. But, Mikael thought, there were definitely places more discreet than a busy restaurant in the middle of Gamla stan, just minutes away from the royal palace.

So, they were probably best friends. Still, Mikael noticed the way Simon looked at Wilhelm, like he had just hung the moon. It wasn’t nothing.

None of his business, though.

“I’ll have the House Margarita. Salted rim, please. For now, you can keep your secrets,” Wilhelm said, smiling at Mikael again. “But next time, I’ll find a way to get you to tell me while also sparing my precious life.”

“Precious,” Mikael scoffed, causing Simon to let out another breath of laughter.

Mikael opened his mouth to ask to see Wilhelm’s ID before he stopped short. Do members of the royal family even carry identification? Mikael knew Wilhelm was over eighteen, but he was still legally required to ask. Unless there was an exception for princes? He didn’t think there would be, but he also had no reason to know. Would Wilhelm get mad at him for asking? He couldn’t help but glance over to the security guards, who, admittedly, looked terrifying.

Mikael thought back to how he wanted to quit this job before they fired him. He did not want to have to tell the story of how he was fired for not carding the Crown Prince.

“Can I see your ID?” Mikael asked, keeping his expression as neutral as possible.

Wilhelm looked surprised for a moment, but he instantly reached into his pocket to remove his wallet and his ID, which, apparently, he did carry with him. That was good to know.

“I’ve never seen you get carded before,” Simon said to Wilhelm, beaming ear to ear. “This is the best day of my life. I hope the food is good, Wille. This might finally be our place. It feels right.”

Mikael glanced down at Wilhelm’s ID (which was weird, so extremely weird. Wilhelm had so many names and probably the nicest picture Mikael had ever seen on an ID) before handing it back to him wordlessly.

Mikael set to work making Wilhelm’s drink, thinking that their interaction was over for now, but Simon spoke up again, surprising him.

“So, Mikael,” Simon said, his voice curious and friendly. “Have you always lived in Stockholm?”

The answer to the question was no, but Mikael was a very private guy. He didn’t want strangers asking him personal questions. It was none of their business. Especially not the prince’s.

Mikael finished pouring the last of the ingredients into his cocktail shaker before answering Simon’s question with a frown and a shrug. It wasn’t a yes or a no—it was just an acknowledgment. Simon seemed to take the hint, and he just smiled at him with a nod. Understanding, gracious, unnervingly kind.

Simon and Wilhelm were quiet while Mikael finished making the drink. They looked around, admiring the space. For all of its faults, Geronimo’s FGT was fun. Decked out in colorful textiles, weird bird taxidermy, and neon cacti, the place felt like a fever dream interpretation of the American Southwest. Mikael did love it, and so, as it would seem, did Simon and Wilhelm, who each wore small, pleased smiles on their faces as they took in the atmosphere of Geronimo’s.

Giving the margarita a few good shakes, Mikael poured it into a mason jar with a salted rim and slid the drink over to Wilhelm, who thanked him profusely and wasted no time downing half the drink with one prolonged sip.

“Nectar of the gods…” Wilhelm mused, putting the jar down with a satisfied sigh. Mikael still didn’t know quite what to make of Wilhelm, but he thought that he liked him. Or, at least, he was pleased that the prince seemed to approve of his bartending skills.

“Anything to eat?” Mikael asked, using both his hands to point at the pair of menus in front of Wilhelm and Simon.

“It’s Tuesday, so definitely tacos,” Wilhelm said, with so much enthusiasm.

“Which tacos would you recommend?” Simon asked, looking up from his menu to Mikael.

“They’re all fucking great,” Mikael said, truthfully. Since starting here, Mikael had tried and enjoyed pretty much the entire menu. “Birria are good. Fish, too.”

Mikael watched Simon and Wilhelm exchange a look, wordlessly communicating before Simon nodded and grinned, turning back to Mikael.

“Perfect, we’ll try those,” Simon said, before glancing back at Wilhelm. “And we’ll split them so we can both try both.”

“And queso, too. Please. As much as you’re willing to give us,” Wilhelm added, before doing something weird with his eyes. Mikael thought Wilhelm might have been trying to wink, but he wasn’t sure. He might just have something really wrong with his vision.

Mikael left to put in their food orders, and then, a little reluctantly, went back to work. As much as his curiosity made him want to linger by Wilhelm and Simon, there were other patrons sitting at his bar, and more drink orders coming in for him to work on. Even if he had literal royalty at his bar, Mikael couldn’t afford to give them all of his attention. He was cutting his rent a little too close as is.

While Mikael was able to busy himself with the Taco Tuesday crowd, he did occasionally try to listen in to Simon and Wilhelm’s conversation, just to get a better idea as to what their deal was. He wanted to know why they were here, of all places.

It sounded like they were catching up on the past week or so of their lives. Simon must have been a student, probably here in Stockholm, as he spent most of his meal talking animatedly to Wilhelm about various classes and professors. Wilhelm was listening intently, nodding along and peppering in questions and comments throughout.

Mikael realized that their appearance at Geronimo’s was really quite simple. Wilhelm and Simon were two friends, meeting for dinner to catch up on each other’s lives. There was nothing fancy, no royal banquets or expensive wines or anything. Just two friends sat at a bar, eating tacos and talking about their day.

It was… endearing.

When it was getting late, and their plates were all but licked clean, Mikael approached Wilhelm and Simon again, leaning against the bar opposite them. He offered them a sort of smile, a slight purse of his lips that was just about as friendly as his face could get.

“Good?”

“Fucking great,” Wilhelm grinned, repeating Mikael’s praise from earlier.

Giving the boys a satisfied nod, Mikael placed the bill between Simon and Wilhelm. Simon let out a loud bark of laughter before pushing the bill directly to Wilhelm.

“Why do I always get stuck paying?” Wilhelm said, teasingly. Still, he didn’t hesitate to immediately take out his wallet and hand Mikael a card, smiling politely all the while.

“Wilhelm, do not get me started today. You are already on such thin ice,” Simon said, his voice surprisingly serious. Simon must have had plenty of thoughts on the excessive amount of cash Wilhelm surely had at his disposal. It was surprising—in a good way, Mikael thought. Wilhelm seemed to have a friend with a good head on his shoulders. Polite, engaging, and willing to challenge him.

Mikael really, really liked this Simon kid.

He also really, really missed Sanna.

Mikael ran Wilhelm’s card and returned it to him. Wilhelm pocketed his wallet, thanked Mikael again, and then started to get up.

“You’ll be working next week, right Mikael?” Simon asked as he stood. Mikael was surprised at the question and didn’t answer right away. He just stared at Simon for a prolonged moment, raising an eyebrow. “Next Taco Tuesday. We’ll see you here again. Next week?”

Mikael shrugged and smiled a little. He supposed he would stick around until next week, at least, if that meant seeing Wilhelm and Simon again. He was still curious about them. He wanted to listen to them more and try to understand them better.

“Next week, then,” Wilhelm smiled. He crinkled his eyes in that weird and awkward way again—probably a wink. Then, with a final wave, they left Geronimo’s, security detail in tow.

Suddenly, Mikael’s monotonous job felt like the most interesting place in the entire country. Maybe Mikael would quit next week.

But for now, he’d stay. Make a couple of margaritas. Eat a few more tacos. Have a fucking good time.

#ally writes #tomt #i wasnt sure if i was gonna publish this anywhere but it turns out im too proud of it to gatekeep #oops #also me naming this after another jimmy song??? classic me #ok bye

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winterspiderpurrs · 6 months

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Pepper sighed as she exited the elevator to head toward the lab. About two hours ago, she received the notification she and Rhodey set up several years ago. Rhodey was already en route to the tower. Should be here in the next twenty minutes.

When the doors slid open to the lab, she found Tony sitting in a chair, hand deep into a robot, but his focus was on a projected screen in front of him. Looks like he was reading paged of book. When he tilts his head a certain way, the pages turn.

" Tony. What are you doing?"

" Nothing. Just reading"

" Uh huh. Then why did Friday notify me that you unblocked Peter's on the server"

" Hey! Big tattle tell Friday! Don't worry about it, Pep. It's been a while, and I heard from Brucie that Peter published another paper. And I just wanted to read it. "

" Don't start this up again Tony. You go down this rabbit hole its going to be like before"

" Have faith Pepper! I'm just reading a paper, I'm not asking him out."

" Again?"

Tony swirls around in his chair and faces Pepper.

" I can control myself!"

" Said that the last 3 times. This time isn't going to work. Just leave him be Tony"

" It's not going to be anything! His idea to use some nano tech in closing wounds is intriguing, but we would have to test that out. Lots more research. I could get a grant for him to explore it. "

" Tony!"

Pepper stomps her foot to get his attention before he goes off on a tangent. This is how it always goes with Peter and Tony.

See Tony met Peter when Peter was 18 and was doing a summer internship at the tower. They hit it off and started a whirlwind romance. And that's how it went.

Things would be great, then Peter would ask for more, and Tony would break up with him. They separate for a while. Peter does something that draws Tony back in, and they try to be friends and end up where they started.

It's not like Tony doesn't know that Peter knows himself in the ways of science. But it came to the relationship? The long haul? Tony wanted that, but Peter was just so young, so he kept pushing him away.

They have been doing this song and dance for years. The last break up was a year and a half ago.

And Peter left without a fuss this time. Simply packed up his bags, told Tony to stop contacting him til he grows up and figures out what he wants. But not wait for him cause he was absolutely done.

The doors open to the lab again and Rhodey walks out.

" i don't smell alcohol so Tony is still sober. Whats the emergency Pepper"

" PGMATDK Protocol "

" Shit okay. "

Tony blinks.

" Hey! Only I'm allowed to have acronyms!"

"Sure Tones. But brace yourself."

"What?"

Pepper sighs and looks to Rhodey before back to Tony.

" You've read just Peter's papers. Haven't researched into him again correct?"

Tony frowned and looked between the two.

" No just his published work..."

" Well I'm sorry that this is coming out but...Peter got married"

Tony stares at them before standing up and pacing.

" We have only been broken up a year and a half? When? To who? "

Tony spins around to look at them.

" Tell me it wasn't to that Strange guy"

" No he didn't marry Dr. Strange, someone else about a month ago.

Tony stares at them again before sitting down. Rhodey comes to stand next to him and puts his hand on his shoulder.

" I'm sorry Tony..."

They stayed like for a while before Tony whispered.

" Does he seem happy?"

" Don't open that box Tony. But... he does... yes."

Later that night Tony was looking up the photos.

#who is he with now???#whatever floats your boat #could be #winterspider #shieldspider #spidershield #spiderfalcon #spideydevil #spideytorch #spideycap #spideypool #writing prompt #winterspiderpurrs #peter parker x bucky barnes #past starker #starker

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frankenkyle19 · 1 year

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request: I hope this isn't too dark for you to write but re h/c requests (inspired by your latest Kyle fic): Female reader freaking out as she finds hickeys and bruises all over Kyles neck. She accuses him of cheating and wants him to leave her place immediately. The next morning she finds Kyle cowered in front of her door, soakingly wet from having slept outside in the rain after he had been assaulted by his mom once again. Reader finds out what really happened and feels the worst. Kyle is barely lucid from the brutality of the assault and just hazily tells the reader that he is so sorry.

word count: 982

warnings: SA (please please take this seriously, you’ve been warned), mentions of abuse, mentions of Kyles actual shit stain ass crack of a ‘mother’, overall really angsty and upsetting

Cheating had never been a thing to cross your mind. Not Kyle, not your sweet sweet Kyle. But the marks on his neck were obvious, and they weren’t from you. You wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, but how could you? You decided to confront him.

You two were snuggled up next to each other on your couch, watching a movie. Your stomach churned as you tried to find the strength to open your mouth.

“Kyle-“ you started, voice shaking as you turned over to look at him, scooting away from him so you two weren’t touching anymore.

He looked over at you curiously, head tilted to the side, big doe eyes showing some confusion. Why had you pulled away from him?

“What’s up?” He asked curiously, blinking a few times. What had happened? Oh god, what had you found out about? Kyle was a very open person, never kept secrets from you. Except for one, which was arguably the worst of all. He didn’t tell anyone, not just you. How do you tell someone that your own mother did the unthinkable to you? His stomach dropped as your hand reached up, pulling down the collar of his shirt, eyes glancing over the marks on his neck. Shit.

“What is this, Kyle? I mean- why? Are you cheating on me?” Tears formed in your eyes, threatening to spill as you looked at him for some sort of answer.

“No! No baby I would never-“ he stammered, sitting up and pulling the collar of his shirt back over his neck. Shit shit shit, he thought he was doing a good job covering them up.

“Is this why you haven’t wanted to have sex with me?” You continued, anger beginning to boil up inside you.

“No!” He denied again. How could he deny it when there was physical proof?

“No you- that-“ he couldn’t find the words, eyes wide and full of fear. No. He couldn’t lose you. Not like this.

“Get out of my fucking house, Kyle.” You said, voice scarily calm as you stood up and began walking to the door.

“Please- please don’t make me leave-“ he begged on his hands and knees, tears streaming from his cheeks as he looked up at you. You simply opened the door before crossing your arms.

“Get out, Kyle Spencer.” You never used his last name, so he knew you were serious.

He shakily stood up, grabbing his bag before he walked out of the door, turning to look at you before you slammed the door in his face before sliding down the wall, putting your head in your hands as you cried. Why had he done this? He’d never do this to you.

Meanwhile, while you cried and tried to grapple with this newfound realization, Kyle had no choice but to go back home, where he was greeted by his mother. He cried to her, wanting to seek some sort of comfort despite how toxic and messed up the situation was.

If he was looking for comfort in her, he was definitely let down. She had said awful things about him. How no one else could love him but her and that she knew this would happen. That he was weak. That he’d never find someone. Then the cycle continued. She assaulted him and left him alone to deal with the aftermath. That was it for him. He couldn’t stay here anymore. He packed a bag and drove over to your house. He was too afraid to knock, knowing you probably wouldn’t answer anyway. He was in for a long night.

When you woke up in the morning, you heard a quiet noise outside your open window. Deciding to check it out you peeked out the front door, eyes wide when you saw what appeared to be a person laying on your doorstep. Not just a person. It was Kyle. Kyle was laying on your doorstep, curled up in a jacket, soaking wet. It had rained last night.

You quickly opened the door, which caused Kyle to jump, lifting his head to blink at you. He looked exhausted.

You didn’t question or even try to make small talk with him in the first few minutes, simply helping him inside and getting him and getting a change of clothes.

When he did change in front of you and you saw the bruises to his sides, you knew something was going on.

“Kyle-“ you said softly, trying to stay calm for him. Afraid he’d bolt at any second. He was on edge.

“Talk to me.” You whispered, taking his hands in your own.

And so he did. He told you everything. How it had started, what she had done. Everything. It made you sick. It made you want to go to the police, but Kyle begged you not to. And after all it was his decision if he wanted to or not, so you respected him in that.

You held him as he cried weakly, body shivering and weak. You promised at that moment to always protect him. He hadn’t cheated on you, you knew it. Kyle would never.

He apologized profusely and each time you shushed him, holding him closer as you told him how loved he was. How special he was. And how someday he’d be able to get away from all of this. Live his life. You wanted all that for him and more.

You fed him soup and snuggled up next to him all day per his request. The more warmed up he got and happier he got, his smile came back. Your favorite smile in the world. You poked his dimples, causing him to laugh, which then in turn caused you to laugh too. This was all you wanted, and all Kyle needed. You there next to him, letting him know he was safe with you.

#evan peters #american horror story #ahs fandom #evan peters icons #ahs kyle spencer #kyle spencer #ahs coven #kyle spencer x reader #kyle spencer imagine #ahs fanfic #american horror coven

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marvelnatr · 7 months

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I’m never wrong

Natasha x reader: You’re at a training facility for shield and the team comes to pick one recruit out of hundreds to choose from. One boy and one girl.

Natasha's POV:

I walked into the room with Steve. Were here to pick out a new possible member of the team to work very closely beside me. One for the boys and one for girls. Steve had already picked his. A bold kid with a kind heart. We had been through fifteen training rooms already and none of the girls appealed to me. So here I was in the gallery watching the recruits train. Steve watched me "what about her?" he pointed to a taller young woman sparring with a man. I shook my head "for one she doesn't wanna be here and two she's got no center of gravity" he nodded taking my word and I kept looking around. Tony walked in with a energy bar and I took it from him "thanks" he looked at me "I was eating that!" I took a bite and watched them "not anymore". Tony rolled his eyes and I elected to ignore it, continuing to watch them train

A young woman fell off the climbing wall for the eighteenth time and I saw some recruits teasing her as she went back up to the wall. I nodded "her" Tony looked at me laughing "the one that's literally five foot one?" I nodded he scoffed and I walked downstairs as everyone stared at us three. Walking past them I looked at the girl "climb it" she looked at me and started to climb I watched as she maneuvered her body to get up there only to fall again. Recruits started to laugh and I looked at them "shut it!" they all stopped and I looked at her "try it again" she looked at me "I really want to ring that bell but I don't know why the fuck I keep falling" I walked up to her "gimme your hands" she gave them to me and I began to rewrap her hands "your too far away from the wall, keep your body close to it, the air is pushing you the second you get the higher point" she nodded "yes ma'am"

I wrapped my hands around her waist and lifted her back onto the wall and watched her "get close to it and tighten your core" she did it and I watched her pulling at her slightly. For a small girl she sure is strong. I nodded "alright, let go and try again now" The girl began climbing again. Keeping her body close to the wall as she skillfully made her way up to the top and rung the bell. I nodded at her as she came back down and unhooked herself. She smiled proudly and I melted inside "what's your name?" she took a swig of water "Y/N Y/L/N" I nodded "go pack your stuff, you coming with me, we will meet your S.O. in their office" I looked at the other recruits who were teasing her "as for you all, pack your shit and leave and don't make me escort you myself, I will guarantee you you will look pathetic" they all left and I looked back at Y/N "you ready?" she nodded a bit clearly intimidated and walked in front. Steve followed me "you sure about this?" I nodded "she's persistent, you can't teach that. What I can do is teach her skills" he nodded and followed me.

We walked into her Supervising officers office and I looked at him "I'm taking her" he looked up then pulled out her file "I-I'm sorry but she's not cleaned psychologically" I looked at him "I don't care I'll work on it with her, give me her file and were leaving" he gave it to me and I nodded taking her with me. She was quiet the entire time. We walked to her bunk while Steve walked with is recruit. I watched as she packed. The girl didn't have many things, just a small suitcase and a single picture of her when she was a little. I watched it and she quickly put it in her pocket. The girls guarded. As we walked out to the quinnjet with her bags she watched the jet, her breath hitching slightly "are you okay?" she nodded a bit and walked onto it. She wasn't trying to lie she was just avoiding conversation.

Steve's recruit talked to him the whole time. Y/N on the other hand fiddled with her fingers as Tony flew us home. I took the time and begun reading her files. The combat side of her was first. Really high marks. Impressive. I looked over what she may need work on and begun writing notes on the side of it to remember everything. Within that time we landed and I led her to her room "this is your room. Wanda is on your left and I'm on your right. Maria Hill is here occasionally but the boys don't sleep on this floor alright?" she shook her head and gently walked in her room as I set her bags down for her. I watched as she sat on the bed and nodded "Y/N do you want to be here?" she looked up at me "y-yes yes I really do I'm just nervous" I nodded and sat beside her "that's normal but you have to be open with me if you want this to work okay?" she nodded "yes ma'am" I gave her a reassuring smile and squeezed her hand "come get me at anytime"

I walked out and Steve walked beside me "my kid won't shut up" I laughed "well my girl won't speak so" He nodded "are you sure she wants this?" I nodded "yes I am she's just intimidated by me or something" he nodded and walked "maybe ask Wanda for help, she's a lot more approachable then you" I nodded "true, thank you" he smiled "no problem Romanoff". I walked into my room and changed into comfortable clothes. Sitting on my bed with a glass of wine and reading over the rest of her file. Her S.O. wasn't kidding, there is no way she should've been cleared psychologically. I looked through all of it and mumbled "how the hell did the girl get all this?" I flipped all the way too her background and sighed "well that explains it". The red room, they got her from the fucking red room. I knew there was still stragglers but shit she was young. She's only 20. I read a little more then put the file in my important documents and completed a mission report.

It was a little around 12:00 am when I finished, I put my computer away and went to wash my wine glass. To my surprise Y/N was up, sitting at the kitchen island drinking water "you settling in okay?" she looked up at me and processed for a second then nodded "yes ma'am thank you" I washed my glass while she took her bottle of water back towards the rooms. I followed her and she threw her hoodie in her room then kept walking "where you off too?" she looked at me "to train" I nodded and followed her and she looked at me "o-oh I don't wanna keep you up" I shook my head "nonsense I want to watch" she nodded and walked then threw her stuff down and looked around. I watched her "you didn't come to train did you?" she shook her head and watched everything and I sighed "take off your shoes Y/N" she looked at me "my feet are cold" I folded my arms "bullshit Y/N don't you lie to me" she froze and I watched her "come on Y/N lets go"

I watched her sit on the bench and take them off showing her blisters, my heart sinking as I whispered "I get it honey I do, but when you wanna dance please come to me so I can take care of your feet" she nodded a bit and I whispered "is that why they won't clear you? the nightmares?" she nodded and I watched her "I'll work with you okay?" she nodded and gently stood. we sat in my room and watched a movie. She looked stiff as hell and I watched her "relax honey, why are you so uncomfortable?" she whispered "I-I uh I'm gay so I'm scared" I nodded, a fear of our sexuality was instilled in us in the redroom. "I'm gay too so relax okay?" she looked at me shocked for a minute then relaxed and I nodded "now pick a movie while I get food cause I missed dinner" I watched as she began looking and nodded walking out.

-Bonus scene months later-

I looked to the side of me as Y/N threw her knife at another guy, killing him and I smiled "that's my girl" she looked at tony and called out "your six Stark!" he turned and sure enough there was a guy coming up on him and Y/N shot him. I smirked and watched as he told jarvis to open his mask "I had that" I laughed "no you didn't" he rolled his eyes and went back to work and I laughed going on my coms and speaking to Y/N "good girl baby" I heard a little giggle and smiled then shot a man running at me and looked at him "really fucker?"

Hope you enjoyed! This is from my Wattpad account but I’m seeing how many people like it. I’m deciding if I wanna make it a book or not🤔. I’ll probably do a poll and ask

#marvel #natasha x reader #mdlgkink #the avengers #red room #marvelnatr #marvel fanfiction #natahsa romanoff #natalia romanova

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hearts4golbach · 2 months

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The Night Shift.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

Chapter 22.

my head pounded as i dug through my bag, praying i had some sort of pain killer in that damn thing. unfortunately, i didn't have shit. i leaned against the counter and texted johnnie.

me: johnniee

me: Are you up?

johnnie: yeah babe what's up

me: Are you coming tonight?

johnnie: Of course

me: Would you mind bringing something for my headache? it's starting out to be a terrible night, lol

johnnie: yeah ill head that way soon :)

me: Thank youuu

i turned off my phone. the bell on the door rang, and i greeted the customer. "Welcome in. what can i get for you?" Hearing the same repetitive phrase angered me tonight, way more than any other night. i cleared my throat in an attempt to calm myself down.

"Can i get a latte, please?" the girl requested.

i hummed. i turned around towards the espresso machine. i packed it and slid the container into the slot. i pressed the on button, expecting it to work, but it didn't. "you've got to be fucking kidding me." i said under my breath, hoping the customer didn't hear. i turned back around. "im so sorry, the espresso machine is broken."

"Oh, no worries!" she gave me an awkward smile before looking up at the menu. "Can i get a medium vanilla cream hot coffee?"

"yes ma'am, so sorry for the inconvenience." i picked up the coffee pot, which i had made a fresh batch not long before she had come in.

she finally received her drink. she paid and left, leaving me alone in the cafe once more. i poured myself a cup of cold water and chugged it, hoping it'd dull the pain.

i discovered that the espresso machine had just unplugged, but it was still a bitch to plug back in. i opened the cabinet and moved the extra bags of coffee beans. the plugs were in the very back of the cabinets. i was torso deep into the cabinets, trying to fish the cord out from behind the small opening in the back of it whenever johnnie walked out.

i heard a chuckle slip out of his lips. "You okay over there?"

"Yeah, just trying to plug something in." i mutter as i finally reconnect everything.

i stand up and turn to find johnnie holding a small bouquet of about 5 light pink and white tulips. i purse my lips and try to hold back tears.

"Awe, it's okay, y/n." he smiled softly, coming behind the counter to hug me. i held onto him tightly, feeling as if some of my problems had washed away. he rubbed my lower back and pulled a small container of painkillers out of his back pocket. "Here are those, if you wanna take them real quick."

he kept one arm wrapped around my waist as i did. "Thank you so much," i pecked his lips, "im so glad you're here."

he pulled up a chair behind the counter to sit with me, "What's been going on?"

"It's just that nothing seems to be working. It's just been a weird night. i have a massive headache, and my temper is super short tonight. of course, the thing was unplugged, so i had to fix that. but im only an hour into the shift, and i know the rest of the night is going to be shit." i rambled, dreading the following hours.

"Can i help around the store again? maybe that'll take some shit off of your shoulders." he offered. "What all do you have to do tonight?"

"Well, take orders, obviously. i need to sweep and mop out here and go do the last of the day shift dishes, then i need to wipe down all the counters and tables. we need to take down the valentines decorations, too." i listed off all of the main tasks that came to mind.

"Where's the broom?" he asked with zero hesitation.

"Since you really wanna help, the broom is in the closet right over there." i pointed to my right, "but really, you dont have to help."

"i wanna help, love." he replied before taking out the broom and beginning to sweep the floors.

the next hour worth of orders went smoothly. surprisingly, tonight was a busier night than usual. i decided to stop complaining, as i was getting more money, the more people that came in. johnnie then wiped off all the tables and counters, leaving them spotless.

"youre actually the best." i called from across the cafe. he smiled and gave me a thumbs up before returning to the last few tables.

"You ready to take the decorations down?" he asked, wiping his forehead after tossing the dirty rag in the dirty bin.

"Yeah, let's do it." i climbed up on his shoulders, figuring it'd be best to get the hard shit to take down out of the way first.

"There's a party me and jake were invited to this weekend. Do you wanna come with me? i think tara is going, too." johnnies thumb gently rubbed my thigh.

"Uh, obviously," i stuttered. i tossed the small stack of heart cutouts onto the floor before moving on to the next one. "Why wouldn't i want to go?"

he shrugged. "i dunno."

"My parents are coming to town soon. i told my mother about you, and she wants to meet you." i mentioned. i was anxious for his response. "Do you want to?"

"Uh, yeah? of course i fucking do." he giggled.

i sighed, "i just need to warn you, im not sure if she'll like you. she's very judgemental."

"Then I'll earn it. dont worry, y/n."

"You'll earn her liking you?" i raised my eyebrow even though he couldn't see.

"Yeah, I'll find a way." he patted my upper thigh.

after i picked the last heart off of the wall, i got off of his shoulders. he placed a soft kiss on my lips. i replied, "im sure you will."

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goldustwomun · 2 years

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feel again (e.m.)

pairing: eddie munson x best friend! fwb! reader

summary: sleeping with your best friend was never a good idea, and though he’s confessed his feelings to you, they were feelings he felt for an entirely different girl.

warnings: a shit ton of angst, of swearing, lots of hurt but yanno what follows hurt! comfort! fluff! resolution! i had to adapt the season’s events for my plot and tbfh, i’m worried it’s a little slow in the build-up and i can’t write action to save my life -- but i think the ending makes it worth it!!!

wc: 6.1k+

note: i’m in tears! i can’t believe its done, i wrote a fic! a series! i’ll admit, not sure if it’s my best writing but i can genuinely say i had so much fun writing it; i have people asking me about eddie and whether he’ll end up alright and honestly, everyone’s love and support has kept me going when i was about ready to give up and call it a day, so please, please, enjoy! reblog! leave a comment! i love you all <3

read part one - part two

Eddie had been missing for two days, and you were starting to lose it.

What a fucking jerk. To have sought you out that night at the party, showered you in kisses and apologises and conveniently left out the fact that he was on the run from the police and Chrissy was–

You couldn’t think about her. That burning in your throat, the bitter taste of bile, intensified when you thought about her. Hadn’t it been just last week when you’d imagined, or rather fantasised, of her hurting? It was an irrational, intrusive thought – one you were sure you hadn’t actually meant to come true.

But you were unbelievably petty and emotional and so fucking lonely without your best friend, and she was a living, breathing, annoyingly cheerful reminder of everything you no longer had.

Was.

Because now she’s gone. And as much as you hated her guts only days earlier, you couldn’t help but wallow in the sorrow you felt now, knowing the gruesome end she had met.

She was gone, sure, but so was Eddie. He hadn’t reached out to you since the bathroom incident, when Nancy had found you frozen to the spot an hour later. She was speaking to you, words muffled and unintelligible against the ringing in your ears.

You remember odd bits and pieces, like a puzzle missing some of its pieces – Chrissy. Dead. Trailer. Eddie.

You’d come to when you heard his name, brows furrowed in worry and confusion as she explained what everyone in town was now talking about, what everyone now believed about Eddie.

Eddie Munson had corrupted Chrissy – made her a satan-loving, drug addict, just like him. He lured her back to his trailer, a quiet, almost desolate part of town, where he brutally murdered her.

It was all a fucking lie, you knew it.

There was something else going on here, but the devastation you felt, a never-ending cycle of fear and concern, had you bedridden since you’d found out. Your parents had hounded the police to station officers at your house, convinced Eddie would try to get in contact.

They worried you’d meet the same fate, and no matter how much you argued that it was all bullshit, they’d confined you to your room, no visitors allowed – not even Nancy, Steve and Robin.

That didn’t stop them from sneaking in, though. Hawkin’s finest weren’t actually all that great, and come 9 o’clock, the two officers stationed outside would be snoring so loud from their ‘tactically’ placed police cars that your friends would easily climb up the side of your house where you’d greet them through the window.

You told them they could use the front door, your parents weren’t home and not even a pack of demadogs could wake the two snoozing officers. But it was ‘about the principal’ as Steve put it.

So every night since, you’d leave your window open for them to update you on what they’d learned, and most importantly, whether anyone had found Eddie.

“We found him!” you heard Robin call from outside your window.

You wasted no time, shoving your feet into your sneakers, grabbing your flashlight and a pocket knife because the town was really taking paranoid to a whole new level since Eddie had been accused of murder and reported missing.

You shimmied down the drainpipe, landing with a hard thud on the ground. Pain shot up your calves but you ignored it, instead focusing your attention on your friends in front of you.

“And?” you prompted impatiently, unable to stand still and wishing to whatever God or all-powerful being watching you now that Eddie was fine, that he hadn’t been found or met the same fucked-up end as Chrissy.

“Well, Max said she saw him running from his trailer, th– that night. It was suspicious because he looked afraid and why would a murderer run like a little girl from their intended murdered victim. And then Steve and I, well it was a fluke, really, can’t believe we caught it–”

“Robin! Get to the point, where is he?”

“Right, right. Reefer Rick’s place. It’s abandoned, he’s in jail, I think. On Lover’s Lake,” she managed to explain eventually. You knew you shouldn’t be mad at them, felt that sting of regret after scolding Robin, but they didn’t know about the guilt coursing through your veins every day since he’d disappeared.

It was your fault, and no matter what anyone said, your mind couldn’t explain the thoughts away. You had pushed him into Chrissy’s arms. And when she died, he’d wasted precious time – time he could have spent getting away – to find you.

So you excused your temper, promising yourself to apologise to Robin later. “Okay, then what are we waiting for? Let’s go,” you announced, taking all of one step before Steve stepped into your path, stopping you from walking to his car.

“About that…” he trailed off. He looked afraid, like he was certain you’d start swinging any moment. “You’re not coming.” He was right to look afraid, you decided.

“Move, Steve,” you insisted, attempting to push past him but he held his grown, all crossed arms and stern stare. The others mimicked his stance, and you knew they were in agreement.

“Why?” was all you asked.

“Because last time something like this happened, you almost didn’t make it,” Nancy interjected before anyone else could speak. She was the only person you trusted as much as you had Eddie, having known her since the two of you were in diapers.

While you weren’t a ‘trouble’ child per se, it had always been Nancy’s voice of reason that had prevented you from getting caught countless times.

And it was Nancy you had blatantly ignored when you’d jumped in front of the Mind Flayer to save Max.

You’d never spoken about it with her since then, having brushed it under a carpet in your mind, locked the door and tossed the key. You didn’t like thinking about what would have happened if Billy hadn’t intervened, but it was instinct and you didn’t regret any of it. You couldn’t.

“Well that’s not an excuse, Eleven’s always throwing herself in front of the–”

“She has super powers! Don’t be stupid! You don’t!” Nance scolded, pushing in front of Steve to speak directly to you, face to face where you couldn’t hide. “We can’t let you come, not this time. We all discussed it and you’re just too much of a liability. The cops are still watching you, the whole town is because–”

“What? Because they know I was fucking the freak they’re hunting?” you stated crudely, eyes glued to the floor. Your head was shouting at you to shut up but your heart was aching too much to care. You felt that surge of senseless anger and, unfortunately for your friends, they were the only ones around to aim it at.

“You’re all acting like you wouldn’t sacrifice yourself for anyone else here. You’ve all done it countless times. Fended off the Demogorgon, Demadogs, the Mind Flayer – how is this any different?”

“Because you love him, sweets. You love Eddie so much that we’re afraid you’ll give up everything for him.” Robin’s words did little to soothe you, and though you knew she was right (they all were, really), you couldn’t be stopped.

“If you don’t let me go, I’ll wake up those cops and send them straight to him. To Lover’s Lake.”

Silence.

You were as shocked as they were, mouth agape at what you had just threatened. But you needed it to work because if you didn’t see Eddie soon, scold him a little for acting like such a fucking idiot, then have him explain what actually happened – fuck, you were driving yourself crazy.

“You wouldn’t do that,” Nancy called you out, not taking the bait. She could see through your facade, like a cat scrambling for safety in a pool too big, biting, scratching its way out – anything to escape the dread creeping in. “We’re going, you're staying.”

You watched them leave, gaze unforgiving.

It was only when they backed out of your driveway that you collapsed, sobs clawing their way out of your mouth as you held yourself tight, squeezing once, twice, three times like Eddie would.

The legs of your jeans were caked in dirt but all you could focus on was the fact that they were right, if you went, if Eddie was in any kind of danger, you’d throw yourself in, head first, to save him. You’d jump in front of whatever it was that had murdered Chrissy, would let yourself meet the same fate in under a heartbeat if it meant Eddie would be alright.

If this was what love felt like, you thought, you didn’t want it.

Radio silence for three days.

You felt like a patient under quarantine, what with the limited access to the outside world you had. For three days, you sat by your window, all day and late into the night, waiting for someone to tap on the glass and tell you everything was alright.

Anytime a branch brushed against the side of the house, or the wind was just a little too loud, your head snapped towards the window, expecting to see someone, anyone, Eddie, perched on the ledge.

But for the past three days, you waited, waited, waited, and no one ever came.

It was entirely your own fault, you could admit that. Your dwindling emotional stability did nothing to assure your friends that you were fine, could be trusted to find Eddie and figure out what had happened that night in his trailer.

Your parents tried to pry you from your room, knocking politely (something they never did before) on your door every house, asking if you wanted a scoop of your favourite ice cream, or to watch a movie downstairs.

But you couldn’t look them in the eye knowing they believed what everyone was saying. You’d spent the first few days locked inside trying to convince them, but eventually even that seemed futile.

You’d never felt this completely, utterly, helpless. Your world was falling apart around you and because of your paranoid parents, a prejudice town, and two idiotic police officers watching your every move, you could do nothing to stop it. Just stand and watch as slowly but surely, everything and everyone you loved dropped like flies around you.

It happened on the fourth day.

You’d been granted permission to go on a walk, finally going stir-crazy and your Mum was desperate to clean your room after you’d been holed up in there. The cop car followed a few feet behind, never letting you get too far ahead.

The streets were eerily empty, though. It was a pleasant day outside and you’d expected the pavement to be filled with kids on their bikes or doodling on the concrete with chalk. Yet there it was, deserted. Even the constant chirp of birds had disappeared, so you slipped on your headphones and walked alone.

You didn’t realise something was happening at first, too preoccupied with calculating how fast you’d have to run to lose the two imbeciles following you.

But then you looked up and the blue of the sky had been replaced by swirling black ash that suffocated the midday light.

You stopped. Music blaring even as you pushed your headphones off. People rushed outside, startled by the sudden disappearance of the sun. They looked up at the darkness, panic erupting amongst families and children. In the distance, you could see where the smoke came from – a black column of spiralling ash that emptied into the sky, coating the world in shadow.

This time, you didn’t bother to calculate, you just ran.

Behind you, you heard the screeching voices of the officers, commanding you to stop. Ignoring them was about as easy as breathing as you ran faster, sneakers pounding against the pavement. You were the odd one out, running towards the danger, unlike everyone else who tripped over themselves to get as far away from it as possible.

You didn’t know what exactly it was you were running to, figured you’d know it when you saw it.

And Jesus Christ, were you right.

The ground had split open, fire erupting from the gaping cavern that had been made, like someone had carved a knife into the Earth and crushed everything in its path. That pesky thought that had been tapping against your skull for the past few days, the one that warned you this might all be Upside Down related, it returned, only pounding, screaming, smashing, not tapping.

“Holy shit,” you whispered for no one to hear, taking a few cautious steps forward to peek into the encroaching flames. They raged and flared, barking at you like a watchdog sensing danger. And though your head told you to run the other way, go home, check on your parents, call Nancy’s house, or Steve’s, do anything but continue on the road you were on, a road you weren’t sure had a very pleasant ending.

But you couldn’t do that, not when your friends, your best friends, your family, were out there, somewhere. Probably in the eye of this flaming storm and fighting off some sort of monster not even your nightmares could conjure up.

So you ignored your mind, the pounding, screaming, smashing against your skull. You ignored the rational thoughts still pleading relentlessly with you, and started running again.

Something told you that if this all started with Eddie, in his trailer, that was where it would end.

It took longer than you expected due to the obvious obstacle of a 10-foot wall of flames, but you made it in the end. Despite the chaos of the town, the trailer park looked mostly the same. Dead leaves crunched under your feet, each step leaving your heart racing that much more than it already was.

Nancy was right to have been mad when you’d thrown yourself in front of the Mind Flayer. And as unfeeling and unafraid as you tried to act around your friends, the churning in your stomach said otherwise.

You were terrified.

Not for whatever was waiting for you on the other side of wherever it was you thought you were going. Or even the perpetual question of ‘were they alive?’. For once, you weren’t even afraid for Eddie, not in that moment, anyway.

No, you were terrified for entirely selfish reasons. Because the last time you’d done this, you’d almost died, and the thought of leaving your parents, your friends, Hawkins, behind, without a proper goodbye and tampered death certificate – it didn’t seem right.

But you persisted, you had to.

Screw fear and its ability to control you in times of need. Screw the Upside Down and its seemingly never ending supply of monsters it kept throwing at you and your friends. Screw Eddie Munson for not loving you when you needed him. And screw the whole fucking world, galaxy, universe, for messing with you, time and time again.

You wouldn’t let it mess up this storyline, though, you deserved more than that.

Wrenching Eddie’s trailer door open, you peered inside, eyes darting to the make-shift rope dangling from a hole in the ceiling – a hole in the universe? You stepped towards it, craning your head to get a better look at what looked like a reflection of the room you were in, only bathed in darkness and decay.

With a steadying breath, you looked around, looking for anything that could be turned into a weapon. It was only when you were rummaging through Eddie’s room that you found a possibility. You’d hidden your favourite lighter in a shoebox under his bed, away from your parent’s prying eyes. In his grimy bathroom, you found rubbing alcohol in the first aid kit, and behind his bedroom door, a stick (Eddie liked to pretend it was a staff for D&D campaigns) large enough to be turned into a torch,

Soaking the end with the clear liquid, you held it under your arm as you stared at the descending piece of cloth. You knew if you thought about it too much, you’d never be able to make it up, so you took a few steps back, and ran towards it, jumping at the last second and hoisting yourself through the hole.

You landed in a tangled heap on a deflated mattress, groaning as your shoulder took the brunt of the fall. On shaking legs, you rolled off the ground, rushing to the window to look for any sign of your friends.

It didn’t take long. His short frame was hobbling towards a swarm of something, chasing after a fleeing figure.

Dustin.

You ran outside, catching up with him in no time. It was only when you got closer that you heard it. Even over the roaring in your ears, you could hear him sobbing. “Dustin– hey! Dustin! Wait!” you called out, sighing in relief as he turned towards your voice. He was shaking worse than you, covered in dirt, sweat, and someone’s blood.

“Are you hurt? Hey, hey, hey, what happened? Where are the others?”

He couldn’t get the words out, and you grew antsier by the second. “Dustin, please, tell me,” you pleaded, hugging him tight and praying he’d calm down soon enough to speak to you.

The urgency in your voice must have done it because the moment you pulled him in, he stuttered out a name you didn’t want to hear, not here. “E–Eddie. It’s Eddie. He went–” he pointed towards the moving black cloud.

You didn’t wait to hear the rest of his sentence, already sprinting down the familiar street, using screeches of what could have been bats as a beacon to follow. You were panting, hard and fast, when you saw him. Completely surrounded, flailing a makeshift sword and shield at the flapping beasts.

“Eddie!” you shouted, but he couldn’t hear you. So you took out your lighter, wrapped in neon pink tape so you wouldn’t confuse it with Eddies, and lit the end of the staff-slash-stick.

Then you ran to him.

You’d always run to him.

You woke up in bed, at home, convinced you’d hallucinated the whole thing. Hawkins erupting into flames, climbing through the trailer ceiling, a distraught Dustin, Eddie fighting for his life… you remember all of it, like a project playing it on loop in your mind.

But you were in the warm embrace of your sheets, new clothes on your body, clean hair fanned around you on the pillow. How could you have been in the Upside Down one moment, and back in Hawkins the next?

Your body protested as you stumbled out of bed, slipping your feet into your fuzzy slippers as you padded down the stairs, searching for someone to explain what the hell had happened. The house was empty, and when you walked past the windows facing the front yard, even the police car wasn’t there.

You were in the kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of orange juice when the phone rang. Your stiff muscles groaned as you scrambled towards the ringing, picking it up immediately. “Hello?” you questioned into the static.

“You’re awake! Guys, she’s awake!” Dustin. He didn’t sound upset anymore, rather, he sounded brighter, more cheery than you’d heard him in weeks.

“Dustin – what happened?” Already disoriented by the conversation as a dull throbbing in your head alerted you to an oncoming headache.

“Don’t worry about–”

“If you finish that sentence, I’m going to reach through this phone and give you the most unbelievable–”

“Okay! Okay! What I was going to say before you threatened me–” you snorted into the receiver, “--was that we’re coming over, all of us, and we’ll explain everything in person.

You nodded and it took you a few seconds to realise he couldn’t see you. “Okay. Okay. Sounds good.”

You paused, voice hesitating as you asked yourself whether you wanted the answer to the question you were about to ask. “And– Uhm– Eddie? Is he– Is he–?”

“He’s fine,” he assured you. “Pretty beaten up but you made sure it didn’t get too bad. He’s in the hospital still, was acquitted of all charges while you were asleep – God, you sleep a lot, don’t ya?”

“Oh, fuck off,” you scolded, but the bite wasn’t there as you laughed at Dustin’s crazy antics. You hadn’t smiled, let alone laughed, in over a week, but it seemed fitting that Dustin – probably the only other person that cared for Eddie as much as you did – would be the one to pry one out of you.

“I’ll see you all soon.” You hung up, wobbling up the stairs to change, eager for fog in your mind to be lifted.

“So, that’s it,” Nancy finished, leaning back in the arm chair. Everyone was sat in your living room, huddled on the sofa or the carpet with discarded napkins and half-eaten pizza crusts littering the table.

“Huh. That’s it,” you agreed, chewing thoughtfully at the slice of pizza in your hand. “Well shit,” was all you managed in the end, not knowing what words could truly encompass or resolve the events of the past few days.

“Yeah, and apparently Victor Creel confessed to the murders. Not sure how or why–” Robin stared pointedly at Nancy who simply shrugged and leaned into Jonathan’s embrace, “-- so the whole town is sort of backtracking on calling Eddie a murderer.”

“They do still think he’s a bit of a freak, but anything is better than murderer,” Steve added as an afterthought. You couldn’t help but agree. No one could be arrested for being a freak, so you were grateful for the (albeit, reluctant) change of heart.

“So when does he come home? I mean– when can he leave the hospital?” You didn’t know where he would stay. Definitely not with you, your parents would throw a fit, but he sure as hell couldn’t go back to the trailer.

“I think Wayne got a new place– a new trailer? I don’t know, so probably back with him.”

Nancy was staring at you again, the worry unobscured and evident in her gaze. You looked anywhere but at her, instead nodding along to what everyone was saying. She’d said he was asking for you everyday she’d gone to visit, but you couldn’t bring yourself to see him, not yet.

You were afraid of what he’d say. It felt like years ago, though you think it was only a few weeks earlier, when he’d confessed his feelings for you, cornered in Steve’s upstairs bathroom. But that was then, and he’d almost died in the meantime, so you weren’t sure if those feelings remained. Were too afraid to find out if they had.

So, yes, you were actively avoiding someone who was literally incapacitated in the hospital. You weren’t proud of it, but you’d do anything to delay whatever end was headed your way. In your head, you thought back to that night, pressed up against Eddie with his lips whispering all the things you’d dreamt of hearing. If you closed your eyes, you could still feel the ghost of his breath against your skin, against your neck, against your–

If you confronted him, those dreams and fantasies would cease to exist. You weren’t ready for that, weren’t sure if you ever would be.

Eddie came home on an ordinary Sunday afternoon.

He’d been in the hospital under strict observation for almost two weeks. The inexplicable bites and missing chunks of flesh all along his torso had left the doctors perplexed by what he’d actually been through, but after blaming everything on a wild bear (you weren’t even sure there were any in Hawkins), he was finally given the okay to be discharged.

It was an ordinary Sunday afternoon, but it was also his birthday. The big ‘two-oh’ as Steve had called it while he hung streamers and fairy lights in Wayne’s new kitchen. It was a very modest one bedroom, not necessarily in the best neighbourhood, but it offered enough stability for Eddie while some of his wounds still healed.

You didn’t know what he planned to do after high school, knew he still needed to boost a few of his grades in order to graduate, but you didn’t doubt his ability to do so.

Where he planned to go, what he planned to do in the future – it was all a mystery to you. You’d heard back from all of your top choices, never having really worried about college or university, any of it, so you knew you could go anywhere, do anything. And while you were grateful for your parents and the opportunity presented before you, you still wondered if you’d be doing it all alone.

The gang was crouched behind the chairs and table when Wayne stepped through, a battered but smiling Eddie on crutches following close behind. Everyone shouted ‘Surprise!’ and he beamed at all of the faces gathered in his honour. It only took a few seconds before his eyes landed on you, and you flushed under the intensity of his gaze.

But it was his day, and you weren’t about to ruin it because of how that pesky heart of yours ached at the sight of him. Instead, you offered him what you hoped was a sincere smile, and blew the party horn perched between your lips.

“You guys,” he cooed at everyone, hopping on his crutches to Steve who he hugged, whispering something in his ears that hid him cackling. Dustin pulled a chair out for him, and he sat in front of his cake, admiring the wonky letters scrawled in pink and green icing.

Happy Birthday Munson, it read.

“Happy birthday, Eddie,” Robin called out, bringing a knife over and setting out the paper plates. No one awkwardly sang to him, Wayne had warned that Eddie hated ‘Happy Birthday’ and would probably drag himself across the floor to escape the traditional tune. It seemed like an appropriately dramatic, entirely Eddie threat to make so you’d all obliged happily.

“How you feeling, Eds,” Lucas asked around a mouthful of cake as he sat across from him on the table.

“Oh, I’m much better than before. Got a few scars, need some help with the ointment, by the way, in case anyone wants to volunteer, and this ankle of mine has to stay off the floor for another week. But hey– I’m not dead and I’m not going to jail so I call that a win,” he pointed out, raising a spoonful of cake into the air as a toast.

Everyone copied his movements, hollering and cheering before the scattered conversations and arguments continued, drowning out the seriousness that had lingered for a moment.

You were perched on the kitchen counter, struggling to lift your head enough to meet Eddie’s stare that you could feel burning holes into your head. It took a quick mental pep talk and a grounding pinch to your thigh before you finally looked up, eyes immediately locking with his.

You knew what he wanted immediately as he nodded towards the door that led to his bedroom. You’d managed to salvage some of his things from the trailer but had otherwise been rummaging through thrift stores in town to fill it with anything that could make the room feel like him for Eddie.

It meant you were forced to spend a lot more time with Wayne, who you had come to realise was more of a Father figure than Uncle to Eddie. The two of you had talked about him for hours while he was still in the hospital, and he’d driven the furniture for his room from the shops back to his house once you’d managed to snag yourself a deal.

You shook your head at Eddie, mouthing ‘later’. You knew it would be a long and undeniably difficult conversation. And for now, you just wanted him to enjoy the company of his friends, and the cake you’d baked with El and Max earlier that morning.

He glared at you teasingly before he was pulled into a heated debate between Mike and Will on who the superior member of the Fellowship of the Ring truly was. You didn’t need to pay attention to know his answer. Sam. He’d explained it to you countless times before.

Sam, because he was the hero no one expected.

And looking at him now, bandaged and scarred but grinning all the same, you couldn’t help but think he looked a lot like a hero as well.

It was close to midnight when everyone finally made their way out. Steve offered to drive the (his?) kids home, while Nancy, Robin and Jon left in Nancy’s car, going on about a new conspiracy theory they wanted to run by Murray.

Wayne had left two hours earlier for his night shift, and so you were left collecting the garbage off of the tables and the floor, Eddie watching you, quiet and intent.

“Want to sit in my room?” he asked eventually as you washed your hand. You turned to face him, nodding but not saying anything. You weren’t entirely sure where this conversation was headed, so you opted to stay quiet, not wanting to say the wrong thing and spook him into leaving you again.

Eddie limped into his room, collapsing back into his bed that was tucked neatly into the corner of the room against the wall. You’d found a cassette player that was in pretty good condition, had organised his own tapes according to genre, and had spent a whole day taping posters to the wall. He took in your handiwork as you shut the door behind you, joining him on the bed.

This was the closest you’d been in weeks, sat next to each other, arms and knees pressed close. But he felt out of reach, emotionally distant in a way he hadn’t been before. You were dreading this, already convinced you’d be running out in tears very soon.

“I’m sorry,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. Your head snapped to him, bewildered by the confession.

“What?” you asked dumbly, not quite believing the words he was saying.

“I said, I’m sorry,” he repeated, looking at you now with those doe-eyes of his. You fought the urge to soothe the creases of his frown lines, to kiss the worries away.

“What do you have to be sorry for?”

“I don’t know. Everything? For Chrissy, the party, how you had to run in and rescue me – you could’ve died.” His words were horse, choked up with the sheer amount of emotion coursing through him. “I won’t ever be able to properly apologise, I don’t think there are words for it, but you have to know – I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“Stop, Eddie,” you were shaking your head at him, and he looked so utterly defeated.

“No– please, I have to– I’m–”

“Eddie--” you interrupted before he could dig himself any deeper into that hole of guilt. “You have nothing to be sorry for, you fucking moron! And even if you did, even if, in some screwed up sense of logic, you were by any means at fault, so am I.”

You weren’t sure if you meant to berate him like you were, but you couldn’t listen to him ramble on any longer – it made it all so much harder. “I pushed you away when I shouldn’t have. Even if you didn’t feel the same and our relationship had become a messy, tangled heap of– fuck, I don’t know. But you were my best friend, you are my best friend.”

It was your turn to talk yourself into the ground as you spoke with no end in sight. All of the pent up emotions of the past few weeks were finally ready to burst out of you, and poor, still recovering Eddie was about to face the brunt of it.

“And then you showed up at Steve’s and I thought I was going to fucking combust or something, because you said exactly what I wanted to hear and I would have given you everything, Eddie. Everything. But then you were gone and no one would let me help and I felt so useless because there you were, running for your life, and I was sleeping the days away.

So when I thought I could do something, anything, I came after you and then I woke up and you were in the hospital and I just– I couldn’t– It was too much– You were–” You stumbled over your words as every worry, anxiety, ill feeling rushed at you, all at once.

Eddie couldn’t just sit and watch you fall to pieces in front of him, no. So he shut you up the only way he knew how. His hand slid easily across your cheek, and your babbled words came to an abrupt halt as his mouth covered yours in the most agonising kiss the two of you had ever shared.

Agonising because so much had happened and so much would happen and as much as the uncertainty scared you shitless, the heat blazing between the two of you had you feeling safe – safer than you had felt in ages.

Your chest splintered, cracked, then shattered open. You could do nothing but give in as you disintegrated into his arms, scooting as close as you dared with his cast and injuries still gnawing at the back of your mind.

But you kept going, kept kissing him hard and desperate and like you’d wanted to since the day you’d first met him, first day of junior year outside the cafeteria.

He’d just come from the principal’s office, grumbling under his breath about how ‘fighting an evil warlock and saving the world’ should be a good enough excuse for not handing in his English paper. You’d found him endearingly sweet almost immediately, and though he was a brooding, leather-clad stranger to you, the moment he noticed you staring, the biggest smile you’d ever seen lit up his face.

How could you not have fallen for him?

“Eddie,” you tried to speak between the frantic kisses, forcing your hands on either side of his face to reign him back. He let out a whine that had you seeing black but you knew the two of you needed to talk a few things out. “I know– fuck, I know, Eds. But listen to me,” you began, breathless and mentally cursing yourself out for interrupting such a deliciously perfect kiss.

“I’m listening,” he said offhandedly, still fixated on your lips as you spoke.

“Eddie!” you scolded, pitching his chin up so he’d look at you, not your mouth.

“Sorry,” he muttered sheepishly, that cheeky smile plastered to his face that told you he wasn’t sorry at all. “I’m listening now.”

“I can’t be your friend,” you said plainly, and you knew the minute the words left your mouth that you needed to explain further because Eddie was recoiling like he’d been slapped in the face and kicked in the gut.

“What– I– What?” He looked about ready to argue with you but you held up your hand to stop him.

“I can’t be your friend,” you repeated, then continued. “--because I am so disgustingly in love with you, Eddie Munson. I’ve been driving myself crazy, trying to find the right words, so much so that I basically hid from you ever since you’ve been in the hospital.”

You let out a shaky breath but your voice never wavered as you confessed what you’d been wanting to for what seemed like months now. The last time you’d come close to these words, it had ended in tears and sobs and a piercing melancholy you were sure would kill you. But you weren’t in denial, not anymore.

You could see it in the way he looked at you, spoke to you, kissed you.

The words you were looking for, you realised, didn’t have to be complicated, profound, or even poetic. They could be simple, like a fact, a truth, a certainty. “I love you,” you said again, the hint of a smile tugging at your lips.

He couldn’t hold back, had to say it before it burst out of his chest and hit you square in the face. “I love you too. I’ve always loved you,” he admitted easily, grinning down at you like you were his world, his galaxy, his whole damn universe. He kissed you slow, savouring every second of his lips against yours “You make me feel again, sweetheart.”

Other people might believe in a God, a philosophical question, a certain moral ruling or even nothing at all. Everyone has their own unique reasoning for their actions, their words, their life. And while you’d never treaded down such an existential road, had never considered why, what or who, one thing you could close your eyes and believe in, without hesitation, was love.

And Eddie Munson sure gave you a whole lot of it.

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Games Women Play

Requested, the reader and Jack have been married but it’s a rocky marriage so when he goes on tour she ends up seeing someone else and having an affair with a married man, all ends up crashing and burning in the end.

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You always felt disgusted after you did it because deep down inside you knew what you were doing was wrong and unforgivable, if Jack knew what you were doing he’d leave without a second thought.

You looked down at Joey, and watched how his chest rose and fell due to him have a peaceful slumber. Grasping and pulling the robe on you tighter you got up from your shared bed with Jack to take a shower. You always took showers after sleeping with Joey because you felt like in a way it was washing away your sins.

After you showered you did the rest of your morning routine before heading downstairs to greet your daughter Mariah who was most likely already awake. Mariah was 6 years old and she was very bright and smart no matter how hard you tried you could never put anything past her.

“Good morning my love.” You greeted her as she watched cartoons on the couch with a mouth filled with Fruity Pebble Cereal. “Good morning mommy! Did you sleep good mommy?” She beamed with excitement when she saw you were finally awake, she quickly ran over towards you and hugged your legs. “I did sleep good, what about you my little angel?”

She shrugged her shoulders, “I had a nightmare again last night.” You cooed and brushed a few strands of hair out of her face, she had Jack’s exact curl pattern and hair texture. “Just about daddy I miss him lots mommy.” She pouted the brim of her eyes starting to fill with tears.

“Don’t cry baby how about this before you go to school you can call him? How does that sound.” Her mood instantly picked up as you took out your phone and clicked on Jack’s contact after a few rings he picked up.

“Daddy!!” She grinned and held the phone but she smiled even brighter when Jack appeared on the screen. He had his cap on backwards and had a plain white tee on. Mariah left into the room to talk to Jack while you cleaned up the kitchen.

You’d say your marriage with Jack started getting rocky the minute left for tour, this tour was going to be exactly 4 months long he’d spend 3 months in the states and 1 month out of the states, you had needs womanly needs that needed to be attended and taken care of and maybe having an affair wasn’t the way to take care of those needs but the damage has already been done.

You haven’t really spoken to Jack much since he’s left mainly because you were still upset with him and still wasn’t over the argument the two of you had.

flashback

“So you’re just leaving us? And for 4 months what am I going to tell Mariah, oh I’m sorry sweetie your father would much rather spend his time away on the road than with his own fucking child!?” You spat at Jack and tossed his clothing into his suitcase. He groaned and massaged the side of his face he didn’t feel like arguing but clearly you did.

“I need to support the two of you don’t I? This is my life and my career Y/N you can’t like I won’t be flying the two of you out within a month.” You just rolled your eyes and kept throwing his stuff inside his suitcase. “Are you even listening to me Y/N?”

“You’re talking aren’t you.” You snapped. Jack stood up and made his way over to you he tried taking the clothing out of your hands. “Just put it down alright and talk to me can we talk about this.” “Nope.” You pulled away from him and walked over to your dresser pulling out some of his socks. “You’re leaving tomorrow right? So I need to pack your stuff.”

“Just fucking stop alright Y/N stop acting like the damn victim in this shit.” The victim? He’s the one that wanted to leave Mariah and You for 4 months you had ever right to play victim. You paused what you were doing and faced him, he looked at you in sorrow. “You’re the one leaving us Jack did you even think about me? Or Mariah how she’d feel or how this would impact her not having her father here.”

He looked down at his shoes you shook your head in defeat. “Of course you didn’t you know I think it’s best I go sleepover Neelam’s tonight. I’ll see you whenever you get back.” He didn’t stop you from leaving only because he knew he was wrong he should’ve talked to you about this but instead he just sprung it on you like nothing.

flashback over

“Mommy here you go.” Mariah handed you the phone letting you talk to Jack. “Hi my pretty baby.” Rolling your eyes you propped the phone up on a box of rice so he’d be able to see you while you did the dishes. “What’s up?” You blankly asked. “What’s up?” He questioned. “You’re still mad at me, I’m sorry Y/N alright I already feel guilty and horrible for what I did.”

“You should feel horrible you know Mariah’s daughter and father dance is this Friday and guess who won’t be here, his name rhymes with whack.” He chucked. “Oh so I’m Whack Harlow now?” You stiffed a laugh not wanting him to know you found it funny. “I’m being serious Jack she missed you.. I miss you.” You mumbled that last part but he heard you. “You miss me huh?” He grinned.

“Fine I miss you but don’t let it get to your head.” You told him but it was too late because he was already smiling from ear to ear. “I miss you too baby but look I have to go but I’ll look you later on tonight alright?” You nodded and blew him a kiss and he blew one back before hanging up, you smiled and sighed in relief you were happy the two of you made up.

“Good morning baby.” Joey’s voice came from behind you he placed his hands on your ass giving you ass a quick squeeze making you squeal and lean into his touch. “Good morning handsome how’d you sleep?” With your head on his chest you looked up at him his dark green eyed starring into your eyes. “I slept good especially since last night.” You giggled and turned around in his arms now facing him. “How about we go a few more rounds when I drop Mariah off.”

“Sounds good baby.” He leaned forward placing a few kisses on your lips you moaned and rubbed your body against his, your core started to heat up. “I want you now.” You moaned into his mouth. “You do huh? You sure you can take it because last night the way your eyes were rolling I swear you were about to meet God.” You slapped his chest and pulled back.

“Whatever I’ll show you otherwise.” He grinned and grabbed a banana. “I’m sure you will, don’t be long baby I’ll be waiting.” The entire time the two of you were in the kitchen Mariah was recording Tik Tok's on her iPad but what you didn’t know was that in the background of one of her unpublished videos was Joey and You making out in the kitchen.

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“It feels good to be back home in Louisville.” Urban stretched and nodded. “It sure does even if it’s for the weekend.” Jack was back home in Louisville for the weekend since it was Mariah’s father and daughter dance tomorrow.

He didn’t let you know he was coming he wanted it to be a surprise he even managed to stop by the store to get you some flowers. He got an alert from his phone and it was a email from his ring camera company, for the past few weeks the ring camera hasn’t been working but Jack had gotten someone to come out and fix it just for them to say it was unplugged.

“My ring camera isn’t working again? I pay too much for this shit not to be working.” Jack was growing irritated seeing the email from the ring camera saying the camera wasn’t working again. “Maybe someone is unplugging it again? Maybe it’s Mariah.” That was a possibility but Mariah wasn’t tall enough to reach the plug. “I don’t think so but I’ll just talk to Y/N about it.”

Urban heard there was a few rumors going around in Louisville saying how a few neighbors saw some man coming in and out of your house and random times of the night, he wanted to bring it up to Jack but he figured how wasn’t the time.

After the Uber dropped Urban off Jack was now heading back home he was a bit nervous mainly because he hasn’t seen you for awhile or Mariah, but when he pulled up to the house all his nerves faded away he was ready to be surrounded by his girls.

Approaching the door that’s when he noticed the ring camera was indeed unplugged. He knocked on the door within a few minutes it flung open revealing Mariah and Yourself. “Daddy!!” She squealed and wiggled around in your arms wanting to be put down. “Jack?” You questioned but nonetheless let him in.

“What are you doing here?” You questioned him and watched him tickle Mariah, he looked up at you. “I couldn’t let my little girl go to the father daughter dance without me now could I?” Mariah giggled. “Nope!”

"Hey baby what happened with the ring camera? I noticed it was unplugged." You forgot you unplugged the ring camera you only did it when Joey came around since it altered Jack whenever someone or something was near the door. "Oh I did that I was touching up the front door with some paint." You lied he nodded and thought nothing of it.

You were thrilled Jack was here but at the same time what were you going to do with Joey, for right now he was back home with his wife but you knew he’d be back over tomorrow. “What’s been going on? Any new gossip or tea at school.”

Mariah rolled her eyes at Jack’s attempt to seem cool. “Let’s go play tea party daddy.” He looked back at you making sure you didn’t need him for anything. “You’re good go have fun, make sure you put some makeup on him baby girl.” Mariah grinned and nodded and took a horrified looking Jack upstairs.

You wanted to text Joey and warn him not to come over but with his history of cheating on his wife she had every single password on his phone so she’d most definitely question him if she saw a message from some women she’s never heard of. The only thing you could do was simply pray he wouldn’t show up.

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Jack had just gotten finished getting ready for the father and daughter dance, you were downstairs doing Mariah’s hair when he came into the kitchen. You practically drooled seeing him dressed up in an all black fitted suit and the way his hazel brown colored curls hanged and stuck up in any and every direction had you clenching your legs and that’s something Jack noticed.

“You good over there baby?” He devilishly smirked. “I’m so good are you good?” You squeaked out he chuckled. “I’m doing good but when you’re done you think you can come help me in the bathroom real quick?”

You quickly finished up Mariah’s hair and made your way into the bathroom. “Jack? Where are you.” You whispered yelled. “I’m right here baby.” Before you could’ve even then around he had you pushed up against the sink with your ass pressed up against his crock. “I fucking missed you so much Y/N.” You moaned as he nibbled on your ear-lope and made his way down to your neck, you shivered when he blew on your neck.

“I missed you too Jack so much baby.” He begins to suck on your neck very softly you can feel the pressure start to increase as he sucks harder, you moan feeling his dick pressing against your ass through his pants, he was always so big. “Jack please I need you.” He pulls away and admired his working giving it a nod in approval. “You might wanna cover that up baby.” You groan inspecting your neck seeing he left a hickey the size of Texas.

“Mommy, Daddy? Can we take a picture together on my iPad.” Mariah’s voice came from the other side of the door, Jack opened the door letting Mariah come inside. “Of course Princess, where is it I’ll go get it.”

“It’s in our room under the bed.” Jack nodded and made his way upstairs. Making his way into your shared bedroom he looked around confused seeing a pair of sweats that weren’t his laying on the bathroom floor tucked under a few used towels. But he shook his head letting it go he just figured Clay or Sunni might’ve came over since they tended to use your bathroom.

Taking the iPad from under the bed he opened the camera roll he was scrolling through pictures laughing and smiling at little videos Mariah had taken of the two of you but he stopped when he saw a video of Mariah doing some Tik Tok trend, in the back was a video of you but the thing is you weren’t alone.

“What the fuc-.” He was interrupted by the doorbell ringing. “Who is it?” He heard you yell, Jack took the iPad and hurried down the stairs. “Who's at the door?” You shrugged your shoulders. Jack opened the door and came face to face with Joey.

Jack looked Joey up and down noticing a bouquet of red roses in his hands and a box of Hershey chocolate Jack noticed Joey had the same snake tattoo on his arm just like the man in the video, that’s when he put two and two together this man in-front of him was the man that was kissing on his wife.

“Jack, honey who is it we’re about to lea-.” You stopped in your tracks seeing Joey and Jack standing there. Jack had a look of disbelief and disappointment all over his face. “Are you.. are you having an affair?”

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xsweetcatastrophe · 3 days

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You Broke Me First

part 19

"How do you not remember when this took the internet by storm?" Zoe exclaimed, showing Cillian the picture of infamous "is it gold and white or is it blue and black" dress.

"Because I'm not on the internet, and thank God, because it's clearly blue and black" he said, grabbing the phone out of her hand.

"It's gold and white, and you need an eye exam" Zoe replied, laughing

Zoe and Cillian haven't left the bed. They were laying around, with the TV playing softly in the background while they talked and laughed about everything, bed sheet barely covering their naked bodies with kisses and touches in between. Zoe never felt more vulnerable, yet never felt more safe with someone before. She didn't know that Cillian felt the same way. He didn't want to call her a distraction, because she was far from that, but he was nice to be able to enjoy the day for once with someone.

"That better not be a joke about my age" Cillian said, grabbing her by her torso and pulling her into him, peppering her neck with kisses and tickling her.

"Hey, if the orthopedic shoe fits..." Zoe shot back.

"HEY" Cillian exclaimed, pulling his face away from her neck, "Those shoes are comfy"

Zoe broke out laughing and kissed him. She smiled in the kiss, and when she pulled away she kept her forehead against his. She stared in his eyes and felt him sigh.

"Whatcha thinkin' about, Cill?" She whispered.

"About how much I don't want to get up and leave. But I left Scout. and If i'm staying here for a few days I gotta pack" Cillian replied.

"Scout already being a cock block," Zoe joked, shaking her head.

"yea, i'll make sure he knows that ends tonight" He said, giving her a quick peck and pulling away, sitting up and looking for his clothes. Zoe sat up as well and watched him stand up and pull on his underwear and pants. She grabbed her phone from the bedside table, and saw 3 missed calls from her mom as well as a text message.

If you don't answer me tonight i'm calling the police for a welfare check

Zoe rolled her eyes. "God this woman will be the death of me," She groaned.

"who?"

"My mother"

"Oh stop, she's probably not that bad. That's your mom. Be nice"

"Cill, you have no idea. This woman is crazy." As she finished her sentence, the phone rang again, it was her.

"See?? she's calling me again!"

"So answer her, jeez"

"you know what, I will, and i'll put her on speakerphone just so you can hear how much of a nutjob she is"

Zoe pressed accept and hit speaker on her phone.

"Hi ma"

"You know, really, am I that much of a horrible mother that you don't want to speak to me?" Zoe's mom started. "You never call, you never text, you never answer..."

Zoe looked up at Cillian, rolling her eyes. He dramatically shook his finger at her, mouthing "bad girl" silently.

"I've been busy, I'm sorry. But calling the police is a bit dramatic" Zoe replied.

"Well how do I know you're not dead? You live in that town full of crazies -"

"Well I'm not, and you got me on the phone, so what's up mom?" Zoe interrupted. She knew this could be a 4 hour phone call if she let her keep going.

"Bunny, did you book your plane ticket yet? The party is this weekend, please don't tell me you're not coming"

Shit. Zoe looked at Cillian, who raised one eyebrow at her.

"No, mom, i'm coming. I wouldn't miss it. I'm buying my ticket tomorrow"

Zoe had been putting money aside for the plane ticket. But to be honest, she had assumed the fares would go down, and they haven't yet. She would have to bite the bullet and buy them now, because they showed no signs of coming down.

"Perfect. Send me the flight info when you do. Is your boyfriend coming? Please say yes"

Shit.

She looked at Cillian, who's eyebrow was still raised, now nodding his head.

Zoe went wide eyed and shook her head.

They had about 15 seconds of this silent, dramatic head nodding/shaking war, until Zoe's mom interrupted them.

"Bunny? you there?"

"Yea, yea i'm here" Zoe said, sighing. "I'll see. he needs to check his schedule."

"Ok. Make sure you fly into Newark, you know how I hate all the other airports, you know I flew into Laguardia once-"

"Hey mom, not to cut this short but I gotta shower and head to bed, but I'll send you the flight info as soon as I have it, I promise, okay?"

"Oh, okay Bunny. I'll let you go. I love you and I can't wait to see you."

"I love you too, bye mom" Zoe said, quickly hanging up and throwing her phone on the bed.

Well If I knew that was where the conversation was going, I wouldn't of put it on speakerphone, she thought.

"Oh yea, she's the worst" Cillian said dramatically.

"Oh shut up, you got her on a good day" Zoe replied. Cillian got up, now fully dressed, and headed out of the room into the hallway to get his shoes. "Let's burn her at the stake" He yelled back.

Zoe rolled her eyes but couldn't hold back a laugh. She threw on a baggy T shirt and followed him into the living room, leaning against the door way watching him put his shoes on. He stood up and walked towards her.

"What's this weekend?" He said, putting his hands on her hips.

"My niece's birthday party" She said, wrapping her arms around his torso. Cillian looked towards the wall Zoe had of photos, zoning in on the phone of her and her niece. "That little cutie?" He asked. Zoe nodded, smiling.

"She seems like she'd be pretty disappointed if you missed her birthday" He said, turning back to her.

"I know, I know. I'm buying the ticket tomorrow"

Cillian squinted his eyes. "only one?"

"Cillian, I'm serious. You don't need to come," Zoe started.

"But I want to." He interrupted. Zoe sighed.

"I don't know. We'll see. Let me get back to you tomorrow night, okay? My mom is a lot."

Cillian smiled, and kissed her nose. "you stress too much" He whispered, then moving to buy his face in her neck. "So Bunny....." He started.

Zoe rolled her eyes. "Just an old nickname. From when I was a kid. Only a couple people call me that."

Cillian pulled away to smile at her. "It's cute." He leaned in and kissed her.

After what felt like forever, they finally pulled away from each other.

"Okay, I don't want to, but I gotta go. Scout is probably bursting since he hasn't been outside in hours" Cillian said, letting go of her and walking towards the door.

"Do you think you're gonna come by tomorrow?" Zoe asked.

"I mean yea.. I'm going home and getting a bag and will probably be here by noon if that's okay"

Zoe went into the kitchen where she hid the spare key, handing it to him. "Sure. make yourself at home, we'll figure it out." Cillian smiled, taking the key and kissing her on the cheek.

"I'll text you when I get home, and i'll see you tomorrow." He said, before reluctantly opening the front door. Zoe smiled at him. "See ya, Cill."

"See ya, Zo'"

Zoe locked the door behind him, sighing. She made her way back to her bedroom and picked up her clothes and placed them in the hamper. She washed her face and brushed her teeth, and headed back to bed; bringing the sheets as close as possible to her nose as they smelled like Cillian. She couldn't get enough.

After about 20 minutes of trying to find something on TV, her phone went off. It was Cillian.

Just got in from walking Scout. About to take a shower and start packing. I miss you already.

Zoe smiled, opening the message to reply.

I miss you too, but the sooner you go to sleep the sooner tomorrow comes, then you can be here all the time

That's something Zoe's father used to tell her on Christmas eve, or whenever she was too excited to sleep over something. The sooner you sleep, the sooner tomorrow comes.

Zoe took that advice through her adult years, but used it for bad days. The sooner you went to sleep, the sooner the bad day would be over and a new day could start.

Zoe's phone went off again, indicating Cillian had replied.

Rather be sleeping with you.

Zoe blushed. Her phone went off again.

Oh, by the way, send these to your mom.

Zoe sat up instantly. What did he do?

the message came through and she was sick to her stomach.

It was flight details.

We fly out Friday. i'll see you tomorrow, Bunny. x

tags: @lau219

#cillian x fem!reader #cillian fic #cillian murphy x oc #cillian murphy x reader #cillian x reader #cillian murphy

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popquizhot-shot · 1 year

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Haven't I- 4

a/n :tHANK you all for the love! i'm so sorry it's been a while! but chapter 5 will also be out this week so have fun<3 tell me how you like this chapter! part-3

Ellie had her gun trained on the group of men, gaze unwavering as she stared�� them down, “We don’t need your help.”

The man stepped forward and in a flash, Amy was on her feet, her own gun pointed at them as well.

“We thank you for killing those clickers, now please leave us alone.”

The man’s voice was soft. Smooth like honey when he asked, “What’s your name?”

In a moment of complete stupidity, she contemplated giving him her name, but all she did was snarl, “Leave us, or I’l put a bullet in each of your heads.”

In a split second, his eyes seemed to turn animalistic. Predatory. And they softened again. She took note of his hands clenching and how he looked at Ellie.

“Let’s go boys. It’s a long way home.” he turned, defeated.

Without another word, the three men mounted their horses and rode away. The women watched until they disappeared into the horizon

.Amy watched, even after they had gone. The man’s eyes.He was not a friend, certainly not with the way he looked at Elie.

As they kept walking, she promised herself one thing. If they crossed paths with him again, he’d be dead.

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“Here.” you hand Joel some dried meat as you slowed Laila down, “You haven’t eaten.”

He rides past you, “I’m fine.”

With a grunt, you kick Laila into a slow trot to catch up with him, “Just shut up and take it, Miller.” You chuck it at him and he catched it without missing a beat.

You huff out a laugh when he stuffs the entire thing in his mouth like some kind of mannerless brute, “You’re welcome.”

It’s a bit messed up, but even though this is a rescue mission, it feels like old times when he had taught you how to ride.

After a few beats of silence, he speaks up, “How’d you meet Tommy and Maria?”

You lick your lips, “Maria rescued me. Years before she met Tommy, I was half dead when she found me.”

“And.. Tommy?”

You snort, “We met Tommy when we were scouting the area. Poor guy was shit-scared. I paired them together ever since.”

He scoffs, “So you’re the person to thank for my darling sister in law?”

“She’s a good person, Joel.” You roll your eyes, “Where’d you live before Jackson?”

“Boston QZ. Tommy and I were smugglers before he joined the fireflies.”

“He did tell me that.” you hum, “Ya’ll had a partner as well right?”

He goes quiet then, and you have to internally cringe.Idiot.

“Yeah, we did.” he answers and you nod.

“We’re going to have to ride downhill about half a mile from here. Robby’s jumpy, so be careful.” you inform him and you can sense his relief as his shoulders relax and he nods.

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“I’m hungry.” Ellie whined and Amy reached into her pack and threw a wad of bread at the girl who accepted it and chewed heartily.

The sun set early in winter. Already the sky was dark and the sun was dipping below the horizon. They needed to start a fire and she was bent over a pile of wood and flint in her hand.

With every scrape the urge to go back grew. But then she’d look at Ellie and realise that she couldn’t. The girl meant so much to her. She couldn’t betray her, not after she’d been left alone all her life.

Her brow was sweaty and her hands were smarting. With one final scrape, there was a spark and it took to the wood and dried leaves.

She leaned back against a tree trunk and tried to think of nothing. But her mind just drifted to Joel and to Jackson. It looked like home.

Her quiet was interrupted as Ellie shuffled towards her and laid her head onto her shoulder. Her eyes softened as the girl snuggled into her. She snaked her hand around the girl and patted her cheek, “Sleep, bug.”

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The fire crackles and they’re a little closer to catching up with Amy and Ellie.

Joel chugs whiskey from a flask, you had stupidly forgotten to get one packed for yourself so all you do is stare into the fire and hope you don’t look as pathetic as you feel.

Wordlessly, he hands the flask to you and you turn to look at him, “You don’t have to.”

He just rolls his eyes and forces it into your hands, “Just have some. It’s cold.”

The drink burns as it goes down your throat and you grimace, “Did Tommy give you the shit whiskey he keeps in his cupboard?”

Joel smirks, “”Tommy said it was the handiwork of some guy called Kenny?

“Ugh.” you groan, “Kenny’s alcohol is ass-”

“-But it keeps you warm.” you and Joel finish in unison and chuckle.

“Tommy’s an idiot.” you take another swig and resist the urge to shudder.

“I’ll say.” Joel agrees.

“He’s a hero though.” you look into the fire and he turns to face you.

“That's what he always wanted to be. He joined the army because he wanted to serve the country. Didn’t do shit.” Joel scoffs.

“I’m not talking Desert Storm, Miller. Nor am I talking about the Fireflies. He’s helped the people of Jackson. They look up to him.”

“You must know him an awful lot if he’s told you about Desert Storm.”

“They’re the only family I have, Miller.” you confess. “He’s my brother. Mari’s my sister.”

He raises an eyebrow, “Where do I come in this equation?I’m his brother.”

You grin and look into the blaze once more, “You’re the annoying uncle who visits once a year with gifts and always curses the weather and ‘them darned teenage kids.”

To your surprise, he laughs. “Tommy would definitely agree with you.”

“That’s because I’m right.”

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The night had gone by quickly, and by mid afternoon you and Joel had managed to cover a good distance.

“Would you stop humming?” Joel groaned, “At least sing another song. You’ve been destroying ‘Ring of Fire’ for the last half an hour.”

You bark out a laugh, “Can you blame me, Miller? It’s Johnny Cash, he’s the best.”

He rolled his eyes, “Then sing another, and Hank Williams is the best.”

“Fine.” you relent, “And I choose to ignore the second part of your sentence.”

His weak argument was drowned as you began singing the beginning of ‘Jackson’, much to his chagrin.

“No-” “I’m going to Jackson, I’m gonna mess around!~”

“You’re terrible-” “ Yeah I’m going to Jackson, look out Jackson town~”

You hummed the rest of the song and he grumbled, “I should have just gone alone.

“You would have died.”

“That’s better than this,” he argues.

You clutch your chest in mock hurt, “You wound me, Miller.”

He just shakes his head, “Keep ridin.”

“That’s what she said.” you snorted.

“You’re worse than a teenage girl.”

“There’s an open free plane here that is good for galloping.” you say and kick Laila into a canter, “Be careful, it’s on the banks of a frozen lake!” you raise your voice as Laila’s pace increases and Joel is left behind.

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Insufferable. Careless. Stupid. Joel thinks as he catches up with you, the area is covered with snow and there’s a frozen lake on his left.

“There’s a safehouse about a few minutes from here,” you point forward,” With food and firewood. From there we can take a shortcut and meet them in the middle.” saying so you wink at him, mask up and urge Laila to gallop. Leaving Joel in metaphorical dust.

His mouth twists into a small smirk. It’s been years since he’s actually ridden, He adjusts his reins. Heels down. And then he’s galloping.

What he doesn’t account for is the slush on the bank of the lake and the fact that his horse is jumpy. The animal slips and begins panicking. In a moment of fear, his hands flail about. And he calms himself and gathers the reins. He pulls them to stop Robby from moving any further and mutters gentle words to him.

In his peripheral he can see you riding to him, mask up and hood down. He sees your eyes drift to the lake and he does too.

There’s an army green watch lying on its surface.

In horror, he looks at his hands and his watch is not on his wrist. Not where it’s supposed to be. He dismounds Robby and heads for the lake but he can’t breathe.

The watch. Sarah. His watch.

He looks up and you’re running to him. His breaths are short and quick. He feels warm hands on his face and he sees your eyes look into his own. Your voice is muffled but it guides him back into some semblance of sanity.

“Hey, Hey, Joel. You’re okay. You’re alright.” your thumbs caress his cheeks and you nod reassuringly, “I’ll get it.”

All he can do is stare, like some pathetic little child, as you slowly make your way to the watch. Each step is cautious.

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The watch, The damn watch. The very one you’d gifted to him and the one Sarah had gotten fixed for his birthday. It had broken when the two of you were fighting. He had thrust his arm out to prove a point and it flew off his wrist and cracked against the bedroom wall.

All his fight left him as he rushed to pick it up with frantic murmurs and cradled it like it was a newborn. He was so miserable, you’d cupped his face in your hands and he’d apologised profusely.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, this was not the time to think of the past. Each step you took was followed by a creek. Just a little further. How the hell did it manage to land this far?.

A few more steps and it was in your hand. You turned back and slid it towards the bank where the ice was thicker. Joel all but fell to his knees and picked it up. Fastening it tight to his wrist immediately.

You were halfway back, your mask had fallen and the air was biting despite it being mid-afternoon. Your steps began to waver.

Then there was a deafening crack and the dark cold.

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Bang!

“Wide. Focus on your breathing bug.” Amy instructs Ellie and the girl groans.

“This gun is shit, it doesn’t aim right.”

The older woman rolls her eyes and takes the gun, and ejects the cartridge. Loading the gun again, she assumes her position and aims at the target, “You have to squeeze the trigger like it owes you money and you’re wringing its neck. Breathing should be slow, and steady. Breathe in and breathe out.” She shoots.

Ellie scoffs, “I’m pretty sure you missed.” She looks into the binoculars and gawks, “You bitch.”

Amy can’t help but let out a laugh and she shrugs sheepishly, “Is the gun still shit?”

“Hell yes!”

It’s moments like this where Amy can see Ellie misses Joel. The girl’s eyes are subdued and she hasn’t spoken a word against him like she did almost every day.

She says nothing, only pats her daughter’s shoulder and hands her the gun, “Again, bug.”

She knows there’s a good chance the gunshot will be heard if people are coming after them. And its hard to admit but some part of her wants him to hear. Though it’s unlikely, some childish part longs for him to ride in like some fated hero of old.

Bang!

“Bug, you hit the target!”

Ellie tries to look nonchalant but there was no missing the glee in the little girl’s eyes, “Of course I did.”

All Amy can do is huff out a laugh, “Good job, kid.”

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Everything is cold. There’s a fire in the fireplace and the sound of boiling water reaches your ears. He found the shelter.

Your teeth chatter uncontrollably. The blanket he’s covered you with does little to help.

“J-Joel!” your voice is weak and comes out as more than a whisper. He doesn’t hear it.

You thrash around and kick a stool over, making as much noise as you can. He seems to have heard that because he strides in with a towel and steaming bowl. He kneels down next to your shivering form.

“The-the watch?” you ask feebly as he dips the towel in the bowl.

He doesn’t answer, working in silence as he dabs your head and then pushes your shirt up so that he can place the towel there. The cold of the shirt, as well as the heat of the towel is contrasting and you cry out at the sudden change.

The both of you know there’s only one way to prevent hypothermia and possible death.

He looks you in the eye and you nod, allowing him to raise his hands above your head. You try not to think about the fact that you haven’t bothered to shave in years. But he doesn’t linger. He removes your shirt and lays it out before the fireplace.

He then moves to unbutton your jeans and its hard work bringing them down, his fingers snag onto your underwear and he pulls them off as well.

Good, respectful Joel pays no mind to your nakedness. He only unclasps your bra and places all your clothes to dry in front of the fire and covers you with the blanket.

He sheds his jacket and takes off his shirt. Your eyes roam the expanse of his chest, littered with scars. You want to scream. You should have been there for him. If you weren’t such a boneheaded idiot that night, none of this would’ve happened.

You look up when he steps out of his jeans and gets under the covers. After a beat, his strong arms wrap around you and pull you into him. Your hands meet at his lower back and your face is hidden in the crook of his neck.

“I’m sorry.” you whisper into the crook of his neck and he shushes you.

“Thank you. For doing that for me.” he murmurs. His rough hands travel the length of your arms to generate heat and you relish in the feeling of his warmth. Without realising, you snuggle closer to him.

Your eyes want to slip shut but you force yourself to stay awake in this purgatory. In his arms, just like you used to be. A chill moves through you and you shiver, wriggling into his form a bit more and he holds you tighter.

“Rest, Mitch.” His voice is soft. Like honey. Like everything good in this world.

As your eyes close, you pray he hasn’t seen the tattoo on your back. The very one he had on his own.

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inkymoon16 · 6 months

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Love At First Sight

Bobby Skeetz x Reader

tags: first person narrative, inhaler imagine

Today was the day. The Inhaler concert. My friend and I had been planning this day for months. When we bought the concert tickets I felt an unmatched happiness and anticipation for the date. I had been a fan of Inhaler since 2020 and I was confident of my lyric knowledge.

I had introduced my friend to the band a couple months ago and she immediately loved them. We planned to get to the city early so that we could wait on line and get barricade. I really wanted to be as close to the music as possible and I didn't care how long I waited. We had packed lunch and dinner in disposable baggies in order to not leave the line. Even though the band is not that well known, we didn't want to take any chances.

I checked my phone and it was around 5:00. Doors open soon. Waiting in the line all day made those final 2 hours feel like nothing. We had managed to be some of the first people on line so barricade was almost a guarantee. My stomach danced in the anticipation of seeing the boys on stage. I had dreamed of this day for so long. All those hours of watching interviews and concert footage and I was finally going to see them in person. I smiled thinking about it.

We had picked our outfits months ago - our anticipation getting the best of us. I had on Levi's jeans, a black tank top, and since it was a little chilly out, a jean jacket. The outfit was very 70s inspired. My hair was down around my shoulders and we had both done our makeup. My friend had on leather pants, Vans, and a purple bralette. As the time got closer to doors opening, we could hear their soundchecks. I could hear "My Honest Face" and "Cheer Up Baby" faintly through the doors. My heart raced, anticipating hearing those up close to my face.

The doors finally opened and we raced inside. The cool inside felt nice against my skin and the open floor made my feet pick up speed. Next thing I know, we got barricade. I looked at my friend and we both broke into massive grins.

"Thank God. We did it." She said. We were so close to the stage. Like so close. If one of the band members kneeled down, they would be right in my face. My heart rate once again picked up. All of them were so fine. I know my friend fancied Eli, but I personally fancied Bobby. God, he was so hot. I literally felt myself blushing just thinking about him. And the fact that in just a couple hours he would be right in front of me made me blush harder.

The time seemed to drag by so slowly. The opening act was good, but nothing crazy. 30 minutes left until they came on. The tension in the pit was palpable. Everyone was nervous but beyond excited.

The lights went out. I felt my heart drop to the floor and my face broke out into a massive grin. This was the moment. Finally. As the lights came back on, shining upon their bodies I blushed for no reason. There they were. Bobby looked so fucking good. I could see my friend practically drooling over Eli.

Bobby's microphone was at the perfect angle where we kept making eye contact. I didn't want to seem delusional but after a couple repeated times, it felt as though he was seeking me out. So I acted it up a little. Dancing in a sexy way and sending him flirtatious smirks. He reciprocated one of the smirks and I felt my heart flutter.

At one point during "My King Will Be Kind" Bobby came close to barricade and bent down in front of me. He started strumming his guitar directly at me and I could see every detail in his beautiful face. I gazed right into his eyes and saw they were glazed with adrenaline and lust. My stomach was filled with butterflies. He grabbed my chin and whispered "Meet me outside later" close to my face before backing away. He winked and stood back up.

Holy shit. I looked to my friend for confirmation that this did actually happen and I wasn't hallucinating. Her face was flooded with shock. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" I yelled at her. The girls near me kept shooting daggers with their eyes, but I couldn't care less.

For the rest of the concert, Bobby and I kept making eye contact. I had no idea where on Earth I was supposed to meet him, but I would find it. I just had to make sure no other fans followed us.

As soon as the concert finished, my friend and I tried to get out of the venue as quickly as we could. Outside on the street we went around the corner to see if there was an exit that we could find. Down a side alley there was an unmarked door and we both shrugged before entering the dark alley.

"Honestly if we die while waiting for this band it was so worth it." She said.

I nodded. "Oh, absolutely."

Fortunately, we did not have to wait long. Josh came through the door first, followed by Ryan. They waved to us, clearly unphased by our presence. They waited at the end of the alley with their hands in their pockets. Eli and Robert came out and he immediately smiled at me.

"Hello gorgeous." Bobby said to me. I gave him a seductive smile and he put his arm around my back.

"Where are we going?" I ask, as I could hear my friend strike up a conversation with Eli.

"The bar next door - there's cheap drinks and dancing."

"Perfect."

We entered the bar, the bouncer barely checking us. The music was loud and pounded against my heart. It was dark and dimly lit, with a makeshift dance floor on the side. We approached the bar and he came close to my face. "Let me buy you a drink. I didn't get your name either."

"Rum and coke. It's Sienna."

"Sienna. What a lovely name. Well I guess you know I'm Bobby."

I laughed. "Really? Didn't know." I said sarcastically, which made him crack a smile at this. We got our drinks and he put his arm around me again.

"Come on, let's dance." He led me towards the dance floor and I felt my heart swoon at the sight of him, sweaty in dim bar lightning. He had combat boots, jeans, and a faded band t-shirt on. I wanted to consume him at that moment. His eyes roamed over me in the same way.

The music danced around us as we screamed the well known lyrics at each other. Each moment was getting more lustful as he leaned towards me. His lips caught mine and the world was suddenly on fire. It was like nothing else mattered. His hands grabbed my hips as mine grabbed his hair. We made out like that for a while. We kept dancing and making out. In between small talk conversation of course.

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eroseas · 1 year

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gimme a lil angsty drabble of reader and ellie being exes who still love each other and miss each other but know that they’re not good for each other right now (hint hint maybe things will be different in the future)

firstly, im very sorry for the late reply! ive been a bit busy. hopefully you enjoy this tho cause it definitely made me feel shit. in a good way tho. also, i saw a tiktok of that doctor strange scene where christine and strange were talkin and christine says "there are other things that can give your life meaning" and strange goes "like what? like you?"

....yea so anyway. heres this for you, my dove.

cw; idk angst? ellie is kind of a meanie but its fine.

word count; 1.6k

an; i say that ellie sings a song that obviously she did not write. don't take it personal. if u see errors no u dont

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“There are other things that can give your life meaning,” you had pleaded, exasperated, exhausted.

Ellie was unimpressed; had scoffed all mean and bitter and utterly defeated. You remember it like it was yesterday. The way her lips had pulled back into a sneer, like she couldn’t stand the thought of anything else, anyone else, being important to her. Like the thought of holding you on a pedestal made her sick.

The fact of the matter had been that Joel had slipped into a coma six months prior to your fight, and he wasn’t going to wake up anytime soon. The doctors were doing anything and everything, Ellie had been traveling all over the world to find answers, and you– You had gone with her. You did everything you possibly could. You loaned money to her, didn’t bat an eye when she sold things you had gotten her for the extra cash, you didn’t flinch when she became distant. You stayed. You were loyal. You knew deep down she loved you, and that this was just something she had to do for Joel’s sake. You could understand that, you’d even excused any questionable thing she said or did. And yet.

She hadn’t missed a beat. Arguing wasn’t new at this point. You’d get into it every other day. There was only so much you could take; the constant bickering, the snide remarks under her breath. You could take it, for the most part.

And yet.

“Like what?” She snapped, her face permanently etched into a scowl, “Like you?”

It had rendered you speechless. A devastation that rocked you internally. It was the worst thing she had ever said. Four little words, and that’s all it took.

You had shut down. You both knew that this was it. That the relationship wouldn’t survive after that outburst, that it just wouldn’t be the same. You didn’t leave, though. You kept staying over to cook her dinner, and you’d clean the house while she traveled. For two months, neither of you said a word to each other that wasn’t hello, goodbye, thanks, or you’re welcome.

And just as those two months were up, Joel finally woke up.

Even so, you had left. Once you got the news, you had given her a hug and kiss. You visited Joel at the hospital, gave him a nice bouquet in a boot-shaped vase, and smiled as Ellie played the guitar for him.

You were gone the following morning. Not much else to it.

You couldn’t leave your apartment for three months. You couldn’t stomach throwing away the pictures of you two, couldn’t even get rid of the guitar picks she left at your apartment. The ghost of Ellie lived there still, and it was all you had left. Therapy, and time, and lots of patience helped. You started going out again, started hanging around Dina and Jesse, and four months after the break-up, you packed up all of Ellie’s stuff and shoved it under your bed. She was important to you still, and you’d never deny that. But out of sight, out of mind, right?

Two years had gone by, and here you were. Junior year of university had just begun, and you, Jesse, Dina, and Ellie all had a class together.

You huff out a breath, and adjust the strap to your bag. You haven’t seen Ellie in months. You ran into her by chance at the cafe down the street from your apartment, where you both always went to for breakfast. She had smiled at you, and nodded her head, and after that, poof. Gone again.

You shift on your feet, waiting for an appropriate time to walk into the class. You’d gotten there early, hoping to grab a good seat. Once you deemed the time appropriate, you snuck into the class and looked for a table. You faltered in your step, recognizing the silhouette of the person sitting alone at a table towards the back of the room. Ellie. You nibble at your lip, a sick little habit that you could never give up, and weigh your options. Sit by yourself because Jesse and Dina will want to sit with Ellie, or suck it up and sit with her alone for a few minutes. You sigh quietly.

“Fuck.” You mutter, ducking your head. Your feet start to move before you have the chance to change your mind, and you eye the earbuds sticking out of Ellie’s pierced ears once you get to where she is. You reach over hesitantly to tap her shoulder, suddenly hit with the thought that you used to just jump on her shoulders anytime you wanted. How things change.

She looks up at you before you can think about it too hard. Her eyes widen in surprise and she flounders for a bit, her lips parting open but no words escaping.

“Mind if I sit?” You ask, putting her out of the misery of finding something to say. She blinks, and nods quickly, grabbing her bag out of the seat next to her.

“Yeah, fuck, sorry–” She mumbles, clearing out her little mess on the table. You eye her notebook, catching the sight of what looks like a song. You slip yourself into the seat, and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. She quickly shoves her tattooed arm in front of her notebook, hiding it from your gaze. You look away, and start grabbing your notebook from your bag.

The air is thick, even though the room is so fucking big. You can vaguely hear the music coming from her earbuds, and you try not to look at her.

She looks the same, though. A little more grown, a little less tired. Like the dread has finally let her go. The calmness suits her. You remember her being tense and guarded from when you two were together; how nothing could calm her down. This Ellie, though, she looks like she fuckin’ sunbathes and does yoga. The thought makes you snort, and you duck your head quickly, embarrassed. Ellie looks over at you, a small grin on her lips, and when you meet her gaze, you realize it looks a little sad. You ignore it.

“It’s–” She coughs softly to clear her throat, wincing at her awkwardness, “It’s good to see you.”

You mess with the pen in your hand, looking over her features. The freckles you used to kiss every night, and the lips that used to kiss the beauty mark on your neck, and the stupid little slit in her eyebrow that you know the story to but you swore you would never tell. You smile, trying to be polite, but it falls quickly.

“Yeah, you too,” you nod, opening your notebook to try to look busy. The class starts filling with bodies, thankfully, and if Dina gives you a worried glance when she sits in front of you, you pretend not to notice.

Growth is hard. It takes time, and effort, and it’s a push and pull every single day. Being around Ellie more has allowed you to experience this growth full force. You moved on after two years, sure, but now it's being put to the test. It’s hard to be around her, to treat her like she’s only a little bit more than a stranger when she used to be everything. It gets easier as time goes by, but then Dina just had to barge into your apartment, yelling like a crazy woman.

You jump out of bed, rushing to the living room where she holds her phone out like a bomb. You breathe heavily, looking over her face and figure to make sure she’s not hurt. She looks back at you with wide eyes and a shit-eating grin, in perfect condition.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You exclaim, and she steps closer, shoving her phone towards you. You squint at it questionably, gesturing to it.

“The fuck is that?” You ask, your voice still on the verge of a yell, and she squeals suddenly.

“This is a fucking Spotify account. More importantly, it’s Ellie’s fucking Spoitfy account where she posts songs that are about you!”

The statement makes you freeze. At first, the words don’t register in your brain. When they do, you scoff. Dina raises an eyebrow at you, silently asking you to try her life so she can prove it to you. You cross your arms over your chest, and glare at the phone.

“Songs?” You ask, to which Dina nods. “Like, plural?”

She groans in annoyance, connecting her phone to the bluetooth speaker. She scrolls, then clicks on a song. You peer over at her phone and notice it’s titled my kind of woman. It makes you lose your breath, hearing her voice and knowing the face she pulls when she sings a certain word. You bite the tip of your nail, and try to take deep, calming breaths.

You and Dina sit there for what seems like hours, listening to every song in her discography. There’s not much, but the songs about you tell you everything you need to know at the moment. It brings back a feeling that you had when you two first started seeing each other. That giddy little fluttering in your tummy, the hope that you snuffed out years ago.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, and when you pull it out, you eye the message on the screen.

ellie

3:46pm

hey. would you mind meeting me for some coffee? i was hoping we could talk.

When Dina catches a glimpse of the dreamy look on your face, she asks what's up. You’re too content to not tell her, and yet–

“I’ll tell you after.” You smile.

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