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violet211221 · 1 year

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Little Paw | Lee Know

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♡ genre: fluff, literally fluff ♡ tw: mentions of death

♡ word count: 3.2k

♡ short summary: on a snowy morning, you make two new friends: a cat and one of your new neighbors

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You yawn while you make coffee. It's only 7am, and your job starts at 9am, but you woke up so early because you're the type of person who prefers to do all her habits. Coffee is essential for you, especially since you moved to Seoul alone and started working extra hours. You simply cannot stay awake without a big cup of coffee, so the espresso machine is your best friend.

After your cup is full, you sit down at the small table in your kitchen, phone and notebook in hands. You text your mom "Good morning," then check your to-do list for the project you're working on. You are so caught up in your thoughts about your work that you almost miss the faint meow coming from your garden. You stop and listen carefully and there it is again: a thin sound like a child's cry, coming from somewhere near the door at the entrance of your house. You quickly look out the kitchen window, but you see nothing. It's winter, and the sun hasn't had time to rise yet, probably being blocked by fluffy snow clouds as well. It's probably going to snow soon.

You've always loved cats, but your parents never let you have one. But you find them absolutely adorable and, if someone were to ask you what kind of animal you want to be, you'd choose to be a cat. So the thought that a cat might be outside, in the cold, worries you. You abandon the notebook you were looking at and the cup of coffee you didn't get to drink from, you put on your coat directly over your fluffy pajamas and put on your boots.

You open the door and quickly go down the three steps of the house, only to notice that it is really snowing. The flakes are small, and the white layer is barely noticeable, but on the stone path of the yard, you can see some traces of small paws through the snow. The cat went through your yard, then probably went out somewhere on the street. You start after her, following her paws, determined to adopt her if you don't find any medallion around her neck. You go out into the street and look around you, looking for other footprints. You notice that the cat jumped from your fence directly onto the sidewalk, stopping a few houses away. You see her, a small black spot in the middle of the landscape that is starting to turn white. She stands in front of the gate of one of your neighbors. You haven't moved to this street for a long time, so you haven't had time to get to know your neighbors. Does her owner live there? The cat noticed that you left your yard, turning towards you and looking at you curiously. "Hey, little one."

She continues to look at you as you start to take small steps towards her. You don't want to scare her and run away. "Is that where you live? What are you doing outside at this hour?" You keep talking to her until you cover half of the road that separates you. You stop and sit down, and the cat gets up.

"Don't run. I won't hurt you." To your surprise, the cat does not run away, but takes a step towards you.

"I live a few houses away. You passed by my yard earlier. Remember?" Maybe it seems silly that you are talking to an animal and you most likely look like a crazy person now, but you don't care. Your mom used to tell you that animals can tell what kind of person you are just by the way you talk to them. So you want to show to this black ball of fur that you are not a bad person. And it seems to work, because the cat approaches you cautiously. "It's ok." you tell her. "You can come closer if you want." The cat comes closer, now only a few steps away from you. You hold out your hand slowly, letting her sniff you until the cat pushes her little head into your palm. She starts purring while letting herself be caressed by you. "You're not wet, so you haven't been out for a long time. Did you come from a house or hide somewhere?" You scratch the small animal under the chin. "You have no collar around your neck. What am I going to do with you?" One of the cat's ears moves to the left, towards the yard in front of which you found her. She stops purring, then turns her head completely in that direction. You follow her gaze and notice a boy looking at you. The gate is open behind him, an the cat runs towards him and starts rubbing against his bare feet, shod only in black plastic slippers. You get up and put your frozen hands in the pockets of your coat. The boy doesn't move. He's wearing the fluffiest, longest jacket you've ever seen, but he didn't bother to zip it. Judging by his tousled hair, it looks like he just woke up from his sleep, but you still think it's strange that he went out in just slippers in such a cold weather. However, you decide to ignore it. "I'm sorry. I heard her meowing and I thought she was a stray cat." you tell the stranger. He keeps looking at you without saying anything and without moving. Only the cat seems to hear you because it comes back to you, now purring between your legs. Maybe he's deaf. Or simply not to stand strangers. But you still decide to give him another chance. "I live next to you. I didn't know it was your cat." The boy's eyes move from your face to the cat that steps on your boots. You suddenly feel embarrassed. Does he think that you wanted to steal his cat? You don't know how to get out of this situation, so you look at the animal as well. "It's not my cat." The boy speaks for the first time, making you almost flinch. He opens his right fist, letting you see a small packet of cat food. "I just came to give him a snack." he continued. He remains still again, his palm still open. Judging by the slightly confused expression on his face, he doesn't know exactly what to do next.

"So she's really a stray cat?" you ask. "A kind of." the boy withdraws his hand, now looking at the food package. "He was a house cat until a few months ago. His owner died and he just refused to leave the house."

You notice that he refers to the cat with 'he'. So the cat is a male.

The stranger points to one of the neighboring houses, then you realize that it really seems uninhabited. You don't remember even once seeing the light on or a trace of movement. Suddenly you feel even more sorry for the poor cat. You lean down again, smoothing the black, shiny fur with your palm. "Why has no one adopted him?" "I guess he doesn't want to be adopted. I tried, but he didn't get along with my other cats at all. He always wanted to go outside and go back to his ex's house. So I let him do what he wanted." The boy approaches you, standing and watching how the cat caresses you. "It's weird though." he continued.

"What do you mean?" You look up at him and for the first time you see him properly. The place where he was standing earlier was darker and hid his features, but now he is standing directly in the light of the street lamp.

He is beautiful. Maybe the most beautiful person you have met in your life. His hair is as black and shiny as a cat's fur, and his features are almost perfect. He has that kind of beauty that makes him look cold, almost unreal. In fact, he really seems like a cold person. Everything, from the intonation of the voice, to the position of the body, make him seem like that kind of indifferent person, difficult to approach. But something in his look makes you melt. The way he looks at the cat, with so much care and love, makes you think that maybe he is not what he seems. "He doesn't like people. His ex-owner was old. She lived alone and didn't really interact with people. I guess he was raised the same way." the boy explains. The cat meows, and the brunette smiles. A real, warm smile.

"I used to do their shopping, so he knew me. I guess that's why he accepted me. He usually runs away from other people."

He stops and looks directly into your eyes. You don't know why, but you have the impression that all the air is stuck somewhere in your throat.

"Looks like he likes you." the stranger concludes. It's your turn to smile.

"Well, it means we have something in common. Because I like him too." you say.

"Do you want to feed him?"

You hesitate for a few moments.

"Are you sure?"

In response, the boy tears off the end of the food bag. He sits next to you in the same position as you, then hands you the food.

"Don't worry. I'm here in case things go wrong." he says, waiting for you to take the package.

You don't know exactly why, but the fact that he is there really calms you down. You take the bag of food, and your fingers touch. Despite the cold, his hand feels warm, and you can swear you felt a shiver when you touched.

You press lightly on the plastic, letting a small amount of food come out. The cat sniffs, then starts to lick the cream. "Looks like you worried for nothing."

You silently approve of the boy, enjoying the cat's purring. He eats slowly, but with pleasure.

"Do you like it, buddy?" you ask the little animal.

"He sure likes it. It's his favorite brand of food."

You look at the boy next to you again.

"You take care of him?"

"Yes. His ex-owner's family lives in America. They don't come here very often. Because I was used to the surroundings, they let me take care of the house. It was instinctive to take responsibility for him, I guess. I bought him a special door through which he can enter and leave the house when he wants, and I always make sure that he has food and fresh water." he explains.

You are thinking of the old woman. It must have been very difficult for her to live alone here, while her family is so far away. You have only been away from your hometown for a few months, but you already feel the pressure of living alone, far from your family.

"So that's why he looks so well cared for. You're doing a great job of taking care of him." you say, without giving voice to the thoughts in your head.

"You're not from here either, are you?"

The boy suddenly asks the question, which makes you look at him. You meet his intense, searching gaze. He's been watching you for a while, and it seems he's read your thoughts. You feel your cheeks heating up, and you're sure he can see the blush starting to form on your cheekbones.

"No. I recently moved from Busan. My uncle was generous to me and let me stay in his house." you explain, pointing to your house.

The coincidence means that your uncle and his family are also away in America. "Wait. Your uncle is Mr. Park?"

"Yes." you approve

The boy looks like he's thinking for a moment.

"Well, maybe that's why he seems to have chosen you." he points to the cat." He's been out around the neighborhood for a while, so we can say that you're both new around here. I think he felt that you could understand him."

His conclusion seems logical.

"You're right. I work most of the time. I haven't had time to meet anyone." "I'm Lee Minho."

You already notice that the boy has a habit of reacting without you expecting it. That kind of person who never lets you know his next move. He stands with his hand outstretched, waiting for you to take it. He looks you straight in the eye, without breaking eye contact even for a second.

"Y/n." you introduce yourself slowly and shake his hand, having a strange feeling in your stomach due to his intense gaze.

"Now you know someone."

You understand what his gesture means, and then you realize that he is everything else, but never a cold person. Maybe this image is a self-defense mechanism. You don't know. But Minho is definitely the kind of person who cares about the people around him. A lot.

There is something about him that makes you curious. You want to know more about him, to go beyond this reserved, but still direct side of him.

However, your time together is running out. The cat has almost finished eating, and you have to get ready for work if you don't want to be late. But you are determined to find out at least one thing about him, no matter how small it is, before you leave. "You said you have other cats, right?"

When he hears your question, his face lights up.

"Yes. Actually, I have three. All three are adopted at different intervals of time. They are two orange and one gray. The gray one is the youngest, but he ignores me the most."

The happiness in his voice when he talks about his cats is priceless. And because it's already starting to light up outside, you can see the twinkle in his eyes. He definitely loves them a lot.

Can someone who loves animals so much be a bad person?

"And what is their name?" you ask him, because you want to see more of that happiness on his beautiful face.

"Soonie, Doongie and Dori." Minho answers you breathlessly, as if he was just waiting for the question and had the answer ready on the tip of his lips.

"What happened to Boongie? Was he taken by someone else already?" you joking.

Minho grins at the corner of his lips, snorting like you just told him he can't finish a challenge. You find this extremely attractive.

"I would have fought for copyright if that was necessary." he begins. "But I never thought of using that name." A snowflake lands on your nose, and you startle. Both of you look up. The snow started to fall in a larger quantity, with bigger and bigger flakes. The snow gets stuck in your uncovered hair, sits on your coat and slowly disappears. Soon the white layer will be bigger, and you can only hope that the cat, now curled up next to the warmth of your body, will take shelter in his house.

"And what is his name?"

At the same time you said the question, Minho was moving. He nonchalantly raises his hand and places it above your head, in an attempt to protect your head from the snowflakes.

A strange feeling takes over your stomach again. Now you know what it is: butterflies.

"I don’t know." he answers you as if nothing had happened. "I never heard Mrs. Cho call him by name."

His look is innocent, as if he is doing the most normal and trivial thing. You don't see any hidden intentions in the way he looks at you. He is simply good and that's a

Maybe you are misinterpreting his actions. "I see." you say, giving the cat the last bit of his food.

"I think we can give him a name. I don't think it bothers him. What name do you think suits him best?" Minho asks.

"A name?"

You start to think. What name suits this adorable ball of black fur?

"We could call him Boongie, but…”

You take a short break, and your face lights up when an idea comes to you.

"I found him following the footprints he left in the snow. I think Paw suits him."

Minho smiles, then looks at the cat.

"What do you think? Do you like Paw?"

The cat looks at him and slowly closes his eyes, then rubs his head against one of Minho's knees. "I guess that's a yes." the boy noted. "And I think he just finished his snack." "Yes, you are right."

You take Minho's last words as a sign that you should all get back to what you were doing. And he is right. You still have to get to work. You get up, and the brunette follows you. The hand with which he protected your head finds your elbow, helping you in a respectful way to get up. "Thank you." you tell him, being sure that his hand must be frozen. "And thank you for introducing me to Paw as well."

"It's not a big deal." Minho answers you. You're not sure what he means exactly. There comes a moment when it seems that both of you don't know what to say or do. Suddenly, the brunette in front of you looks shy. You are determined to shorten his suffering, so you open your mouth to say goodbye, but it is his voice that you hear instead of your own. "Are you busy today?" he asks you.

You're shocked by his question. Maybe you didn't interpret so wrong after all. "Unfortunately, I'm at work."

You notice the disappointment on his face.

"But if you work too, we can go together as long as our paths cross." you add quickly. "Today is my day off." he says, and it's your turn to be disappointed. "But actually I..." He pauses to scratch the back of his head, then continues. "I have something to take from the store. I can accompany you if you want." You hardly control your smile. It's so obvious he lied. Who needs to shop at an hour like this?

"Are you sure about this?" you ask him. "Hey! It's really my day off. I woke up now because this is the time I usually give Paw his snack and I didn't want to keep him waiting, then I noticed I didn't have..." he stops again. "Cat food. Why are you smiling like that?" "I was wondering if you're sure you don't mind going with me." you say, ignoring your thoughts and his last question.

"Oh, this." he begins.

You lost this fight.. You cover your mouth with your hand, suppressing a giggle. Minho shrugged, trying to look cool. "I have to get cat food anyway. Is 30 minutes enough for you?"

He gives you a wide smile in turn.

"I try." Your answer does not seem to satisfy him because his eyebrow rises. Here's another thing you learned about Lee Minho: it's an avalanche of feelings and reactions. "I'll see you at your gate in 30 minutes."

With these last words, Minho takes the empty package from your hand, then starts towards his house.

You do the same, with a silly smile on your face, and Paw following in your footsteps.

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friendlyneighborhoodsmutwriter · 2 years

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Thrill Ride

juyeon (slight hyunjae) x fem reader

word count: 1.9k

warning: Thrill Ride sequel, heavy on foreplay, car sex, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), squirting, pussy slapping

“that’s it, you’re getting it”

hyunjae says threateningly, although it came off jokingly as you refused to take his word seriously and went on with purposely clenching on his dick.

too preoccupied with the events the past minute, you both didn’t take notice of the road that is now smoother than the last.

with a great idea, hyunjae leans forward until you’re laid back onto the middle of the front seats and talks to juyeon

“hey ju, i can take over for a while, wanna have fun in the backseat?”

the shock in juyeon’s face didn’t go unnoticed as his eyes grew wide in astonishment. hearing you two do it in the front seat was great and all but he really did think it would just stop at you two giving him a show.

“I don’t even think she can handle a second round”

juyeon let out a breathy chuckle to hide his dripping need to say yes but hyunjae knew juyeon was faking his innocence because who was he to pass up on an opportunity to fuck someone, let alone in someone else’s car.

“oh believe me, she still can”

“well i mean— if she doesn’t mind then I’m down”

wordless on hyunjae’s lap, you were astouned at how the two managed to hold a conversation about fucking you even though you were quite literally in the middle, your presence wasn’t even acknowledged by a bit

within a minute, juyeon pulled up on the side of the empty road as hyunjae picks you up and off of his length, cum dripping out in the process.

just in time, juyeon opened the backseat door to have witnessed the sight and with a whine he complained to hyunjae who was now dressed in his sweatpants.

“hyung, if you’re gonna pass her to me might as well clean up. i wanna taste HER not you”

with a chuckle, hyunjae wordlessly positioned you to go back against the other backseat door as he goes to town on you, slurping and licking your cunt clean of him. all the while, you couldn’t help but whimper and giggle as an aftermath of all the stimulation. meanwhile, juyeon was by the open back door, already devouring his meal.

“are you done?”

“not quite”

your giggling soon faltered with a gasp when hyunjae insterted two of his digest deep in you as his tongue made kitten licks on your clit. your brows knit together and your nails dug into the headrests of the carseats as you clench around his digits feeling another high build in you.

in no time, you were trembling and your thighs threatened to put hyunjae in a headlock as you released on his fingers.

licking you and his digits clean, he gave you one last wink before finally climbing out of the cabin

“she’s all yours”

while hyunjae climbed out of the cabin, juyeon gladly climbed in, shutting the door in the process.

going straight to the point, he inched close to your face with a mischievous smirk before coming close to your ears just a millimeter apart from his lips

“I’ll be really honest with you, i have absolutely no plans in making this easy for you. so just sit back, and let me have a go”

with a wink at your way, juyeon wasted no time in situating himself in the middle of the 3-person seat

pulling you to sit on his lap, he positioned you to be facing forward, back facing him, a sly move to make it hell for not only you but hyunjae as well

his large fingers took their time exploring your sides until he made his way your breasts. cupping them in his large hands, you could feel him chuckle from behind as he squeezes both of them with his hands

“so cute, they’re a perfect fit for my large hands after-all”

playing stress ball didn’t last long as he moved to taking your perked nipples in between his fingers, tweaking and pinching them the slightest as you bite back moans threatening to escape

meanwhile, juyeon adored the feeling of your juices dripping down to wet his own sweatpants right above his painfully hot crotch. this heavenly feeling only made him want to play with you more, and so he did

hands traveling south, he lets go of your breasts to journey down your stomach, painfully close to your hot cunt, and to your things, leaving a trail of goosebumps on their way

delicate fingers danced their way around the surface as he would teasingly go between your inner thighs, dangerously close to your folds, before moving to caress the back of your thighs

going back to your inner thighs, you feel the pressure of the pad of his finger tips as he pries your legs open, to which you did

juyeon spread your legs so far wide your heels had to sit atop the carseat, not that you were complaining, instead, you let out soft moans and whimpering as the cold air from the air conditioning blasted straight to your hot cunt

you threw your head back and rested it beside juyeon, making your whimpering even more arousing to hear right beside his ear

bombarding you with his caress, he travels his hands down your stomach to once again come close to your cunt

with two fingers, he stroke your folds from your gaping hole and up, touching everywhere but your clit

blindly, you could feel his two fingers be replaced with his palm, caressing your cunt in the same way

but what you didn’t expect was him to send a slap down to your cunt, making you jerk in surprise on his crotch and let out a whimper

in the rear-view mirror, you could tell hyunjae was watching you two, his two best friends playing foreplay in the back of his car. thankful for the empty road, hyunjae gladly let himself take a peek every once in a while at your fucked out state

slap

the sound of juyeon’s palm meeting your cunt accmpanied with your moans and whimpers filled the cabin as he finds it arousing whenever you would jerk in surprise and this would create a friction on his erection

“you like that? you like it when i get rough with you dripping pussy?”

sinful words dripped out of juyeon’s lips as he whispers at you, to which you would wordlessly respond in frantic nods, brows knit together and eyes daring to roll back at the teasing

“oh yeah? then how about this”

slightly adjusting his position to where he can lean over to your cunt, he gladly spat on it and quickly spread his saliva all around with his fingers, lubing you up for what’s to come

without warning, he takes his hand again and sends squelching slaps down on your wet cunt

you were a moaning mess and tried your best to contain yourself by gripping on anything that you can, for this wasn’t even the start of it

“hyung, do you want a try?”

the two boys met each other’s gazes in the rear view mirror and without a word, hyunjae spat on his free hand before coming to the middle part of the frontseat chairs to lube up your cunt with his saliva before also sending squelching slaps

you arch your back against juyeon’s chest and he gladly lets you as he takes his opportunity to play with your tits for the time being

“hyung, insert fingers in her”

you were about to question what juyeon had proposed but couldn’t do so when his free hand grabbed at your jaw to face him

hungrily making out with you, he makes sure you don’t get to let out a single moan as he devours you with his lips and tongue

a lot was going on at the moment— hyunjae driving with one hand while the other eased two fingers in your wet cunt, finger-fucking you at a rapid pace— juyeon devouring your lips, one hand fixated on your throat, while the other plays with your tits. meanwhile, his sweatpants are sliding off from all the movement, ready to leave him bare and free his length

in a snap, you feel your high and release was dangerously close. forcing yourself to mutter against juyeon’s lips, you make it known to the two boys you were about to do something whoever’s going to clean the car is about to regret

“fuck fuck fuck im close, so close to squirting”

breathlessly, you muttered several ‘please stop’ in between, afraid that you might embarrass yourself. but on the contrary, this motivated the two boys to do even better

“I’m sure hyunjae won’t mind a little squirt, yeah? isn’t that right hyung?”

juyeon directed the attention to hyunjae and without hesitation he agrees with juyeon

“you can let it go y/n, and believe me, i don’t mind it if it comes from hot stuff like you”

through half lidded eyes you could make out hyunjae smirking in the mirror as he pays attention to you

“do you still want to stop?”

with the assurance you needed, you shook your head no as you pleaded the two boys for release

in one swift motion, hyunjae’s fingers slipped out of your cunt and with a single lift, juyeon’s dick slipped in you.

an escaped moan came out of you as you gasp at the sudden intrusion only fueling your release to be even closer

wasting no time, juyeon took a hold of your waist as he guides you to bounce on top of his length.

gripping on anything that you can, your eyes rolled back in satisfaction as juyeon’s hands found their way on your tit and one on your clit.

juyeon’s tweaking and pulling on your nipple all the while rubbing tight circles on your clit was your breaking point and in no time you were clenching uncontrollably on his length

instinctively, you arched your back as you pulled yourself off of juyeon’s dick when you released your juices in the backseat

given no time to feel embarrassed, juyeon’s dick is back in you as he now focuses on his high.

hot breaths met your shoulder blades as his hands fly to your waist and grip you so hard you are expecting bruises on them.

“fuck, that was so hot y/n. think you can do it again? i wanna see you do it because of me so badly”

meeting your gaze through the mirror, you gave hyunjae frantic nods and his hand wasted no time in landed his thumb on your clit

juyeon fucking you at a treacherous pace and hyunjae teasing your clit threw you off your high again as you came cumming again, juices threatening to release but cannot because of juyeon’s dick

in a blink of an eye, juyeon pulls you off of him to release on his hand and hyunjae, without giving up, kept up with his pace and in no time you were releasing on his juices.

taking his fingers past between his lips, hyunjae tastes you again and marvels at how good the concoction tastes, even more so that he (although not) did it himself

meanwhile, juyeon also wanted a taste. wordlessly, he flips you around to lay on your back and in no time he was latched on your wet pussy, eating you like a man starved as he enjoys his meal

by then, you knew the car ride home would be even more thrilling. not only because it was you three again, but also because it would be night, just the right time for any thrill-ride fun.

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iisasarcasticlittleshite · 1 year

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College AU! Eren Jaeger x Fem! Reader (Part 2)

'Do I look okay?' Eren tugged at his jacket, readjusting the collar of his button down, again.

'You look fine, Eren. Stop worrying, it's (Y/N), you're going out for coffee.' Armin assured, unable to keep the somewhat teasing smile off his face.

Eren's known as a lady's man out of high school, it's odd to see him nervous for a date when he'd literally had the audacity to ask a girl out in front of her shitty boyfriend.

It's a miracle the guy's nose stayed in tact through high school...a miracle named Mikasa.

'Right, right...' Eren muttered, plucking lint off the cuff of his favourite bomber jacket. 'Maybe I should take the leather one?'

Armin sighed and yanked him away from the mirror, clasping him by his shoulders. 'You look, fine, and (Y/N) wouldn't care even if you didn't, she's not shallow.'

Eren sighed, forcing himself to take a deep breath before chuckling, realizing how nervous he was. 'If this goes well, she's gonna have me whipped, isn't she?'

'Abso-fucking-lutely. Now go sit down, she's on her way with Mikasa right now.'

Reluctantly, Eren sank onto the couch. Mikasa had gone to (Y/N)'s to help her get ready, just in case the girl had become just as much of a nervous mess as Eren.

By now, Armin and Mikasa are the only ones who know about the date, they didn't want to tell the whole group and set off a chain reaction on the off chance that things went wrong.

They wouldn't go wrong, they knew that.

The five minutes Eren waited felt like forever, he scrolled through instagram without seeing a single thing until the front door opened and Mikasa walked in.

'She's waiting by the car.'

Without a word, he's on his feet and heading out the door, nervously picking at his thumb nail with his hand in his pocket.

He saw her leaning on the passenger side door, dressed in warm, casual clothes against the winter cold, smiling as she saw him.

'Hey, you look nice.'

Eren's cheeks flared, and he has to scold himself mentally. He's known (Y/N) for over a year and a had a crush on her for just as long, but somehow, it was easier to keep up the cool guy act when they were surrounded by their friend group.

Not so easy after she was the one who asked him out in the end.

'You look...really pretty.' He muttered without any of his usual smoothness. Hell, he's told her that before and it's sounded way better!

(Y/N) giggled, clearly picking up on his nerves, and the eyes watching them from his front window. 'Ready to go?'

'Yeah, I can drive if you want?'

It only felt right, she was picking him up...then again, she had planned the date, and his fingers aren't as steady as he'd like them to be for driving.

'Nah, I got it.' (Y/N) pushed off the door, pulling it open for him in the process. 'You got the AUX chord, as usual.'

That, was smooth. Eren smiled as he folded himself into the passenger seat, a familiar place to be. (Y/N) and Jean were the only ones with their own cars.

Well, Connie had one, but his was either constantly in the shop or sitting in his driveway because no one trusted him to keep his eyes on the road.

'Where're we headed?' He wondered as she buckled in beside him.

(Y/N) smiled, pulling away from the curb. This was it, he's on a date with the biggest crush he's had since middle school.

'You'll see.'

The drive was longer than he expected, but he hardly noticed the time go by as they made conversation so easily, sharing stories about when they were kids, the places they grew up, who they grew up with.

'Wait, so you're not in touch with anyone from your high school?'

(Y/N) shrugged. 'Maybe one or two people, on and off? It's the kind of friendship where you don't talk for months, then one makes a call and it's like nothing happened.'

'Sounds kinda like me and my brother.'

Her eyes widened in surprise. 'How did I not know you had a brother?!'

Eren chuckled, now completely relaxed in his seat beside her. 'Guess he didn't come up? He's technically my half brother and he's like...six years older than me. His mom raised him so I didn't really meet 'im until we were like...15?'

'Did you know about him?' (Y/N) wondered curiously.

'Kinda? He was implied, not mentioned.'

She nodded sagely, 'I see, the implied sibling, a classic.'

'You makin' fun o' me now?' Eren gasped dramatically, watching in delight as her smile widened to a grin.

'Muah?! I would never!'

'You're a bad person.' He pouted as she laughed, a contagious sound he couldn't help but echo as they drove who-knows-where. 'Go on then, you gotta have your own juicy secrets to share.'

'If I shared them, they wouldn't be secrets, now would they?' She teased cheekily, taking a hand off the wheel to tap her temple. 'Big brain over here.'

'Not if you share them with me, then it just goes from your secret to our secret.' He prompted eagerly, music humming softly in the background, he didn't want anything to interrupt this conversation.

'Promise not to tell?' Her tone was still half-joking as she flicked on an indicator at the roundabout.

'Promise, your secrets are always safe with me.'

She believed him, believed the sincerity in that promise, and because it was Eren, she spoke without inhibition and ended up missing one of her turns.

'It's fine. You can just keep driving.' Eren mused, watching the winter sunshine, bounce off her skin, lighting up that smile he already adored.

He watched the twinkle in her eye, the way her smile crinkled the corner of her eyes, so much joy shining from within.

He fell in love in that car, with the music softly playing and the world rolling by outside those windows as if it bore no consequence.

To him, it didn't. Moment like these, when it was just the two of them in their own little world, he could have died a happy man.

He never did find out what she'd planned for that date, as they ended up driving about for so long that her plans went out the window.

They stopped at a drive-through for greasy, self-indulgent fast food and ate in the car, watching the sun go down in some random car park, still putting the world to rights.

By the time darkness had taken over, they realised just how long they'd been dead to the world, and self awareness slowly began to set in.

'Oh my...we've been talking for six hours.' She gaped at her phone, almost unwilling to believe her eyes. 'Holy shit.'

'That's a good thing...right?' Eren asked, half unsure, half excited.

(Y/N) soon put any doubts at ease by leaning over to plant a kiss on his cheek.

Eren froze, the warmth spreading from the spot she'd kissed him until his entire body felt alight, and she giggled at his parted lips and wide eyes.

'A very good thing, but I'd better get you home before Mikasa sends out a search party.'

Eren wants to object, but he seems to have lost vocal control as he lays his hand gingerly over the cheek she'd kissed.

(Y/N) paused before starting the engine again, her smile falling. 'Sorry, did I overstep?'

'NO!' He squeaked, forcing his vocal chords to do their jobs. 'You did kinda miss though.'

'Oh yeah?' That smile was back, a suggestive look in her eye that he's never seen before. 'Well then, do better, Jaeger.'

That challenge in her tone, the impish grin on her face, it all had his heart hammering in his chest at speeds unknown to man. He'll either pass out, or get to kiss the girl of his dreams.

A nervous chuckle leaves his lips, gingerly reaching out to cup her cheek, relishing the warmth of her skin.

'Was that a challenge, babe?'

He tested the pet name on his tongue, watched her eyes flicker, half lidded and fixed on his as she leaned into his touch like it was the most natural thing in the world.

'More of an invitation, really.'

'Gotcha.'

He leaned in, pressed his forehead to hers and felt her relax into him, gently bumping her nose against his. It's such gentle, casual affection, and it has his heart threatening to burst, three sized too big for his chest.

She waited, patiently, the first move was his, pressing his lips to hers for the first time felt like utter bliss.

Her warmth seeped into him all over again, warming every inch as they moved slowly together, savouring every single second together.

Eren only got dropped off when the clock was well into the small hours of the morning, and if a search party had been sent, they'd have found him lovingly exploring the softness of her lips as he fell completely, hopelessly in love on the first date.

#college au #eren jaeger #eren fluff #aot fluff #college au attack on titan #attack on titan college au #teeth rotting fluff #fluff #x reader #attack on titan x reader #eren jaeger x fem reader #eren jaeger x reader

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inkdowt · 2 years

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𝙰 𝚆𝚊𝚢 𝙾𝚞𝚝 - 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟷

Genre: Angst

Summary: I suck at summaries so sorry. This is a Carlisle x Reader (Platonic)

TW: abuse, description of injury, suicidal themes, angst, depression

Word Count: 1,567

Authors Note: I'm sorry if this is trash, this is literally the first fan fic I've ever written.

-𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝-

You had been going to Forks Highschool ever since you had to move there with your father. You refused to call him by dad. He wasn’t even close to a deserving man of such a title.

School had been rough. This other new kid Bella had all of the attention stuck on her that you went on unnoticed besides the occasional glare and snicker from a group of girls who seemed to be the cliche mean girls. You wouldn’t let it bother you though, you never did.

One day something was different though, you felt like someone was always watching you. More than usual. You pushed it off as paranoia getting the better of you, hoping you were right.

That same day you were walking home down the road and you felt like someone was still watching you. No, something more. You felt like you were being followed. Starting to realize that it probably wasn’t just paranoia you picked up your pace. Clenching the straps of your book bag tight, your thoughts start to wander to where the feeling might be originating from, starting to slightly stress you out.

Then they stopped.

Everything stopped. The feeling of being followed and watched, your paranoid thoughts, it seemed like even time itself slowed down.

You heard someone behind you and before you knew it you felt something forcefully hit your head. Soon followed pain in the side of your head.

Within seconds everything went black.

You slowly awoke to the sight of three girls who you recognized as those cliche mean girls.

You took a quick look around, you were in a forest, a familiar one.You tried to move but your arms were tied behind your back.

“What the hell?! Where am I you psychos?!”

You were scared as to what they had intended for you.

Then one of the girls spoke.

“Shut up will you! We’re just gonna have a little fun with you. Now hold still.”

She spoke with a venomous voice followed by a sadistic smirk that sent shivers down your spine.

One of the other girls had a gun and made sure to show you it so you knew not to try anything. The first girl who spoke then cut the rope binding your wrists. Just as you were about to rub your wrist from the pain of the ropes, the girl stomped down onto your wrist and you felt a crack. You were sure she just broke your wrist but at this point it didn’t matter, all that mattered was getting out of this hell of a situation. You tried to formulate a plan but you didn’t have enough time before she grabbed your shirt and pulled you up holding a knife to your cheek. She pressed the cold blade against your skin followed by a sharp pain. You knew she wouldn’t stop but you were scared as to how far she would go. The rest of the dreadful experience consisted of many bruises and lots of blood.

Once you thought it was over they left you for dead.

Lying in the middle of the woods the sound of your desperate cries for help filled your ears. You were hoping for someone to hear, anyone at all, you weren’t ready to give up just yet. The will to live alone wasn’t enough for you to hold on, it was near impossible, and with that…

…you felt your conscience fade.

You awoke in a room you didn’t recognize which scared you somewhat. You decided to get up to try and figure out where you were but when you tried to stand up not realizing that your leg was injured, you fell to the ground with a loud thump. Before you knew it someone knocked on the door lightly followed by a soft spoken, “May I come in, it sounded like something fell.”

You panicked because you felt vulnerable but hearing how this man spoke made you feel more comfortable so replied to him “uh- yeah, sure..” The man opened the door to you on the ground trying to get up, he noticed your struggle with standing and helped you to sit back onto where you were once laying. You asked him who he was and what had happened and he told you his name was Carlisle Cullen and that he found you in the woods unconscious. He said you’d been out cold for two days straight. You thought it was all a dream so when he said he found you in the woods.

“I have to go home, my father will be worried.” You lied to Carlisle about your father. You knew your father wouldn’t even notice your injuries but you still were adamant about getting home.

Carlisle agreed with you going home and offered to take you which you accepted.

Carlisle drove you about 8 miles down the road after making sure your injuries were still fine.

He offered to tell your father about your injuries but you insisted that he just drop you off where you were.

“I’ll walk the rest of the way.”

He hesitated then agreed to your request, pulling over on the side of the road. Before he let you go he handed you a piece of paper with his name and phone number on it.

“In case of an emergency, don’t hesitate to call.” He said with a sincere voice followed by a slight smile.

“Thank you, for everything.”

You smiled back at him before getting out of the car. You started slightly limping your way to where you reside which wasn’t that far away.

When you walked onto the porch of your residency you came to a halt at the front door. You took a deep breath before walking through the door quietly hoping your father wouldn’t hear and with your luck, he heard the door. He marched into the foyer grabbing your wrist violently that was already broken. He yelled loudly at you as you winced in pain.

“Where the hell were you?!”

With a quiver in your voice you said “I was with a friend.”

He just continued to yell at you. He struck your face with his fist and you felt the stitches on your face reopen. He let go of your wrist passive aggressively as he told you to go upstairs.

“Go clean your face up so you don’t stain the floors you brat.”

You did as he said, re-stitching your face as you were used to tending to yourself often. You almost never went outside anymore, skipping school afraid of what those girls would do to you if they saw you alive.

Though you still had to get groceries and other basic items from the store. You covered up your injuries with a long sleeve shirt and a jacket but the stitches on your face were always visible.

One day when you were walking home from getting groceries you spotted a familiar car parked in a parking lot. It took you a second but you soon realized that it was Carlisle. You just kept walking trying to go unnoticed but he spotted you anyway. He quickly got out of the car sending a quick greeting your way.

“Hey, y/n. It’s me, Carlisle.”

You stopped and turned around speaking softly, forcing a fake smile.

“Oh, um…Hey.”

“I saw you and just wanted to know how you were doing. Also how are your injuries holding up?”

“Oh um, I’m doing fine. My face is doing better.”

You thought to yourself for a second knowing you lied to him so he wouldn’t worry. It wouldn’t matter anyway, everything was going to end tomorrow so what was the point in saying the truth?

Then he spoke which broke your train of thought.

“Well that’s great to hear.”

He still spoke with a pleasing tone.

“Yeah..well, I gotta go. Don’t want dinner to be late.”

You said jokingly allowing a slight awkward laugh to escape your mouth.

Then he responded again,

“Alright, well don’t forget to call me if you need anything. Okay?”

You agreed and the two of you parted ways.

You had been forming your plan to end your suffering for weeks now and you were finally ready to execute it. You headed to the forest next to your house which happened to be the same one the bullies took you to. You didn’t want any distractions. You wanted to be at peace. So you took nothing with you except a knife residing in your right hand. Your phone, keys, wallet, everything, it was all left at your residence. To you there was no need for it anymore.

After walking a while into the woods, sure that no one would find you, you looked down at the knife in your hand thinking over your decision one last time.

Then you spoke out into the woods four soft broken words…

“It’s better for everyone.”

Before you knew it you forced the cold blade into your chest. The pain only lasted for a few seconds then it was masked by every possible other emotion that flooded your mind. All in the order of sadness, grief, anger, frustration, acceptance, relief, contentment…and for once, a small glimmer of joy. And with that a genuine smile crept into your face. Who would have thought that letting go of life would be the cause of your last genuine smile. You closed your eyes and fell back onto the bed of nature, the only thing that’s ever been fair to you.

You felt at peace.

The trees that shaded you from the hot sun always welcomed you.

The flowers that fought many challenges to stand tall in the sun always welcomed you.

The air that filled your lungs with hope always welcomed you.

The rain that’s comforted those sad lonesome nights always welcomed you.

The dirt that cushioned your every step till the very end… it always welcomed you.

You thought that they’d all let you go just as easily…

You thought you had finally found a way out.

You thought that they’d let you have your way.

But they had other plans for you today.

𝚃𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍…

Authors Note (again lol): I'm sorry if this is cringe or trash. If you have any recommendations to make it better or advice I will gladly accept. Anyway, I hope you did somewhat enjoy this!

Edit: I went through and fixed a few things so I hope you still like it. I will not update very often just because I am taking my time to make it really good and I also have some personal stuff to deal with sadly. Anyways, I hope you understand.

And of course, have a great day/night lovlies!

-InkDowt

#carlisle cullen #carlisle x reader #the twilight saga #twilight #platonic #angst #reader insert #suicudal #triggering stuff #tw depressive #ventish #tw angst #fanfic #fandom #x reader

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laundrybiscuits · 2 years

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(Untitled Steve POV: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4)

Steve pays extra close attention, but Eddie acts completely normal around him, afterwards. Steve had been a little worried that maybe things would be too weird, but now he’s worried that things aren’t weird enough. Something should be different, right? He’s not totally sure what or how, but it feels like something should be different.

With Nancy, Steve had felt the silver tug of a life ahead. He could see everything so clearly: dating, a proposal, a wedding with a suit and a white dress, a house with a TV room, kids, grandkids. His whole life laid out in one shining road so flat he could see all the way to the end in the distance.

With Eddie, Steve doesn’t even really know what a real date would look like, not if either of them wants any kind of future with the rest of the world. It feels like he’s been taking a multiple-choice test and turns the page and suddenly he has to write a whole essay from scratch.

The sex stuff is simple. He’s a pretty simple guy. He likes sex, and Eddie’s hot. It actually hadn’t been that big of a revelation.

It’s the other stuff that he’s tied up in knots about. He’s opened this door, practically took a crowbar to the lock, and now he doesn’t know where it leads.

But it’s fine, because all he thinks about now is Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. He thinks Eddie is the kind of guy who it’s easy to get obsessed with. Eddie cares about so many things, and he cares with his whole body. Every single thing he does is turned all the way up, like it’s too big to fit in his skin. Steve doesn’t think he’s cared about anything he’s ever done in his life the way Eddie cares about the stuff he does.

Steve would give a hell of a lot to be something that Eddie cares about.

“Of course he cares about you, dingus,” says Robin. “He only has like six friends who aren’t literal children, and you’re definitely in the top five. Maybe top four.”

“Wait, who do you think is his best friend?” asks Steve, because apparently he’s at a middle school sleepover, emotionally speaking; Robin pelts him with Jolly Ranchers until he stops asking.

———

Dustin’s been bugging Eddie more lately about dating and stuff. Honestly, Steve thinks things might not be going great with Suzie, but Dustin won’t talk about it no matter how many hints Steve drops. Instead, Dustin has been splitting his attention between convincing Steve to date Robin and convincing Eddie to date literally any girl who breathes in his direction.

“I think that waitress really liked you,” he’s saying, though he doesn’t sound totally convinced himself. “When she gave you the fries, there was a moment. Back me up, Steve.”

“Absolutely not, Henderson,” Steve says, stealing a fry. Eddie bats him away half-heartedly. “Stop bothering people at work. They just want to get through their day, they’re not thinking about getting a date.”

“Oh my god, you hypocrite,” yells Robin, loud enough that Eddie kind of jumps in his seat, clutching at Steve’s arm. “You constantly hit on girls at work!”

Steve gives her a look like stop fucking me over, Buckley, and she makes panicked, apologetic eyes back. “I mean, you used to. Past tense. You have hit on, uh, people, at work. In the distant, distant past. Not anymore!”

Robin is the worst wingwoman in the entire world. Steve kind of wants to slap duct-tape over her mouth until she can be normal around Eddie, who’s sporting a sly grin.

“Yeah, Harrington. I seem to recall something about you striking out a lot, lately?”

Steve’s hit on exactly one person in the last few months, and in his opinion it went pretty well. He can’t say that, though, so he just elbows Eddie, glaring. “Shut up, I’m—I’m doing fine.”

“Su-u-ure you are, big boy,” laughs Eddie.

It all works out, though, because on the way out of the diner, Eddie leans over and murmurs, “Just in case you’re not actually doing fine…I happen to have a free afternoon.”

It takes Steve a second to remember how to walk again, and he has to jog to catch up.

He obviously isn’t planning on dropping Eddie off first, but Mike says, “Hey, that’s the turn-off to Eddie’s,” loud enough that Steve can’t pretend to miss it, and he can’t think of a good excuse not to turn. Eddie doesn’t seem to be bothered at all, just hops out of the car with a jaunty little wave.

It takes way too fucking long to drop Robin and the kids off, and Steve is practically vibrating out of his skin by the time Dustin’s front door swings shut. He doesn’t go tearing back to Eddie’s immediately, though. Even if he wants to. He needs to get his shit under control first, make sure he doesn’t come off as too desperate.

Steve heads home and splashes some water on his face. He looks normal, in the mirror. Not like someone who’s planning to go over to Eddie Munson’s place for homosexual reasons. He’s not sure what that kind of person would look like, but he looks normal.

He thinks about changing his clothes, but that seems too obvious. In the end, he just fixes up his hair a little and heads back out without changing anything at all.

(Snippet directory)

#steddie #christ I have got to figure out a better organizational system for these #this is just a transitional bit really. I've been writing a lot of stuff for this & other snippet wips #yes including the hanahaki au #but unfortunately the other stuff I've been writing is all missing SOMETHING that I can't quite figure out #so! I am chewing the cud of Steve's voice and character development via this verse yet again #fic: come alive in the neon light

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What parts of Shadow the Hedgehog 2005 do you think would be worth keeping for a complete remake/do-over? Would that game's structure work better in the "open zone" format?

Nnnno. Not really. I dunno.

I think in the context of having these super grindy missions like "kill 30 GUN soldiers" or whatever, sure, yeah, maybe having huge playground style islands could make that palatable to a certain type of person. Doesn't mean it's a healthy type of gameplay, though. Lots of people love to just watch numbers go up and will do all kinds of brain numbing activities as long as that still happens.

I like the branching story system. I like it being presented as this Outrun-style map you navigate across.

Having grindy objectives like "destroy 10 battleships" is what makes it lame. I think having better level design would help here immensely -- instead of grinding out some tedious objective to change paths, literally have it be two different physical pathways through the stage. The high road leads one place, the low road leads another.

You could still have some of the objective stuff, but maybe just reduce it. Like imagine you get to the end of the level, the goal ring is in front of you, but next to it is a locked door. You need two key cards to open it. If you went exploring earlier in the level, you might find those key cards hidden in some offices somewhere.

Or imagine a level based around vaults. At several choke points through the map, you get to pick and choose which vault to open to take a different path, and each path has unique dialog and interactions so you can get a taste of what each offers, and then the final vault door lets you pick which goal you want to complete.

Maybe one level has time pressure and you have to race to activate something. Failing the race doesn't fail the stage, it just shuffles you off to a different path for the next level.

The story needs to be a lot more general, too. Shadow's story too easily stops making sense when you consider there's probably only three or four "plotlines" and if you shift across alliances to dramatically, you end up in the middle of another plotline with your old one getting ignored. All of this "hey shadow, do this random job for me" stuff needs to go away. Put much more focus on Shadow searching for information. Give him agency instead of just Shadow stumbling his way into and out of a regular Sonic game plot that's happening in the background.

I would literally throw just everything else into the trash. Everything. No cars (Shadow doesn't need them), no guns (clashes with the fast-paced running gameplay), no aliens to take power away from SA2's plot of a grandfather desperate to save his granddaughter and going insane when she dies in a military accident. Seriously, how weird is it how they sort of reform Gerald in this game? Or at least take away his agency? And then in the next game (Sonic 06), Shadow is working for the same military that killed Maria and drove Gerald insane.

Just start over from "Shadow died, but actually didn't, and he can't remember anything" and delete the whole "promised time" apocalypse garbage and Shadow being made in from a stupid alien blood pact. Only problem is, I don't know what you'd replace that with.

#questions #Anonymous #sonic the hedgehog #sega #sonic team #shadow the hedgehog

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Prisoner - Part 27

A/N: So I’m concerned that this story has just gotten terrible the last few chapters. I think I need to just get the last few chapters out and go back and make it better later? Anyway, hope this a satisfactory reunion. Please do tell me your honest thoughts

Masterlist

Thomasin woke with a start in the middle of the night.

Someone was banging around in the antechamber where Kal was sleeping. He wasn’t barking or growling, but the significance of that was lost on her.

Still half asleep, Tom grabbed the pewter water pitcher from the table by the bed and chucked it at the bedchamber’s door as it slowly creaked open. The throw was at least a foot wide, but the man at her door ducked all the same. Some of the water from the pitcher splashed him.

“Tom, it’s me!” Henry said. “God alive,” he cursed breathlessly. He put his hands up in surrender and rose to his full height. “It’s only me.”

Thomasin was still furious. “Henry Cavill, you nearly scared the life out of me! You can’t just come trapesing in and out causing a racket whenever the mood strikes you! Just because we’re wed doesn’t mean you can barge in and terrify me at all hours of –”

And then it registered – he was here. Henry.

He came back to her.

She gasped his name as she threw herself into his arms. He smelled the sweat and soil and fresh, cold air and horse and it was the most wonderful scent in the world.

The only light in the room came from the dying fire in the hearth, but it was enough for Thomasin to make out Henry’s features. She was still in awe of him, every part of him. How could anyone be so absurdly handsome? And so unabashedly loving?

She should say something to him – how deeply she loved him, how agonizing it was to be separated – but she couldn’t sort her thoughts into anything coherent.

The jagged edges around the empty hole inside of her were suddenly smoother, the void itself slowly shrinking. It would never disappear, but Henry’s presence at this moment made her forget it even existed.

Thomasin smothered the voice inside her that screamed in fear for Hammond. Henry was here with her and that’s what mattered. She wouldn’t ask him about Hammond – not now, not ever. She was better off not knowing.

Henry’s mind went gloriously blank when he and his wife collided. Her touch, her very presence, drove all other thoughts from his mind. A perfect peace.

“Tom,” he sighed against her bright, wild hair. She was so relieved to hear his voice that she didn’t even feel the usual pang of frustration that came whenever someone – even Henry – called her by the God-awful nickname.

They took a moment to just stare at one another, breathe each other in. Thomasin’s eyes flickered back and forth from Henry’s eyes to his lips; she couldn’t decide which was more important. Henry abruptly closed the small distance between their faces by claiming her in an unashamedly carnal, open-mouthed kiss.

Thomasin whimpered into his mouth when his tongue brushed against hers. She nearly collapsed then and there but Henry’s strong arms kept her from falling. He pulled her tighter against him until her feet were no longer on the ground. He stumbled his way over to the bed, literally tripping over it. He twisted Thomasin around him so he fell on his back, cushioning her fall.

She put her weight on his chest as her legs fell to either side of his hips. Even as his strong hands began to knead the soft flesh or her backside and thighs though her thin shift, she thought she should tell him to stop, to wait, that he needed to rest after so long on the road or the might fall asleep on top of her in the middle of the act, but she couldn’t. She would die if he stopped now. She ached with desire the same way she had the night he happened upon her in the pond. It was a physical need.

Henry hissed in discomfort as she tightened her legs around his. She looked down.

“You’re hurt,” she managed, gently touching his muscular, linen-wrapped thigh. “I don’t want to injure you more.”

“I don’t care.” Henry rolled them over so he was on top. He wove his fingers into her wild, strawberry hair. It was just as soft as he remembered. He broke the kiss, allowing them to both catch their breath, and he buried his face in that hair. God, she smelled good. God, she was soft. God. He missed her.

“You’re back,” Thomasin managed as Henry’s face reappeared. “You came back to me.” There were tears in her eyes, but the sight of it didn’t destroy him as it had when she wept first over Cerdic and again over his leaving. She was happy. These were tears of joy. For him.

“I’ll never leave you behind again,” Henry vowed. He meant it to be soft and soothing, but he was still breathless, still hungry for her, and his tone wasn’t as tender as it should be. She either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

“You won’t,” she agreed. “Because if you leave, I’m going with you.”

He reached up to palm one of her breasts through her shift and she moaned. It felt wonderful as always but unusual. But that should be expected, given her condition . . .

“Henry,” she whispered, barely audible.

Something in the way she said it made him pause, made him lift his head to look into her grey eyes. “Tom?”

She wanted to close her eyes to avoid that gaze. “We’re going to have a child.”

Henry’s face dropped as his defined muscles froze him in place. “Are you sure?”

Her nostrils flared in annoyance. This wasn’t the reaction she wanted. “Well, I cannot be entirely sure until I give birth, can I?”

Still, all the signs pointed to it, and Elaine’s “tests” were positive. But Thomasin still didn’t totally believe it herself. She was hoping it would feel real once she told Henry, once he assured her that he loved her and their child and nothing bad would happen to any of them.

That it was all over now, or it would be soon, and he would take her away from this awful place, this country she no longer recognized or loved.

Henry started laughing, tears shining in his eyes. He put his hand over his face for a moment and Thomasin froze. She just lay there for a moment while he cried or laughed or both.

“Henry, are –”

He moved like lightning, silencing her with a kiss so long and sweet it drew a fresh round of tears to her eyes. She refused to let them fall. She was doing far too much weeping lately.

“I love you,” he murmured.

“I love you,” she echoed.

Heat spread through Henry’s body, starting in his ribcage and flowing out in all directions. She’d only admitted it when he was leaving for battle – it felt like months ago now, even though it was less than two weeks – and she only said it a handful of times.

Hearing her say those words was still so new, so powerful, especially now that there was a little life that bound them together.

Henry hoped he would always have this feeling when she said it.

Tom moved to kiss him again but this time he pulled away. “Tom – if you’re carrying my child – are we allowed to . . .?” He heard somewhere that men weren’t supposed to bed their wives when they were with child.

“I don’t care,” Thomasin gasped. “I’ll die if you stop now.”

“Thank God,” Henry said. “So would I.”

Tom giggled, that sweet feminine sound reserved only for him, and pulled him down to kiss her. He palmed her breast again and she moaned again at the strange sensation. “Am I hurting you?”

“No,” she moaned. “Just – just be gentle.”

“Always.”

He started kissing his way down her body, tearing her thin shift as he went to expose that perfect creamy skin. He stopped when he reached her lower belly and looked up at her. “I can see it. I can see where . . .” He set his massive hand over the bump between her hips.

One wouldn’t be able to see it through her clothes, but there was a clear change in her body when he studied it.

The weight of Henry’s gentle hand made her sigh. She twisted her fingers in his dirty hair. She would help him wash it tomorrow.

“Do you feel any different?” Henry’s voice was soft.

She shook her head. “Ill, sometimes. That’s all.”

Henry frowned. “That doesn’t seem very fair.” She didn’t reply. Henry’s eyes returned to her belly; her skin tingled under his gaze.

Henry gently rubbed his thumb back and forth over her skin. He looked down at it as though he were reading a book – like he could see the child itself through her skin.

“You’re pleased?” She seemed strangely nervous.

Henry looked up, bemused. “You have to ask?”

“I want to hear you say it,” she whispered.

He moved until he was hovering over her again, his face only inches from hers. “Tom, you’re carrying my child inside you.” He made it sound like it was something entirely new to mankind. “You love me, and here is the proof. I do not believe it is possible for any man alive to be happier than I am at this moment.”

Thomasin was afraid she may cry, but when she saw the tears in her husband’s eyes she couldn’t help but laugh. “Henry, women have babies every day. It’s not as if I’m carrying the Christ child,” she quipped. “You’re sounding very emotional. It’s unbecoming. Some might even call it womanly.”

Henry growled playfully and pinned her hands to the bed. “You are a woman and you are the least emotional person I’ve met since coming here. Perhaps I’m being manly.” He pecked her on the lips and returned to where he was before.

She smiled shyly as he pressed a slow, gentle kiss to her belly. “I missed you, Henry.”

He pressed another kiss to her belly and moved lower, kissing her as he went, until he was at her core.

She was swollen and pink and feverishly hot – and, as it turned out, very sensitive. He’d hardly touched her when she started writhing beneath him. “Henry, please.”

“Please what?” he murmured, looking up into her eyes.

She looked vulnerable in the most beautiful way, because she felt safe enough to relinquish control to him. That trust wasn’t a gift he took for granted. Her love was hard-won.

“I need you,” she managed. “Inside me.”

He moved so that he hovered over her again, studying her face thoughtfully. “Do you love me?”

“You have to ask?” she teased. “Yes. I love you more than anything.” The words were true and she’d said them before, but they still felt foreign on her tongue. She wished she could be as open as Henry could, that she wouldn’t internally flinch anytime she admitted her feelings.

Wordlessly, she pulled his hand from her cheek and set it over her belly. “We both love you.” She didn’t have time to be embarrassed about her sentimentality before Henry smashed his lips against hers.

At the same moment, he eased himself into her. She arched her back and made one of those small, sexy sounds that were reserved only for him. they were both breathless by the time he seated himself fully inside her, as if they’d run a great distance.

Slowly – so unbearably slowly – he pumped in and out, in and out, thrusting deeper and harder than she could possibly stand. Her climax hit her as hard as a storm and completely by surprise. Her back bowed, toes curling, as she dug her fingernails into Henry’s shoulders. He groaned in response as he felt her core fluttering around him

He was smiling when she was finally able to open her eyes again. “You did miss me after all,” he teased, smoothing her hair away from her sweaty forehead.

She narrowed her eyes. “That’s what I just said.”

Henry chuckled. He held her face in his hands and kissed her sweetly.

She was frowning when he pulled away. “You’re teasing me.”

“Never.” He grinned. “I’d be far too frightened of your wrath.”

“My wrath,” she repeated, moving her hips in a circular motion; Henry groaned in response. She did it again and he pressed his hips hard against hers to hold her still.

“Now you’re teasing me,” he said.

“Poor thing. You don’t like it?”

He punished her by thrusting hard and deep. He was afraid he might hurt her or the child, but he couldn’t help himself. The rapturous look on Thomasin’s delicate face told him he had nothing to fear.

They moved together, her hips rising to meet his, tongues skimming over lips and slipping into mouths, hands roaming up and down bodies and tightening their hold in the places they knew were sensitive.

Then Tom’s hands were in Henry’s hair and his mouth was on her neck and that feeling came to Thomasin again but it didn’t stop, didn’t come to her in waves like it usually did. She was suspended in time as her orgasm ripped through her with almost painful intensity. All she could do was hold on. The sounds Henry made, the way his hips stuttered – only prolonged her pleasure.

Henry was exhausted by the end of it. The energy that filled him at seeing his wife, at hearing that she carried his child, had vanished. He was once again the weary traveler. He could’ve fallen asleep on Thomasin then and there but he found the strength to move. Thomasin wouldn’t take kindly to being slept on, and he was not lying when he said he feared her wrath.

His previous thoughts of battle were looking for a foothold in his mind, intent on penetrating the fog of happiness that now surrounded him. He wouldn’t let them. Not now. Not during a moment of unparalleled joy such as this.

Thomasin lay her head on his chest; she could feel his still-racing pulse through his skin.

He ran his fingers through her hair as gently as he could, trying to loosen the knots when he encountered them. He wanted to talk to her about everything that happened while they were apart, but he was just so tired.

Thomasin didn’t want to discuss it at all. She was afraid of what he would say, of knowing whether or not Hammond was dead and if it was by Henry’s hand. She was better off not knowing.

All of this – the Norman invasion, Hammond, England itself – it was all a distant memory as it happened.

Soon she’d be gone across the water with her husband and her child, and the thought both comforted and terrified her. but more than anything, she was excited. She was impatient to start living her new life.

“I love you,” Henry murmured.

“I love you too,” she whispered.

“Wasn’t talking to you,” Henry teased, his eyes still shut. He put his hand over her belly, affectionately cradling their child through her skin. “I was talking to our child.”

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The Medium and the Nameless Ghouls

Ghost File 002-3 Dewdrop File Omega’s return

Sodo and Swiss gave their testimony to Sara and Detective Stevens only to find out that they were in danger by the bishop and the clergy of sin. Though they managed to clear Copia’s name, the real killer is still at large in the clergy. Can Dewdrop help find the killer in the clergy or will his sickness get the better of him?

As they were driving down the road to the Clergy the ghost kept staring at Sara’s left eye. Sister Imperator was getting upset with him. “Papa, don’t be rude to her. Remember she’s our guest at the Clergy.”

“But I can’t help it.” He complained. “It’s just she has the power of the bloodline, yet she’s not part of it.”

Sara looks at the ghost. “Is there anything wrong that bothers you?” The ghost looked at Sara. “You know you could tell me.”

“Your family, tell me about them.” Said the ghost.

Sister Imperator interferes. “Papa Nihil!” The ghost winced like a scolded child. “The girl is here to do an investigation into finding the bishop that killed one of our sisters of Sin. Don’t bother her with such things.”

Copia looks to the defeated papa. “Don’t worry about it pops. I’m sure she will tell you all about it later, right?”

“Right.” Sara winks and Papa Nihil smiles.

“Ms. Sara, we’re almost there.” Yelled Phil as he drove across the bridge.

Sara is amazed by the cathedral towers in the woods and the river running next to it. “It’s huge!”

Copia laughs “Wait until you see the inside of the place.”

Phil slowed down around the corner and stopped at a gate. Two ghouls in different masks came out of the booth. “Afternoon Sister, is this the second investigator?” Sara showed her badge and ID. “I see do you have any cameras or any recording equipment?” Sara nods to Phil. He got out of the car and opened the trunk.

Sara told them, “That equipment is from the precinct. It’s police property so I can’t get rid of it. Also, it’s part of the investigation and needs to be used.”

“Ma’am we have a no recording policy.” Said one of the guards. “Some of the ghouls are light and photo sensitive. We may have to confiscate these.”

“Wait! You do realize that I need those to record witnesses and take photos of the crime scenes.”

“Sister?” The guard looked at Imperator for instructions.

“Give them back. They will have them erased when they are done.”

The guard shrugs and goes back to the booth and opens the gate. Phil closes the trunk and gets into the car and drives in. As they arrive at the front entrance, they see two police vans parked and several cops waiting with the detective and the District Attorney.

“Someone is riding in style.” said one of the officers.

Phil parked the car near the entrance. Copia opened the door and folded the seat and let out a hand. “Here.”

Sara gently held his hand. “Thank you Copia.” Copia helped her out of the car.

Copia tried to get Papa Nihil out of the car but Nihil let out a loud fart that alerted everyone. “Really, pops!”

Phil let Sister Imperator out of the car through the driver's side and checked the back seat. “You’re good!” Papa Nihil felt embarrassed and crawled out of the car.

“Sorry about that.” Copia said, “Papa has a tendency of sharting in the car.” Papa pulled out his middle finger at Copia and went inside the cathedral.

Arthur looks at Sara “What is he talking about?” He asked “I only see the four of you.”

Sara smiles “There was a literal ghost with us in the car. You just can’t see him.” She went to the back of the car. Phil opened the trunk and got the box of equipment out. “Thank you, Phil.,” She took the box and gave it to the detective.

Phil took the suitcases out and put them on the stairs. “How much stuff did you bring?” Said Author

“they’re allowing me to stay here.” She answered, “I tried to pack light.” She grabbed her suitcases and walked inside the cathedral. A ghoul in similar clothes to Phil took the car and drove off.

A female officer went running to Sara and Arthur. “Sir, we have a problem!”

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Arthur asked.

“A giant black demon won’t let us near one of the bodies in the back.” She points to the tall black ghoul with smoke as hair. As he growls and snarls the officers surround him with their guns out. “We tried to talk to him but he wouldn’t listen.”

Phil’s eyes widened. “That’s… that’s…” Sara looks confused. Phil realized who it was and ran. “Omega!” He yelled.

The ghoul’s ears perked up and noticed Phil. He let his guard down and wrestled with Phil playfully.

Sara, Arthur, and several officers ran to the back. Omega noticed he was surrounded and placed his body on top of the long glass display case.

Sara tried to approach the case but Omega growled in response. “Guys, stand down!” She asked the officers to back away. “It’s okay, I not going to hurt you.”

Omega growls “I’m not a child.” He stares at Sara. “I will never let your hands near him.”

Sara looked at the display case and noticed black dress shoes and a gold gown covered in black cloth. “May I take a look?” Omega raises a brow. “I just want to pay my respects.”

Omega moves away and lets Sara get close to the display. Sara was surprised to see the body well preserved. She looked closely at the details of the headdress and saw the body’s eyes open. Sara jumped back. “What? What is it?”

Sara shook her head. “I saw his eyes…” Sara started to feel lightheaded and passed out. Omega caught Sara and the box before they fell.

One of the officers took the box and put it down on the front seat. Another officer tried to get close but Omega said “No! Let her see this.” As he gently held her in his arms waiting for her to wake up.

Case file closed

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September Sky Chapter Four, Part 7

"Caught off guard?"

"Yeah. It's all good." I knew if she kept asking I'd tell her. I didn't think I could ever hide anything from her. "What do you mean off guard?"

"Fuck. Alright, look, you are super fucking attractive and even that doesn't fit. I got caught off guard when I actually got to see you. So I wanted to take it in," I said. Once again this whole sentence was turned into one giant word. I looked out the window, so I wouldn't have to see her face. I know I sounded like a creepy weirdo.

She said nothing. She just squeezed my hand softly and let it be. Besides, we had just pulled into a parking space and I could see the restaurant right in front of us.

"This is it," she said, still not giving any words on my own.

"Yeah, I can't say I've ever been around here," I said. My attention switched to another building. "Hey look, Pizza Shuttle!" I shouted a little to excitedly. Pizza Shuttle was more than just pizzas. It was literally a slice of everything, and they delivered until about three in the morning. Where else can you get BBQ ribs, fried catfish, and a quart of mint chocolate chip? No where, except for the late night loner mecca of Pizza Shuttle.

Addison laughed at my child like glee. My first instinct was to stop, until it clicked in my head that there was no malice in this laugh.

"Come on, stoner." She said as we got out of the truck. We met up at the front of the truck, and she took my hand this time. I lit a cigarette that we shared up to the front door.

The building was just giant windows towards the road and it's parking lot. A small glass door sat in the middle of the windows. Above the door, words in yellow and black letters said 'Atomic Cafe.' The O was stylized to look like an old-fashioned hydrogen bomb.

I didn't really see Sunday services. Red Arm was usually closed, unless we had some kind of event going on, and even that wasn't really service. That was more private party type stuff. That kind of stuff a budding chef could easily use to buff up their resume. I guess I always assumed that Sunday's would be slower, being the end of the weekend. But this parking lot proved me wrong as I took a glance around. Almost every spot was full. And the bike rack had it's fair share of bicycles chained up.

We went inside, and the place was extremely busy. An organized chaos ran through the room. There was a 'U' shaped bar right in the center of the floor. Small tables were placed in what seemed random placement throughout the floor. Booths lined the two non-glass walls.

A hostess suddenly appeared in front of us. As if she just materialized. Her eyes were extremely tired. "I'm sorry but it's going to be at least fifteen minutes before a table will be open. "

"That's fine. We can wait. Can we wait at the bar?" I asked, a polite smile on my face. I worked this industry. I know that for some reason, people think they can shit on Front of House staff. They go through hell, and they do it with a smile. Show some fucking respect to your hosts and servers.

"That's fine. We'll come find you when a table opens." Her voice seemed more pleasant now. A small act of being polite can help. Just don't be an asshole.

"Thanks," I smiled at her again. Addison and I headed to a couple of bar stools that were open. The bar was only about half full. Within a few seconds are sitting down, one of two bartenders was with us.

"What'll it be?" Hello in bartender. She asked with a hurried voice.

"A High Life for me," I turned to Addison, unsure what to do here. Did I order for her? That'd be dumb, I don't really know what she'd want. I didn't remember how any of this dating thing works. What rules had changed.

"Pabst please," she said. The bartender looked at us both and nodded, heading off to a cooler to grab the beer. She was back before we knew it, setting the bottles down in front of us. I gave her a ten and left the change on the bar.

"So, I'm curious again," Addison said, taking a sip from her bottle.

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tooearlyforthis · 10 months

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Survivor

Pairing: bf!Steve Harrington x reader

Synopsis: (6.2k wc) Months after Outbreak Day, Y/n comes across a group of survivors that might just change her life.

Warnings: tlou!au, established relationship, fluff

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I don't talk about this on here but TLOU is literally my favorite video game of all time so, this story kind of just happened...enjoy!

Amidst the shattered remains of a world in chaos, Y/n’s only hope was Chicago.

It started as a rumor she heard weeks ago. A safe haven for all those who had survived Outbreak Day. She didn’t know if she believed it at first; how could anywhere be safe now? Infected over-ran most places nowadays.

But with the middle of Indiana getting worse by the day, it seemed like her only option. Part of her was still holding back, not wanting to travel far away from what used to be her home. People could still be there, her boyfriend could still be alive...

It had been months since she had seen him- since that fateful day everything went to shit. She knew the probability that he was alive was slim. That staying within the county would only put her in more danger. So if Chicago could provide a sense of normalcy, that’s where she would go.

Her clothes were battered. A tear in her shirt, a hole in her boot. She needed to find more supplies. One pit stop wouldn’t hurt right?

Walking down the barren road, she followed an old map to where there should still be a mall. It was a risky move, going to a large place like that; but she knew she could handle it. She had found a bow and arrows a while back, perfect for a stealthy kill. And on top of that, a shotgun and pistol modified for steadier aiming.

The mall was still intact. Which meant somewhere amongst the collapsed stores had to be never before-worn clothes. With one deep breath, she pushed the front doors open, bracing herself for what would be inside.

She was careful, stepping over glass and fallen beams in case any infected were inside. The flashlight she carried shined through the darkness like a sniper with a rifle. She made sure to keep a low stance, almost crouching as she made her way from store to store.

It was the way hunters moved when they stalked their prey.

Before Outbreak Day, her dad liked to show off the guns he owned. He liked using them to scare off boyfriends as they entered the house. Claiming if they stayed they were worthy to date his daughter.

But when he wasn't scaring off potential lovers, he would take Y/n and her brother, Henry, hunting. It was almost always during duck season and she always dreaded it. But after the world had gone to shit, she was grateful for the lessons.

Most of the stores in the mall were proving to be useless. Leftover hotdog stands and collectible shops that had no use in the new state of the world. Finally, she came across the tattered directory. Scanning it quickly, she followed the path to the nearest clothing store.

It was a Merry-Go-Round. Not her first choice but it would do. The store was in shambles, as expected. Mannequins discarded, clothes strewn across the ground. It looked better than other places she visited, but still, it would talk a while to find something good.

Starting in the men’s section, she opted to look through the clothes still left on the rack. Thin vests, blazers, and dress shirts- not ideal. There were still some piles of clothes that looked to be okay.

Crouching down, she began to shift through them. It looked like most of the goody stuff was already picked through. There were some shirts that would be perfect for her, if not for the gaping holes on the torso.

But finally, after what felt like endless piles of clothes, she found something decent. Holding the shirt up, it was illuminated by her flashlight. It was long sleeves with thick fabric- something durable for the long winter ahead.

The color reminded her of the present she bought for her father's birthday on Outbreak Day. And in the silence of the dark mall, she couldn't help but let her mind drift back to that fateful afternoon.

“This all for today, miss?” asked the girl at the front desk. She carefully placed the sweater picked out for her father in a box.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Y/n responded, handing over a wad of cash.

The cashier took it, putting it in the register and picking out her change. She watched as the girl struggled to keep her hands steady, trying to pick up her quarters. Some fell to the ground below them, clinging against the shiny tile.

“You feeling okay?” Y/n asked, trying to be polite more than anything else.

“Yes!” the girl exclaimed, quick to respond.

“Maybe you’re coming down with a cold or something, I heard it’s been going around.”

“Yeah, something like that.” She held out her shaky hand for Y/n to take. “Sorry about that, have a great day.”

“You too,” Y/n replied with a smile, waving the worker a goodbye as she exited the store. Starcourt Mall was a lot busier since summer had started. The pathways filled with kids, couples on dates, and even some out of town visitors.

Moving through the crowd, she made her way to the store her boyfriend worked in. He had started just two weeks before and wanted to wish him luck. Disappointed he wasn’t there yet, she began her walk to her car.

It was a nice day out, nicer than it had been in weeks prior. Trying to find the keys to her car, she heard a voice call out to her.

“I thought that was you!”

Turning around, she could see her boyfriend smiling at her as he approached the car. She couldn’t help but blush at what he was wearing.

Giving him a quick kiss she leaned back and said, “Nice uniform.”

He cocked his head. “I can’t tell if that was sarcasm or a compliment.”

“Can it be both?”

Laughing, he pulled away from her, gripping the water bottle he was carrying. “Are we still on for tonight? Dinner and a movie?”

“Yep! I have to drop my brother off somewhere and then I’m all yours.” She leaned in close to his ear to whisper, “And wear the uniform.”

“Okay, now you’re just being mean.”

Giggling, she said, “I’m serious!”

“Mhm, sure.” He began to move away, checking his watch. “Shit, I start soon. I’ll pick you up. 6 o’clock?”

“Can’t wait.”

She watched as her boyfriend jogged off, hoping to make it to his shift in time before she got into her car. She lived a short distance from the mall, making it home in record time.

But there was something off when she stepped out of the car. The side gate to the backyard was creaked open. Her family never left it unlocked.

Y/n threw her present on the passenger seat, approaching the gate with caution. Hawkins was a small town, and except for the two deaths in recent years prior, nothing bad had ever happened.

Still, she kept her guard up.

As the grassy backyard came into view, nothing seemed out of place. The shed was still locked, the glass door to the house was shut; the lounge chairs weren't moved an inch.

Creak….

The sound of wood echoed through the backyard. She looked up at the tree house built above.

“Henry? Is that you?” she called out to which there was no response. Henry was the only one in the family that would go up there. So if it wasn’t him…

Hastily, she moved to the gun shed, pulling out her set of keys - her dad gave her a spare in case of emergencies. She grabbed a knife, hoping it would be enough protection.

Returning to the tree house, she began to ascend the stairs. They were rickety as she reached the top; she tightened her grip to make sure she didn’t fall. Gripping the knife with one hand, she used her other to push the hatch open.

As the room came into view, she could spot a figure in the corner. She held up her weapon, ready to protect herself when she heard a whimper. They were holding their knees to their chest, rocking back and forth in a soothing motion. Her shoulders relaxed when she realized who it was.

“Henry,” she said softly, lowering the knife. “What’s wrong? Why are you up here?"

He picked up his head and she could see tears streaming down his face. “M-mom and dad…”

“Oh my god are you hurt? Let me go get them-”

“-No!” he shouted as she turned to leave. It was quiet for a moment as his eyes darted across the wooden floor. “Something….happened to them.”

Y/n felt her heart sink, automatically fearing the worst. “Stay here,” she sternly spoke. “I’ll go see what’s wrong.”

“No, Y/n please stay.”

“It’ll just be a minute okay?”

“No don’t go!” he yelled but she was already climbing down the stairs.

She reached for the sliding back door, surprised to see it was unlocked. Yanking it open, the light from outside began to seep through the parted curtains. With the grip on her knife still tight, she stepped inside.

She could hear the soft hum of boiling water in the kitchen, signs that someone had been there recently.

Turning to her left, she approached the stove. The water was almost toppling over the pot, two eggs sitting on the counter ready to tossed in. With no signs of her parents anywhere, she decided to turn it off.

There were plates still on the kitchen table. Half-eaten pancakes from breakfast that morning which were never cleaned up. Where could they have gone? Why was her brother so afraid?

There was a vibration, almost a grumble, coming from the pantry; its wooden doors slightly ajar. She couldn’t see too far into it, blackness encasing the dry food. Reaching out she opened the doors all the way and turned on the light.

The room lit up, the shelves of canned food and snacks becoming visible. In the center, her mother stood, hunched over with her back facing Y/n.

“Mom?” she asked softly. There was no recognition as the grumbling continued.

Reaching out her hand, she placed it on her mother’s shoulder. That seemed to do the trick. Suddenly, she turned around and screamed, the horrid sound erupting from her throat. Y/n stumbled backwards in shock, landing on the cold kitchen floor.

Looking up, she could see that the woman before her wasn’t her mother. At least, it wasn't anymore. Her skin was drained of color, almost gray apart from the veins tracing down her figure. Her eyes were beat red and looked as if she had a horrid case of pink eye.

Y/n asked again, “Mom?”

Her "mother" screeched, lunging forward to attack her, its yellow teeth on full display. Y/n got up fast, running through the house, trying to see if her dad was anywhere insight. Seeing a head from the back of the couch, a sense of urgency rushed through her.

She reached forward, tapping her father’s shoulder. “Dad, you gotta help. Something happened to mom-”

Screeeeeech

A scream scored from her father’s mouth as he stood up. Turning around, Y/n could see no recognition of her father. He too stood disheveled, beat red eyes and ice cold skin.

Whatever was happening, it took her father too.

Her mother, still hot on her tail, dived into the room. Y/n swerved, watching as her parents collided with each other. They fell backwards, onto the glass coffee table which shattered on impact.

She thought that would be the end of it. But it was as if the weren't hurt. They both stood up and scanned the room for their daughter.

Sucking in one last breath, she ran. She jumped through the back door, the sounds of her parents clawing behind her.

With a quick turn she locked the door, closing it in time for her parents to collide with the glass. They clawed, banged and scraped against the glass, their mouths pressed against it.

It was only a matter of time before it broke.

“Henry!” Y/n called out. “Come down now!”

“But mom and dad-” He protested.

“I don’t know what happened, okay? But we need to leave. Use the side door, my car is unlocked in the driveway.”

“But-”

“NOW!”

Not asking again, she watched as her brother descended the rickety steps. He bolted toward the back gate.

Y/n ran toward the shed. She already had a knife tucked away in her pocket, but she needed something more. Something that would ensure their safety from whatever was happening.

She grabbed the shotgun, pistol, and as many bullet cases as she could carry. Shoving them into her pocket, she ran as fast as she could through the backyard.

There was a crash from her left, the glass sliding door breaking. She shielded her eyes from the shattering glass and tried her best to not trip over her own feet. The gate was in sight. Just a few steps more and she would be safe. But the screams of her parent’s grew closer. Turning, she could see they were fresh on her trail.

Without thinking, she fired the shotgun, straight into her fathers chest. He stuttered backwards before standing up straight.

The bullet had barely affected him.

Running fast, she bursted through the gate, stumbling for the keys in her pocket. She could see her brother waiting by the passenger door waiting to be let in.

Gripping her keys, she opened her door, clicking the button to unlock her brother’s. He raced inside, reaching back out to shut his door when their mother bolted.

The scream was enough to make him freeze, her arms grasping at any part of him she could get. Henry yelped, trying to pry himself away.

“Y/n help!”

Without a second to spare, she raised the pistol and fired. One shot through her mother’s head. Her heart dropped to her stomach, watching as her mother’s lifeless body slumped to the floor of the car.

Henry froze, holding back tears as their dad came barreling out of the gate. Quickly, she pushed her mother out of the car, closing the side door and driving away. Her adrenaline was pumping, her body moving faster than her mind.

“Y-you shot mom,” Henry said with a whimper.

“She…” Y/n didn’t know how to respond. “That thing wasn’t our mom, at least not anymore.”

“What happened to her?”

“I don’t know.” They turned out of the street, driving almost aimlessly as she tried to think of a place to go. As they moved toward the denser part of town, she saw people emerge from their homes. Suitcases loading into trunks and distant yells she couldn’t make out. “Whatever happened, it looks like we weren’t the only ones."

Letting her memories drift away, she shoved the new shirt into her back and headed toward the shoes. There was a giant hole in her left boot held together only by duct tape.

Crouching down again, she began to sort through. There were sandals and high heels, every shoe that was not fitted for an apocalypse. She was about to grab another box when a noise sounded from behind her.

She recognized it immediately - a clicker. Quickly, she moved behind a chair, a hand on the bow on her back.

After a couple months of surviving in this new world, the people who turned got worse. They started as “runners,” fast moving and ready to strike. But soon, turned into something much worse.

Their pace slowed, faces falling apart as cordyceps grew through. They stopped using their eyes and started relying on their ears. Any sound could alert them, so moving slow was vital.

There were things worse than a clicker - stalkers, bloaters and shamblers. But a clicker needed to be shot in the head - that was the tricky part.

Peering up from behind her chair, Y/n tried to pinpoint where the clicker was. It was dark, almost too dark to make anything out, but she spotted it. Inching forward, using its echo location to track its prey. But she wouldn’t be prey today.

Slowly standing up, she drew her bow and an arrow from her back, bringing it up to strike. She could use a gun, but there was no telling what else could be lurking nearby. Not something she wanted to risk, she pulled the bow tighter until her hand was flush against her cheek.

One arrow, that’s all she needed. With a deep breath, she let it loose, watching as it flew through the air, piercing the clicker right in its head. It fell to the ground, letting out one last cry before going silent.

Y/n sighed as she walked over to make sure it was dead. It was; lying still on the ground next to a shoebox. Squatting down, she opened it, happy to find a pair of combat boots in almost perfect shape. She was about to grab them when the sound of glass echoed from behind her.

Something is here.

Without thinking, she shot up from the ground and readied her bow to strike.

“Don’t shoot, we're friendlies!”

Her flashlight shined across what made the noise. It was a girl, probably around her age with light brown hair and freckles splayed across her face. Next to her, a boy, around 14 with a trucker hat masking his curly hair underneath.

“We’re not here to hurt you,” the girl said, her arms raised on either side of her head.

“How do I know that?” Y/n asked, not trusting a word from the strangers across from her. Next to her, the boy slowly raised his hands and she could spot him holding a revolver. She aimed her bow at him. “Drop the gun.”

He stayed still, not listening to her words as he squinted from the shine of her flashlight.

“I said drop it!” she repeated.

The girl shouted at him. “Henderson, drop it!”

“Fuck okay!” the boy, Henderson, shouted. Letting the revolver hit the glass below their feet.

“We mean no harm,” the girl said again. “Just passing through for supplies.”

Y/n directed the bow back at her. They did nothing that proved they were going to hurt her. But after months of traveling through the state, months of running into awful people. It was hard to trust anybody.

“Please just- lower the bow,” the girl asked.

“I don’t know if-”

BOOM!

There was an explosion behind them. The wooden panels of the try-on closets collapsing. Y/n covered her mouth to stop herself from inhaling any dust. As she did so, a low grumble emerged from the ruins. Looking up she spotted it.

There are worse things than a clicker, and one of them was standing right in front of them.

“Bloater!” Henderson yelled, bending down to pick up his gun.

“Run!” the girl shouted.

Y/n had no time to second guess their intentions, running after them. They headed toward the stationary escalator. She watched her steps, running down into the center courtyard of the mall. The grumble of the bloater was still loud, enough for her to know it was following them.

Waiting for the it to reach them, Henderson climbed up the empty water fountain. He was trying to get a better vantage point, poking his head around once up top. The girl was off to the side, shooting a runner who had emerged from all the noise.

“You think you can fight?” the girl asked.

Nodding, she grabbed the shotgun off her back and reloaded it. “Of course,” she told them.

Henderson shouted from atop the fountain. “It’s coming!”

Looking over, the two girls watched as the bloater appeared at the stop of the escalator. It was bigger than she originally thought. Standing at almost seven feet, armored plates of fungus covering its body. It gripped a piece of fungus, pulling it off and launching it at them.

“Spore bomb!” she shouted, thinking it was too late. It hit Henderson, making him fall back off the tower of the fountain and into the empty cavern below.

The bloater was already moving, descending the staircase as she fired shots at it. The girl threw something from behind her, a molotov. It exploded on impact with the infected monster.

It stumbled back on the stairs, giving Y/n more time to reload her gun. But the monster was far from killed.

The girl launched another molotov, and then another, but it still wasn’t enough. The bloater threw another spore bomb at them. Y/n dodged out of the way at the last second, taking cover behind a bench. She fished through her bag, finally finding what she was looking for.

Standing up, she watched as the bloater began to charge. She threw a can right into its chest. It bounced off him, landing on the floor below its feet. The bloater paused for a moment, before ready to move on.

But that’s when it went off. The can exploded, piercing the creature with hundreds of nails. Y/n walked forward, watching as it fell to the floor with one last dying breath. She walked up to it, examining the corpse to make sure it was gone for good. Thankfully, it was.

Peering over her shoulder, she searched for her two new companions. The girl was kneeling before Henderson on the edge of the fountain, his leg pulled up to reveal a nasty burn.

“That was pretty cool,” the girl said, grabbing a bandage from her bag. “What was that?”

“A nail bomb,” Y/n replied. “Made it myself.”

“Shit really? We could use some of those. I’m Robin by the way. This is Dustin.”

“Y/n,” she greeted them, turning to Dustin. “Are you okay?”

He nodded. “I will be. We have more supplies back at base.”

“Are you alone?” Robin asked. Y/n nodded before she could think about how answering might not be the best move. “Our base is a few miles away. About 50 people but we have plenty of space. You’re welcome to join us if you want. Right Dustin?”

“Oh yeah,” the boy replied eagerly. “We could really use you. That was badass.”

Y/n smiled, looking down at her tattered boots. She was never able to grab those new shoes. “I-I’m supposed to be heading up north. To Chicago.”

“The safe house?” Robin asked to which she nodded. “It’s no good. Runners overtook it weeks ago. We heard it on the radio back at base.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah so…you wanna join? I promise we don’t bite.”

It was a tempting offer. A stable place with medical supplies? It didn’t get much better than that. Her plan was to head north, to make sure her brother was safe. But now, there was no point in going there, especially if it was overtaken with infected.

“Sure,” Y/n agreed, the grip on her backpack tightening.

Dustin cheered. “Awesome! Though you guys might have to help me get out of here.”

“Yeah, of course.”

She moved to one side of the boy, Robin to the other. Together, they hoisted the boy up, letting him rest his arms on the backs of their shoulders.

“Are you going to be able to walk that far?” she asked, reaching for the door at the exit of the mall.

“We have a car waiting out front,” Robin informed her.

“Really?”

“Yeah we have a couple of them. Electricity and running water too.”

Together, they pushed on the heavy doors. Light shined through brighter than they had anticipated. Y/n brought a hand up to shield her eyes as they adjusted to the new surroundings.

“What happened?” asked a new voice. Y/n was quick to reach for her pistol but Robin was greeting the voice in a casual manner. She guessed he waited out front with the car.

“Bloater,” Robin informed the voice.

Y/n finally let her eyes drift up to meet this new stranger, or at least she thought it was a stranger. In front of her stood none other than Sheriff Jim Hopper. She felt stunned, stopping as he moved forward to lift the boy up with ease.

“I don’t need to be carried, Hop!” Dustin shouted.

“It sure looks like it,” the sheriff responded, walking back toward the car. It was his truck, bold letters printing Hawkins Police on the side.

Still in shock, Robin walked up to her. “You can put your stuff on the bed of the truck back there.”

Nodding she did so before climbing in the back with Dustin, Robin heading to the passenger seat. Once settled, she looked forward to see the Sheriff staring at her.

“You’re Sheriff Hopper, right?” she asked, needing to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating.

His eyes squinted. “Do I know you?” he asked before turning to look at Robin. “Who’s this?”

“This is Y/n,” the girl responded. “She helped us with the bloater there. Would’ve been toast without her.”

He turned back to her. “How do you know my name?”

Stumbling over her words, Y/n was finally able to say, “Y-you were the sheriff in my hometown. You know, before all this.”

Dustin’s head whipped toward her. “You’re from Hawkins?” She nodded. “So are we!”

“Really?”

“Holy shit what are the odds!”

As Hopper pulled out of the mall parking lot, he cranked his head back to address her. “Most of the people at our base are from Hawkins. Some from Bloomington, Stockdale, places nearby.”

“Cool,” she said, looking out the window at the trees passing by.

She couldn’t remember the last time she had been in a working car. It was hard not to have hope, that someone she knew could be waiting at this compound for her. But the odds were still slim, even if there were people from her hometown.

“Wait, did you go to Hawkins High?” Robin asked, looking back at her.

“Yeah, I just graduated,” she told her.

“Oh my god we overlapped for three years! I wonder if we had any classes together.”

"Before we get into more chit chat," Hopper interrupted. He angled his head to address Y/n. "You're alone? No one is tracking your movements?"

Y/n sighed, looking down at her lap. "Yeah," she said mournfully. "I'm alone."

“Are you sure this is safe?” Henry asked as he limped up to the front door.

It was a suburban home, just outside of town. The white exterior made it seem friendly, more approachable.

“Yeah, Aunt Margaret is out of town, remember?” Y/n replied, scanning the front porch. “There should be a key around here somewhere…” Lifting a rock, she spotted it. “Here!”

The house was still intact, nothing out of place. Y/n let her shoulders slump, relieved to find a place that wasn’t overrun with…well, whatever was out there. They passed more people on the way to their aunt's house. Some were screaming, others tried to run to their car…

Something was happening and she didn’t like it one bit.

“Sit on the couch,” she told her brother. “I’m going to look for stuff to disinfect that wound.”

Nodding, she watched as her brother limped over, a trail of blood left behind from his right leg. She searched through the kitchen for anything to clear his wound. There were paper towels, pain killers, but no first aid kit in sight.

Making do with what she had, she grabbed anything she thought could be useful. When she went back to her brother, she saw he had turned on the tv, an emergency broadcast playing on every channel.

“This is a national broadcast. Warning: stay inside, don’t answer the door for anyone. There have been reports of crazed people. Stay away from anyone that has been bitten….This is a national broadcast-”

She felt her brother shiver from his spot next to her. Instinctively, she wrapped her arm around him. “Hey,” she consoled, “everything is going to be okay.”

“You don’t know that,” he replied softly, his head lowered to the ground.

There was a look on his face that she couldn’t quite place. It wasn't fear or shock, but almost an acceptance. An acceptance that the world had gone to shit and there was nothing they could do to stop it.

Rather than lie to the impressionable boy, she opted to say, “...no I don’t. But I have faith that we will be okay. And that’s all I can do.”

His eyes finally drifted up to meet hers, that same look across his face. His lips pressed together forming a tight line before he finally exhaled. Without another word, he lifted his pant leg.

Peering down, she felt her breath hitch. Plain as day, was an outline of a bite mark etched into his calf. The blood that had trickled down his leg was already dry. It covered up veins that had already begun to pulse rapidly.

Y/n’s mouth fell open, not able to form anything to say. Stay away from anyone that has been bitten. Those words from the broadcaster echoed in her mind.

“You may have faith,” Henry began, “But I don’t.”

The ride to their base was short.

Robin pestered her with all sorts of questions. What classes she took, and where she lived. They did end up having a class together. Ceramics her sophomore year.

As they turned down a dirt road, Hopper informed Y/n they were almost there.

“You’re gonna love it,” Robin told her. “There are others that went to Hawkins high too. Maybe 5 of us. One that just graduated as well, you might know him.”

“Yeah, maybe…” she replied. “I stuck mostly to myself though; I doubt I would recognize anybody.”

“Well, you never know.”

“Look, there it is!” Dustin exclaimed, pointing out his window.

Leaning over next to him, she peered out to look at the base. It was a tall square building with a fenced perimeter. Most of the windows were still intact, the ones that weren’t were patched up with wooden planks. On the side of the building, decrepit letters that used to read Roann Laboratory.

“It was a research lab, before all this,” Hopper said. “I was here when it all went down. Fortified it. We’ve been here since then.”

Approaching the gate, Hopper waved through the window to a guard. They waved back, pressing a button to open the gate for them.

“Shit, you really do have electricity,” she commented.

“We found a way to turn the power plant back on a few months ago. Barely had any infected encounters since then.”

“That’s amazing.”

Driving around to the far side of the building, the truck pulled into the giant garage doors. It was clear it used to be some loading area. but now, watching as the doors lifted, she could see regular cars parked inside.

The truck came to a stop, Hopper moving out quickly, to grab Dustin who was still insisting he was fine to walk.

Robin turned to her. “Grab your stuff and I’ll show you around.”

Y/n nodded, pushing open the door and moving to the truck bed. Her stuff had rolled around but she found that nothing was too out of place. From the front of the car, she could hear someone approaching them.

“What happened to Dustin?” said the male voice. It sounded familiar.

“Spore burn,” Robin replied. “We ran into a bloater.”

“Shit, is he okay?”

“Yeah, it’s not too bad. Could have been worse but the newbie helped kill it.”

“Newbie?”

“Yeah, ran into this girl at the mall, helped out big time. Another Hawkins survivor, believe it or not.” She could hear Robin shout for her. “Hey, where’d you go?”

“Just grabbing my bag!” Y/n yelled back, stepping out from behind the truck.

It was as if time stopped.

Her eyes drifted up, landing on the guy standing next to Robin. The realization of who it was almost too much to handle. She felt herself inhale sharply, trying hard to make sense of the situation.

Her boyfriend, Steve Harrington, was standing in front of her.

She watched him freeze, his eyes fixated on her as she let the backpack fall to the ground with a thud. His eyes began to water, his lip trembling as he tried to speak.

“O-oh my god,” he said in almost a whisper. His hand reached up to his chest, as if it was becoming hard to breathe.

She stayed still, finding it hard to move any part of her body.

“You know each other?” Robin questioned, not knowing what was going on.

Steve didn’t answer her, only beginning to move toward her. At first it was small movements, but quickly broke out into a run.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as his body collided with hers. She gripped at the fabric of his jacket, digging her nails into his back as they held each other. He picked her up by the waist to hug her tighter- she didn’t think he’d ever let go. And she didn’t want him to.

Reluctantly, he placed her down, pulling apart just enough to see her face. Looking her up at down, trying to wipe away his own tears of relief, he asked. “N-no bites? You’re okay?”

She nodded, cupping his cheeks with her hands. “I… I thought you were dead,” she cried out.

“I thought you were. The walkie I gave you-”

“-had to leave it behind. My parents turned on day one…”

It was hard to stop the tears that were continuing to stream down her face. Taking his thumb, Steve wiped them away. Staring down at her, his brown eyes meeting hers, he couldn’t help himself.

He leaned forward, capturing her lips. It was hungry, a desperation behind him from being separated for so long. The fear that the worst had happened melted away. The urgency faded, as all she could focus on was the soft feel of his lips. They were chapped but she didn’t mind, knowing hers were too.

Even in his arms, his lips pressing against hers, she couldn’t stop herself from continuing to cry. At the feel of the first teardrop on her cheek, Steve pulled back.

“Hey,” he soothed. “It’s okay. I’m safe right? We’re safe.” She nodded, unable to form words. “Where’s your brother.”

It was hard not to cry again as she shook her head. “Gone, he got bit by my parents.”

His eyes went wide. “You’ve been on your own? This entire time, you’ve been out there by yourself?”

She attempted to reply, being cut off as Steve hugged her again. Her hands found their place flat against his back. “I’m so sorry, Y/n. I should’ve gone out looking for you.”

“It’s okay, you thought I was dead.”

“No, it’s not!” He pulled back to see her face, brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen in front of her eyes. “You are never leaving my side again okay? Never.”

“Never,” she repeated, a smile slowly forming. It felt wrong to be this happy when the world around them was in shambles. She didn’t want to take this moment for granted.

They had completely forgotten they weren’t alone. The sound of a throat clearing pulling them out of their trance. Steve turned his head, Y/n looking over his shoulder at Robin who was still standing a few feet behind them.

“Care to explain?” she asked.

“Oh right,” Steve began, taking Y/n’s hand and leading her over to the other girl. “You guys have already met but, Robin, this is my girlfriend.”

He turned to Y/n. “Robin and I were working in the mall together on Outbreak Day. Remember you were gonna come visit me?” She nodded in recognition.

“So,” Robin started, crossing her arms against her chest. “This is the famous girlfriend you never shut up about.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “I talk about you a lot.”

“You were right, she is a badass.”

“Thanks,” Y/n said sheepishly.

She felt Steve’s touch fall from her hand. Looking back she saw him grab her backpack. “Let me take this. Rob and I have a full floor to ourselves. And she doesn’t mind adding one more person right?”

“Hey,” Robin said, raising her hands. “After what you did in that mall, you could kick me out for all that I care.”

“Oh I’m not gonna do that!” Y/n protested but Robin already began to walk away.

Steve drew back her attention. “Let’s get you showered and a new pair of clothes. We have running water - warm too.”

She smiled. “So I’ve heard.”

He smiled back, still in shock that his girlfriend was alive and in front of him. Overcome with emotions, he leaned back down and kissed her one more time. It was short and sweet, but still felt like an eternity.

“We have a lot of time to make up for,” he said, taking her hand once more.

Closing her fingers around his, she looked back up at him. “Yes we do.”

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A Family Affair

Slasher AU CannibalFamily!EraserMicxReader

We’re going with the “strange family that lives outside of a small town” trope. After a few deliveries to the Aizawa household you get pulled in to an affair you never wanted to be a part of.

Spooky season is upon us and I’ve already begun watching too many horror movies. This fic will definitely be a two parter

Super Dark Content Warning!!! Literally do not read if you have any reservation and definitely no minors!

TW: cannibal themes, mentions of murder, mentions of corpse mutilation, kidnapping, unhealthy relationships

Part 2 is gonna include more of this and the smut

Growing up you were grateful for living in a small town. You didn't really relate to the coming-of-age stories told in the movies where the small town girl runs off to the big city for a whirlwind romance and a chance at some "big break." To you, small town life was more picturesque than any overcrowded city. You knew your neighbors, and watched a lot of their families grow and change throughout the years. A small town allows you to become a regular at several businesses, including the coffee shop and your favorite diner downtown. Going away to college was tough even though you didn't go far. The nearest city - a little over 40 miles away - had a great college with a program you were really interested in pursuing.

You went home every break and picked up delivery jobs at one of the local restaurants. It was winter break of your last year in college when you first delivered to the Aizawa residence. In all your years at the restaurant they never ordered delivery, one of the two men would always place an order for pick up. The thing about small town stereotypes is that small towns tend to self-impose said stereotypes. The Aizawa's were that family. The one that everyone whispered when they came to town and children would tell horror stories about during Halloween. They were the weird family that lived just past the outskirts of town.

You weren't entirely sure what either of the two men did. Everyone speculated that Mr. Aizawa was some sort of mountain-man-feral type and maybe did some mechanic work for the folks that tend to live in between towns. His husband, Mr. Yamada seemed like the stay at home trophy husband but you heard he did some sort of conspiracy podcast. They had children - reportedly, but no one has really met them - and other family members that live similarly further out into the middle of nowhere. The drive was absurdly long but they were loyal customers and the owners didn't want to turn their request down. Your boss handed you a chunk of bills to fill up your tank before heading out. That's no place you'd want to get stranded, he told you.

The paved road got worse the further you got from town. Forty-five minutes later you were pulling down the dirt road that led to the illuminated Aizawa home. A wall of cold air slammed in to you when you opened your car door and you grumbled about leaving your gloves at home. There was no doorbell, so knocked and did that awkward please-don't-let-me-freeze dance while you waited. Two unfamiliar faces opened the door, an apathetic looking teen and an adorable little girl. Must be their children. The older one called out for his dad before taking one of the bags you held and disappearing into the home. You looked down awkwardly and wave at the girl. She smiled shyly and reached out for the other bag.

"Are you sure?" You asked her, "It's a little heavy."

She nodded.

"Okay, but use two hands," You passed her the bag. "Oh jeez, you're strong. Don't tell your brother, but I think this is the heavier bag."

You smiled when she giggled and ran off.

Mr. Aizawa appeared in the door, "How much do we owe?"

He was just as terrifying up close and for a split second your mind went blank while your basic instincts were begging you go back to the car. He raised an eyebrow at you, looking irritated at your falter.

"Uh - forty-two."

He pulled counted out a chunk of bills and then you were off. You didn't even count the amount until you parked. Forty-two with a forty-dollar tip. They may be odd but apparently they're loaded. You didn't think much of it until the following week when you were heading back to their house with another delivery. You wished that they would order earlier but at least you could hope for another generous tip. You were taken aback when the little girl answered the door by herself, jumping up and down with excitement.

Was she old enough to answer the door by herself?

"Papa," She yelled. "The lady is here!"

She turned her attention back to you with a huge grin, "Shinsou got sore that you told me I'm the stronger one."

Before you could respond to her the other man, Mr. Yamada, bounced around the corner, "Eri, what have we told you about the door? Oh no, you must be freezing come stand inside while I go get your payment. Forty-two right?"

You wanted to protest, feeling uneasy in their entryway but the little girl tugged you by the delivery bags. So you stood there quietly while she ran back in forth so she could unload the delivery for you. Shinsou peered around the corner so you gave a small wave. Then it was just you and Eri once again. In the background you could hear Yamada asking his husband where the wallet went.

"I like your shirt," You smiled, trying to fill the silence.

"I wanted a Pegasus shirt but this was the only one my daddy could find."

"Well I think unicorns are pretty cool too."

You use to babysit for some of the families in town, no part of you could imagine doing that all the way out here.

The blonde rejoined you, giving you another lush payment. You heard the little girl whine about you leaving so quickly until her father appeased her by saying you'd be back.

Something about that rubbed you the wrong way; but you were back like clockwork the next week with their usual delivery. Once again you were brought inside while they went to get your payment. But on your fourth and what should have been your final delivery of the winter break you noticed something was off when you parked. Their truck was missing from its usual spot. Strange but they probably just moved it somewhere else on the property. You had become accustom Eri running to answer the door and telling you wait for her parents in the entrance of the house. You became suspicious after she had run back and forth to take the food to the kitchen.

"Eri, where are your parents? Or Shinsou?"

The little girl's response was nonchalant, "They had to go out, one of our cattle got out. But they gave me the money."

You stuffed the money into your jacket; payment was the issue here. In the back of your mind you though about how you never saw any cattle on your deliveries. A child her age shouldn’t be left alone.

"Oh, well, can I hang out with you while we wait for them to come back?"

The little girl lit up as she pulled you to the living room. There was a kid's movie playing on the TV and she had a coloring book out. Eri divide up her crayons and tore out a page for you to join her. You kept looking to the window, waiting for the truck to pull up.

Suddenly there was banging at the door, which elicited a cry from Eri. You reached into your pocket only finding the crumpled bills. Shit, your stomach dropped. You left your phone in your car. After all, this was just supposed to be a quick delivery. The noise stopped, only for a moment, before resuming.

"Eri, sweetie," You whispered to the stunned little girl. "Do your parents have a phone here?"

She shook her head.

A man’s voice tore through the door, "Let me in dammit, you have to let me in before they come back."

You held your finger to your lip, and Eri nodded, repeating the gesture. The living room light was on and you realized that if he came to the side of the house you'd be seen through the window, but turning out the light would draw attention. Maybe he was bluffing, maybe he didn't know if anyone was inside and turning off the light would signal your presence. You pointed to the kitchen, where the lights were off and the two of you tip toed to the safety of darkness.

"Eri, honey, can you go sit in the pantry for me and be really, really quiet? I'll be right out here and don't come out until I come to get you okay?"

She looked hesitant and tearful but you were surprised at her level of composure for a kid. Finally she complied. Once the pantry door was closed you began rummaging through the drawers, looking for something that could inflict the most damage. A meat tenderizer could work. The banging continued and you swore you hear wood beginning to splinter. Your grip tightened with every bang. Finally the door gave way and a man stumbled through the splintered wood. He stopped when he saw you holding the cleaver.

He was dirty, without shoes or a shirt and his skin was red from the cold.

You hoped your voice wouldn’t crack, "You need to leave-"

"Monsters, monsters," he blabbed. "They're gonna come back and we gotta go."

You decided to bluff, "Get out of here, I already called the cops."

"Good, good, good," He mumbled, “but we still gotta go. NOW."

There was one step forward from him, one step back from you.

"If you come near me, I'll make sure you don't get up," You warned. At the very least you had to keep him away from Eri. Even if that was all you could do.

There was a desperate look in his eyes; they darted from you to the keys hooked to your jeans, then back to the keys. Finally he smiled, "You have a car, man that's perfect. Listen I won't hurt you but we need to get in your damn car, now."

Sounds like something someone who wants to hurt me would say, you thought. Apparently you took too long to respond, the man lunged toward you and you tried to swing the meat tenderizer. The tool connected with his shoulder and he howled out in pain but still managed to wrestle you to the ground. The two of you struggled with each other and the man was yelling that you'd die if you didn't listen to him. You landed a weak hit to his jaw, splitting his lip. You even tried biting at him but he was persistent and struggling to get your keys. You were telling him he could have them that he just needed to let you go but he wasn't listening to you. Managing to grab his ear you had a flashback to the self-defense seminar you had to take in college, it should be easy to rip a human ear. So you pulled. Blood began to flow from the wound down his face and on to you. He got you off him before you got the whole ear by delivering a blow to your stomach. The air rushed from your body, is this what it means to get the wind knocked out of you?

There was a loud noise and fog lights flooded through the broken door. Then saw Shinsou and Aizawa pulling the man off you. You pushed yourself and back, clutching at your stomach. Your cheeks were wet. Were you crying or was that blood on your face? Probably both.

The trio wrangled the man outside where you heard more struggling, fighting, and groaning.

Eri. You managed your way to the kitchen but realized you were covered in blood. Not wanting to traumatize the little girl any further you spoke through the door.

"Eri, can you stay there a little bit longer?"

"Can't I come out? I heard my daddies," She cried, tugging at your heartstrings.

"Not yet, okay? They're here and everything's okay, I'm gonna have them come get you okay?"

Thankfully, the door didn't open. As you shuffled toward the front door Mr. Yamada entered, wiping specks of blood off him.

You were shocked when he pulled you into a hug, "You're okay. Sho and Shinsou got everything under control. Where is Eri?"

You told him about her hiding spot and he sighed in relief and rushed to her.

The other two returned with bloodied knuckles that made your stomach churn.

"Yamada," The mountain man called, with his eyes scanning the home.

"Don't worry, Sho, I got Eri. She's fine. Our delivery girl is okay, she's got some bumps and bruises but she made the other guy look worse."

Aizawa ushered you to the couch, expecting your legs to give out at any moment.

"We need to call the police," You finally spoke.

Aizawa assured you he did. They were 45 minutes out but they'd work on getting here faster. Yamada brewed you a cup of tea, “for while we wait.” They finally calmed Eri down and Shinsou took her upstairs to get ready for bed. It felt weird for them to return to mundane evening routines so quickly after all that chaos, but maybe you were just the odd one out. Close to an hour later you were still waiting for the police to show up. Your tea was finished long ago and your nerves had calmed. You were even having trouble keeping your eyes open.

"You think they're almost here, babe" The blonde wondered, draping a throw blanket around your shoulders. "I'm sure she wants to this day to be over with."

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It was still dark when you woke up. The blonde was fast asleep on the recliner next to you. The police must have come by now but there was no way you slept through the visit. Anxiety from earlier made it’s way back in to your chest. The clock read 4am; had they even called the police. All of the childhood rumors you heard came flooding back and you exited the house as quietly as you could, not realizing your keys were no longer with you.

When you made it outside you noticed dried blood on the ground, trailing toward what you assumed was their barn or storage shed. You were entranced. Looking back to the house, no one was awake; there was no movement, no light, just quiet. You shouldn’t follow the bloody trail, you shouldn't go near the shed; but your body moved on it's own accord and before you realized it you were at the doors. You gave a tug, expecting it to be locked, but the door swung open and inside you noticed the lock lay on the ground.

You should have turned around, got in your car, and drove away. Instead you stepped inside and found the bloody, broken body of the man who attacked you. There was a slight sway to the corpse that was hanging from a reinforced pillar. Nearly screaming your hand shot to cover your mouth.

You should've left.

Aizawa was watching you from the kitchen, cursing Hizashi for leaving the shed unlocked. His hand hovered over the secured cabinet drawer that stored a pistol. He wouldn't shoot you only scare you a bit. But you weren't running out in a panic. He didn't even hear you scream. Interesting. He went to join you, moving like any predator concealing it presence and leaving the gun safe untouched.

You should've left.

You finally came to your sense and whirled around only to run into your late night admirer. A terrified squeak escaped you as you jumped further into the confined space.

"Mr Aizawa! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have - I'm sorry."

He didn't look angry, although you wished he did. It would be better than the unsettling smile on his face.

"That's alright, I was heading out here anyway," He closed the door behind him and flicked on a dim light that lit up the room with shadows. "Can't leave it hanging for too long."

Your throat tightened, he stood between you and the only exit. If he noticed your terror there was no indication that he cared. He turned his back to you momentarily, rummaging through the clutter on the workbench. Now was the best chance you may get and you made a dash for the door. It was a futile attempt and part of you knew it but your nerves were ablaze with adrenaline and you were running on instinct not reason. There was a foreign tightness around your throat that kept you fighting to inhale. Struggling to breathe you didn’t even register the sharp pinch of a needle piercing your deltoid.

Aizawa pressed his nose to your hair, "Behave. Even if you get out of here, your tire has a flat, pesky nails tend to find their way on to the roads out here. A real shame."

He dragged you over to a chair across from the lifeless body cuffing both your wrists to the armrests. Stupid, stupid, he was grabbing out cuffs and I ran straight into him, you scolded yourself. You went to open your mouth and beg to be let go, but you were silenced.

"Keep it down or I'll have to find a way to keep you quiet."

Your heart was beating so hard it hurt. Once a friend said it was possible to die by fright, if that was true you wouldn't last much longer. Now that you were safely out of the way, Aizawa could make quick work dismembering the carcass. He donned his usual rubber apron and pulled back his hair. With his experience he could finish the job in less than two hours. Now was as good a time as ever for you to learn.

With a sigh he began his explanation and craft:

"Cannibalism has been around as long as we've existed: sacrificially, ceremonially, culturally, especially during times of plague, war, and famine. You can find documented accounts from pretty much every part of the world. And there's no one reason. Our family keeps it simple. We eat meat, animals are meat, and humans are animals. In times of famine and other hardships, this was a reliable food source. Of course now, there's not much of a risk for severe famine to effect people like us but it's tradition. This is how it's been for our family for years. And not just those of us around these parts but our relatives everywhere. It's important to keep old trades alive."

He paused, now splattered with blood, to take note of your dry heaving.

"Please," You gasped. "I just want to go -"

With narrowed eyes he continued:

"It's important for you to listen to our family history. Typically we don't reap a harvest until three weeks after the winter solstice and 3 weeks before the summer solstice. Twice a year is enough to get us by. Zashi and I are impressed that you managed to wrangle him in. Poetic in a way, don’t ’cha think? Consuming the flesh of someone who tried to overpower you. First reap of the harvest. Nice that it's a family affair."

The room was spinning and you were fighting the sedative as hard as you could. There was no way any of this was real, maybe you were dreaming? Maybe you'd been knocked unconscious when that man rushed you. Or better yet, maybe you were asleep at home still. It was possible that this whole delivery fiasco was just a nightmare. Your stomach churned at the speech. There was sun peaking through the cracks in the wall by the time he finished separating the ... different sections. There was no more body, just pieces. You nodded off for a few minutes before being jolted awake by the door opening and letting in the bright morning light .

"Good morning, you two night owls," Hizashi beamed. Walking to his husband handing over a tall mug of coffee. He was completely unfazed by the scene he walked in on. In fact the only frown he made was when Aizawa said he put too much sweetener in the coffee. "Anyways, grumpy pants, I called your sister. She's on her way to pick up Eri and Shinsou for a few days. To give us some time to focus on our little muse. Speaking of, I should go get her some water. Oh, plus we need to fix our door."

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After you refused to drink anything they tried to give you they left you alone in the shed. The handcuffs were too tight for you to slip through and in your struggle you managed to topple the chair over, hitting the floor with painful slap. It was hard to ignore the buzzing of the flies swarming the space where the body once hung. You closed your eyes, your mind wandering to your family and what they would think when they realized you were missing.

Outside you heard a car pull up and were tempted to scream for someone to help you. Maybe it was the police; maybe someone realized you didn't go home last night and found out where your last delivery was. Your captors came out to greet whoever it was and you were glad you didn't yell, they sounded friendly. They were coming toward the shed but you were too defeated to react.

"Sho," Hizashi gasped, "She fell."

The response was sharp and sarcastic, "I hadn't noticed." He yanked you up with ease and the world was no longer side ways but the jolt paired with the exhaustion and drugs left the world spinning.

The woman must've been the sister they mentioned earlier. She squealed with delight, "Oh isn't she the cutest, lemme get a good look."

She resembled neither of the men and gave off cool-soccer-mom vibes. With a gentle grip on your chin she bore into your eyes.

"Please,” You begged, “I just want go home."

The sister didn't waiver, "Don't worry sweet thing, these two are gonna take such good care of you. Just relax and let them help you."

Help? You don't need help from them. You needed to get out of this hell.

"Okay," She bounced toward the exit, "Bring out my niece and nephew, we're gonna have a fun weekend. And take care of your girl, she looks like a keeper."

Finally you screamed in frustration. Brief, loud, and full of anger but it deflated just as quickly when the two men shot you a menacing look. How could all three of them show no display of empathy? You were again convinced this was an alternate reality when both children peaked their heads in to wave goodbye before they peeled away from the home, leaving you alone with Hizashi and Aizawa.

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There was a hatch toward the back of the room where the two disappeared until they came back with a third body. They were dragging a woman up like a ragdoll and acidic bile burned your throat. If you had to guess you would say she was late middle age. It felt like they were setting a stage, Hizashi pulled you closer to where they stood while Aizawa managed to tie the woman down to the stained table.

"Why are you doing this," you cried. But they ignored you.

"Did you know there are people who pay for certain oddities and they’re willing to spend big bucks to get what they want? We keep whatever makes sense to eat and sell the rest. Ideally nothing goes to waste.”

The next hour and forty-seven minutes were excruciating. There were several “items” – as they referred to her body parts – that they removed while she was still alive; but finally Aizawa made the perfect incision along her thigh and a pomegranate wave gushed out. There was no way she would suffer much longer with this amount of blood loss.

"Please just let her die," You begged the universe. "Please let it end."

For the first time since starting they stepped back from the body, leaving it on the table to come over to you. Aizawa knelt before you and his bloody hand brushed hair from your face; his thumb rested on your lip and you couldn't even physically respond. Hizashi was behind him, rubbing his partner's shoulders.

"You're going to kill me?”

Both men finally softened, coming down their endorphin high. There was something so satisfying about your question. Arousing, even. They made it clear that your life was up to them, which meant they had you where they needed you.

"Am I having a blonde moment? I don't recall saying we'd kill her."

Aizawa threw an incredulous look his way before addressing you, "We aren't going to kill you. We wouldn't've saved you from that terrible animal if that were the plan. We don't kill just anyone. We wanted to introduce you to our lifestyle and now’s the best chance. Eri’s wanted to keep you since day one, but if you can't behave that'll be an issue. Can you prove to us that you’re going to behave or do we have to get you down into the cellar?”

There was no other choice than to nod. Picking up a piece of the dissected woman Hizashi muttered something about starting dinner before telling his husband that you really need to get more rest. Aizawa agreed, and since it seemed like you were having trouble getting rest he decided to give you another little dose of medicine.

#slasher au #mha x reader #bnha yandere #mha yandere #yandere erasermic #yandere erasermic x reader #yandere x reader

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five-rivers · 3 years

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Danny slowly loses his memories from before the Accident.

“I don’t remember that,” said Danny. “Are you sure I was there?”

Maddie raised her eyebrows. “I talked to you about it just last week,” she said. “When I was asking you about what you’d like to do during summer vacation.”

“I remember that,” said Danny, uncurling slightly from his position on the couch. “I just don’t remember the other thing. I... maybe we talked about something like it. When was it?”

“You were twelve,” said Maddie. “It was just before your birthday.”

Slowly, he shook his head. “Sorry,” he said. “I remember, um... What other vacations did we have? Before the one where you thought I was crazy, it was, um...” He held his hands as if preparing to count on them. “We went to New York that one time. And then the Great Lakes before that... Oh! And that haunted house road trip.”

He frowned down at his hands, and Maddie felt something unpleasant curl in her gut.

“Is that... All you remember?” she asked.

“Y-Yeah? I guess the others were from when I was too young to remember?”

“The haunted house trip was when you were five,” said Maddie. “Danny... have you been,” she didn’t want to say it, didn’t want to piece together other little oddities into a big picture, “have you been forgetting things?”

“No!” said Danny, defensively, sitting up straighter. “I’m just...” He chewed his lip. “It isn’t as if I’ve forgotten anything recent.”

His abysmal grades and missed curfews begged to differ.

“One second,” said Maddie. “Stay here.”

She went to her room and fetched one of her largest photo albums. Danny was still on the couch when she came back, picking at the hem of his pant leg, and staring blankly at the floor. Maddie sat next to him, making him jump. She opened the album to a random page.

“What were we doing here?” she asked.

“Um,” said Danny, brows pinching together in confusion. “Shopping?”

“For?” prompted Maddie.

Danny shook his head. “It’s just shopping. It isn’t important.”

“Danny, this is from when we got you that model spaceship. The one you have hanging up in your room.”

Danny blinked, and slowly shook his head.

The doctor’s office looked clean. It even smelled clean. Danny was still doing his level best not to touch anything. Maddie would have sighed at his behavior, but she was too tense. She met Jack’s eye. He looked terrible too.

“There are no signs of Alzheimer’s disease,” said the doctor. All three of them sighed with relief. “However... You said the other symptoms, the difficulty in school, began after the electrical accident?”

“Yeah,” said Danny.

The doctor nodded. “Electricity can do strange things to the brain, sometimes. We haven’t been able to find any structural damage, but the activity levels...” He brought a colored image up on his computer screen. “This is where long-term memory is stored,” he said.

“Doesn’t red usually indicate high levels of activity?” asked Jack.

“It does,” said the doctor. “This is actually higher than usual activity... Honestly, I don’t know what’s going on here. I would like to request that you make a record of things that you currently remember as happening in your life, and then come back a month from now.”

“That’s it?” demanded Maddie.

“Right now, since we don’t know what’s causing this,” said the doctor, “the best we can do is monitor the situation. We don’t even know if this is an ongoing deterioration, or something more gradual. On the upside, other than long-term memory, there doesn’t appear to be any damage. Your timeline after your accident is clear and detailed. The cognitive tests we put you through actually put you significantly above average... This is what we can do.”

Maddie didn’t like it. Danny didn’t look surprised. Or even particularly upset.

She caught Jack’s eye again. They would have to be ready to support him, when the extent of what he had lost fully hit him.

Danny floated down the icy hallway next to Frostbite. “This isn’t going to be one of those examinations where I have to get undressed, is it?” he asked.

Frostbite chuckled, but there was an undercurrent to it that usually wasn’t present. “Only halfway.” He paused to tap Danny on the chest. “Your mind is no longer entirely contained in your head, after all.”

Danny rubbed at where Frostbite had tapped him. “You don’t think that has anything to do with it, do you?”

“I’m unsure,” said Frostbite as they reached the examination room. “It isn’t unusual for ghosts to lose their memories of their lives, but that is both more immediate and more complete. Sit down here, and take your shirt off, Great One, and we can begin.”

Danny made a face at the item that looked like an overly complicated dentist’s chair with a large metal disk embedded in the back, but obeyed.

“Here we are,” said Frostbite, pulling a complicated ring-shaped thing from the chair. “This part goes around your head,” he said adjusting it to fit.

Despite his cold core, Danny shivered at the frigidity of the metal.

“These are to monitor your core, along with the matching one built into the chair,” said Frostbite as he attached several flat disks to Danny’s chest.

“Are they, like, ultrasound?” asked Danny, running his finger along the edge of one of them. He didn’t like how they stuck to his skin.

“They work on a similar principle,” said Frostbite. He turned on several nearby monitors. “With this, we will be able to see how your brain and core react in tandem. Can you transform for me a few times? I want to compare with the baseline readings we took from you when you first stayed with us.”

“Sure,” said Danny.

“Alright,” said Frostbite. “Now, I am going to try sending a few low-intensity ectoplasmic pulses and currents through you. Is that alright?”

“Sure,” said Danny.

The first few left Danny feeling lethargic and tingly. Other gave him so much energy he had to leave the room for a few minutes to burn some of it off. Another, interestingly, turned off his ghost half, not unlike the Plasmius Maximus.

There was a rest period in-between each test, to make sure that they weren’t mixing results. During those times, Danny and Frostbite would laugh and tell jokes and...

... Danny trailed off in the middle of a sentence. “Frostbite?” he asked after a minute. “What was I just saying?”

“I want to stress that this is currently just a theory, Great One,” said Frostbite.

“It’s okay,” said Danny. “Just... What is it?”

“Your memories are recorded in both your brain and your core. You know this, correct?”

“Yeah. You told me that a while back.”

Frostbite nodded. “Normally, if one is turned off, the other one is still recording memories, and the memories will be transcribed.”

Danny nodded.

“Or, if they are disconnected, in the case of the Plasmius Maximus, or your parents’ ‘Ghost Catcher,’ they will swap memories. However...”

“Yes?”

“It is my theory that certain kinds of discrepancies between memories can lead to your core deciding that the discrepancy is an error and attempting to remedy it. Great One, your core did not exist prior to your accident.”

“So, it thinks my memories from before that are wrong, and it’s getting rid of them.”

“I’m afraid it may be so.”

“Can you stop it? I mean, you were able to artificially induce it, earlier...”

Frostbite made a face. “The only things I can think of that could stop this would be unhealthy in the long run. I do not believe you want to try to split yourself in two again.”

“No,” agreed Danny. “Any-Anything else?”

Frostbite sighed. “This is not something I can confirm,” he said, “but I suspect that the reason for your odd pattern of your memory loss is that the memories you dwelled on most often vanished first.”

“Oh,” said Danny. “Because that would bring them to my core’s attention...”

Frostbite nodded.

“Well. That’s... not ideal.”

“I’m sorry, Great One. Would that I could do more.”

“It’s all gone,” he said, without preamble, as he stood at Jazz’s door first thing in the morning.

She looked crushed. “Are you sure?”

Danny nodded. “I remember remembering, but I don’t actually remember. It’s weird and... actually kind of a relief,” he said, tilting his head to one side.

Jazz blinked rapidly. “Are you going to tell Mom and Dad?”

He shook his head. As his memories had disappeared, so had most of his remaining trust in his parents. Between the memories of them caring for him, and the memories of them attacking or threatening him, the latter were more vivid.

He still loved them, and his ghostly desires, that he literally could not remember living without, still focused on them, but that and trust were two different things. It had been months since he’d started to fake retaining memories that he only knew about from reading his journals.

“Sam and Tucker?”

This time, Danny nodded, the gesture much more enthusiastic. “We were going to meet up later today, anyway. Do you want to come with us?”

“Sure,” said Jazz. She rubbed at her eyes. “Give me a second.”

Danny nodded. He wasn’t in a hurry. “I’ll be downstairs.”

He could understand the grief. He had felt it. But it was over, now. The only thing left was to make new memories.

#danny phantom #ask #answer #prompt fill #prompt

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doubleleoenergy · 3 years

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My Oh My

A little bit older, a black leather jacket. A bad reputation, insatiable habits.

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, oral (female receiving), HEAVY breeding kink, dirty talk, knotting, mating, beta in heat, blood

Word Count: 2132

Author’s Notes: I am sorry that I am such a whore. This is disgustingly filthy.

“Y/N?” Bucky has one hand on the steering wheel of the Jeep Wrangler, the other gripping his cellphone against his ear. He was headed back towards the ‘Pack Dwelling’, as some would call it, representing the large house in the middle of the woods that his pack all lived in. Bucky had been out meeting with the Stark Pack, a pack of ten located about two hours away from their property.

It was mating season, and having been more ESTABLISHED than the Stark Pack when it came to that time of the year, their alpha Tony had asked to meet up and give advice to his group of betas. Tony himself had been through MANY mating seasons with his mate Pepper, but his pack of betas were fairly young and hadn’t experienced anything related to the first heat. Tony and Bucky explained the process to the males, bringing in the females after with Pepper in tow to help explain to them how their heat would affect them. After staying for a late lunch Bucky finally said his goodbyes, thirty minutes from home when y/n called.

“Buck…” She whined on the other end, the alpha sitting up straighter in his seat. He KNEW what was going on from the sound of her voice, a deep growl leaving his chest. This was it, this was HER first heat. His foot instinctively pressed harder on the gas, a wild look of excitement spreading across his face.

Y/N and Bucky had been together for about three months now, and the moment his cerulean hues locked on her he KNEW she was his. She had been a member of the Romanoff Pack originally, but had lost their alpha in battle. The new alpha that had taken over was cold-blooded, had a thirst for human hunting, something SHE and half of her pack did not agree with. One night, while everyone was asleep, they made their escape, becoming omegas for a few months before stumbling upon Bucky and his pack in town. The rest was HISTORY.

“I know, doll. I promise I’m hurrying.” He was going at least twenty ABOVE the speed limit at this point, not giving a fuck as he traveled on the backroads of town. No cops ever traveled this far back, and there hadn’t been another vehicle on the road for at least ten minutes. “Are you alone?” He questioned, his cock stirring in his dark denim jeans.

“Yes, Peggy also went into heat about the same time as I did today, Steve has been taking care of her in their room. But the new betas, the ones without MATES, they can smell me. They’ve been trying to get in the room but I threatened to rip off their heads if they did.” She KNEW Bucky was pissed, a darker growl wafting through the phone speaker, hearing the sound of the Jeep speeding up.

“They KNOW better.” He snapped, hearing her hold the phone away from her ear as she screamed at the betas who continued to claw at the door. “They should know you belong to ME, you have the mark to prove it, don’t know why they think they can touch their ALPHA’S property.”

Bucky’s words make the wetness between her legs worse, her panties already soaked in her denim shorts. “You can deal with them when you get here. But I really need you to hurry, Buck. I’m SO hot right now.” It felt like her body was on fire, her hips bucking against the pillow on the bed to create stimulation to her clit.

“I’ll be there in FIVE. Then I’ll show those dogs who you BELONG to.”

Bucky barely gets the Jeep in park out in front of their rustic estate, ripping his seatbelt off and slamming the door, the muscles in his arms bulging TAUT against his favorite black leather jacket. The door smacks against the wall as he enters, making the female betas watching a movie on the couch jump.

“Where are they?” He questioned through gritted teeth, pulling his leather jacket off and dropping it to the floor carelessly. One of the betas points in the direction of y/n and Bucky’s master bedroom, his footsteps getting louder as he strides against the hardwood floor.

“BOYS!” His voice is booming, the low growl settling in his chest. The three young betas clawing at the bedroom door stop, turning to look at Bucky with fear in their eyes. “What the FUCK do you think you’re doing?”

One of the boys looks back at the others, visibly shaking. “W-We’re sorry, alpha. Y/N just smells so GOOD. We can’t help it, we don’t have anyone.” Bucky moves to stand directly in front of them, gesturing to the door which displayed THICK scratch marks now.

“You want her that bad, huh?” He snaps his teeth at them, making them flinch. “Get out of my FACE before I rip your throats out with my TEETH.” The boys scramble, knocking into each other as they sprint down the hall and into the kitchen.

Bucky turns his attention back to the door, jiggling the locked handle a few times before he hears it unlock, pushing it open. Of course the SCENT of her arousal wafted a mile down the road, the stench only getting stronger as he walked closer and closer to the bedroom. His eyes take in the site of his mate, his cock hard as a rock now in his jeans.

She had discarded her shorts and tank top by now, the heat overtaking her, NEEDING to be free. Her drenched panties still clung to her hips, her breasts completely exposed. She looked DAZED, like she was trying to see through a fog, her mouth open and panting for cool air.

Bucky kicks the door shut behind him, walking up to y/n and kissing her deeply, his hands running through her hair. She melts against his lips and his body, feeling him press his tightened jeans against her, a moan leaving her lips when she could FEEL how hard he was already for her. She’s panting again loudly when he breaks the kiss, his hands roaming over the beads of sweat along her back, caressing her body and placing kisses down her jawline. He gently walks them backwards until they fall onto the bed, all of Bucky’s weight pinning her down.

“Buck! I need you, I’m literally on FIRE.” She croaked out, her hands going up into his long locks and tugging. A deep growl emits from his throat again, his teeth scraping against the darkened mating mark on her skin, drawing a few droplets of blood. He’s licking and sniffing all over her neck and collarbones, snaking his body down hers as he scents her, marking him as HIS. This would keep the betas away for sure, her scent covered with HIM.

Bucky watches as y/n arches her back into him as his lips latch onto her breast, sucking for a moment before moving to the other. His lips trailed down her abdomen, stopping to place wet kisses just above her pantyline. “Gotta taste you first, you smell so DELICIOUS.” He teased, a sharp fingernail slicing easily through the thin fabric of her panties. He pulls the shredded bits away, admiring her folds as they glistened with her honey.

Bucky wastes no time, lapping against the juices on the outer folds before diving inward, his beard scratching PERFECTLY against her skin. Soft moans are falling from her lips, her fingers still toying in his hair, hips bucking into his face to take MORE. It isn’t long before she cums, sending sweet liquid to his tongue.

“H-holy shit.” Her eyes close in pleasure, Bucky slurping up all of the liquid she gave him before he pulls back with a smile. “Doll, you taste even SWEETER than usual.” He gets off of her to remove each article of clothing he still had on, kicking his shoes in with the pile, his cock slapping against his stomach as it became free from the fabric binding him in.

He steps forward towards the bed again, tugging on one of her ankles to pull her so her ass is RIGHT up against the edge of the bed, her legs instinctively flexing open at her sides. “Want to take you like this first, fuck you slow on my cock, see your face when I first press into that needy cunt of yours.”

Y/N whimpers on the bed, her flingers moving to tug at her pink nipples. “Please, Buck, NEED to feel you now. I promise I’ll be GOOD.” Bucky settles against her slit, the tip of his cock red and angry, a light sheen of pre-cum leaking out. He lines himself up, one of his hands gripping her hip as he pushes in. His eyes focus on her face, watching it contort with pleasure at being filled finally. His cock was long and girthy, y/n’s cunt swallowing him in until he couldn’t push in any further.

He barely moves backward before she cums again, tears falling to her cheeks from how incredible it felt. “Baby please move, need MORE of you.” Her nipples are hard from the way she pinched at them, one of her hands moving down so her fingers can press against her clit. Bucky’s hips move back so he’s halfway out of her before plunging back in again, bottoming out. He can HEAR how wet she is as he picks up his pace, a rumble stirring in his chest.

“Doll, you feel so good, so wet for me. Look at you, milking my cock for more.” He fucks her like that for a few minutes before pulling out, y/n whimpering at how EMPTY she felt. “Get on your hands and knees, ass up.” She does as she’s told, rolling over onto her knees and sticking her ass up high. Bucky SHOVES his cock back in, going deeper in this position than he had been before. His rough hands grab onto her hips, his nails digging into her skin as he fucks into her animalistically.

“So fucking good, look so BEAUTIFUL on your alpha’s cock.” Her walls tighten as she cums a third time, mumbling nonsense, a lazy smile spreading on her face. Bucky chuckles, one of his hands moving into her hair, tugging her flush up against him. He tilts her face so he can see her, her eyes fighting the urge to close. “Look at you, going fucking STUPID on your alpha’s cock. Can’t even stop yourself from coming, like the whore in heat that you are.”

She’s drooling a bit, letting him fuck her senseless. “Yes alpha. I’m a whore in heat, only for YOU.” He can feel his orgasm building, a guttural groan escaping his throat.

“Gonna cum in that sweet cunt, fuck you down onto my KNOT to fill you full.” The hand on her hip snakes around to rub over her stomach, his hips snapping against her harder. “You’ll look so good all SWOLLEN with my pups, gonna keep you full of my cum always, make you my breeding whore.” Y/N loses it again, submitting as she cums one last time, the hand Bucky had in her hair moving forward to grip her throat, touching along their mate mark.

“You like the thought of that, huh? You came just from THINKING about me using you as my breeding whore. Maybe when you’re heavy with my pups I’ll bring you out into the living room and make the beta boys WATCH as I fuck you, let them watch what a whore you are for me. Let them know who you belong to as I fuck you stupid.” She’s whimpering at how good all of it sounds, swallowing as best she could with his hand around her throat.

“Y-yes alpha, PLEASE, want you to do all of that. Want you to breed me, tie us together with your KNOT, want to be your breeding whore.” Her words are all it takes before his knot builds inside of her, tying them together as she wanted, ropes of cum spurting deep inside of her, breeding her full. Her stomach BULGES from all of the cum that’s pumped inside her, wincing at the sting of the knot as it locked her into place. Bucky releases his hand from her throat, her body heaving forward and collapsing on the bed, his own body resting atop hers.

He places gentle kisses to her shoulder, nuzzling against her. “Did so GOOD, doll. Can’t wait till we have a little family of our own.” She smiles, her breathing finally steadying and the fire on her body dissipating a bit.

“A little family of potential alphas to take their daddy’s place someday. I like the sound of THAT.”

#alpha!bucky #alpha!bucky x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader smut #marvel fic #marvel smut #marvel #bucky barnes #doubleleoenergyworks

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captains-simp · 3 years

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Dark!Valkyrie and pet play, took r from midguard and chose to keep her, potential boot jumping if your comfortable if not idm COGRATS ON 1K 👏🏼👏🏼

Shout out to this anon that's waited months for this fic and never got impatient dkwksnsmwm

@romanoff062 helped me a lot with ideas so thank you bestie and some elements of the fic are inspired by @peachyteabuck 's fic And I Plead which I highly recommend y'all check out

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Warnings: innocence kink, non-con/dub-con (R doesn't fully understand) forced heavy pet play, ownership, boot jumping, spanking, degrading, strap on sex, mild amnesia and kidnapping

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New Asgard was a beautiful place. That much became apparent before you even set foot in the small town. All it took was a brief glimpse from the winding roads across the hills a few miles away and you instantly wanted to take a closer look.

You were on a road trip; had been for a while. It was a solo trip. A chance to get away from the hectic life back home and for you to figure things out. You had just graduated college and like many of your fellow students you had no idea what you were going to do next. So when you heard some people talking about a road trip, you decided you would give it a try aswell. You had a brief route planned but you ended up stopping off at a lot more places than you thought, even then none of them helped you with whatever it was you were trying to get out of that journey.

You parked up along the edge of town and grabbed your phone and wallet before getting out of the car and started towards the buildings.

It was starting to get late but there was still a fair few locals around who all waved or smiled at you as wandered around. You let the distant and lively murmer in the middle of town direct you and it wasn't long until you spotted a pub.

You knew you should have booked a place to stay for the night or few days, but you had been on the road for a while and wanted to enjoy the unique atmosphere of the town as soon as you could. Surprisingly, you weren't tired either.

A few people greeted you in the pub, clearly noting the new face, but they didn't draw too much attention to you which made you feel all the more at ease there.

You bought a beer and sent a quick text to your parents to let them know you were safe and took a sip of your beer as you admired the art work across the walls. They ranged from tapestries to paintings and even some sculptures, the likes of which you had never seen before. They had a distinct Viking style to them but with a regal touch.

"You like them?" You looked to your right to see a dark haired woman leaning on the counter besides you, nursing her own beer.

She had an easy smile on her lips that hinted at something more, as did her hazel eyes that watched you carefully. She was beautiful to say the least and it took you a moment to find the words ton respond.

"They're amazing, where are they from?" You asked as your eyes flickered away from hers, unable to hold her strong gaze.

"A very special place." Was all she said. "Valkyrie." The woman declared as she raised her bottle to yours. You smiled and tapped the top of yours against hers.

"Y/n." You replied. Valkyrie hummed.

"And what brings you to New Asgard, y/n?"

Convosation flowed between you easily from that point on. You found yourself telling the older woman a lot about yourself, more than you had ever told a stranger. You just couldn't seem to help it, she encouraged you to tell her everything and you did.

Once you realised you barely knew anything about Valkyrie the convosation took a swift turn to handsy flirtation. You didn't mind, of course, but it sure did surprise you when Valkyrie shamelessly pulled out the cliques and let her hand wander boldly up your thigh.

You were captivated by the stranger. And you wanted to experience her further, everything she had to offer you would willingly take.

You groaned quietly when you back hit the hard wall of the pub. Valkyrie pulled you into a rough, demanding kiss that you could hardly keep up with, only stopping when she pulled away begrudgingly, as though she wasn't running out of oxygen like you were.

"I want to see you come undone." She whispered lowly against your ear. You gave a whine and closed your eyes with a smile.

"Come on." Was all she said as she grabbed your hand and led you through the empty street back to her house that seemed somewhat larger than the ones around it.

You were barely through the door and she was undressing you. Her hands ran frantically over your body that was admittedly growing tired and weaker from your travels. It didn't help that everytime Valkyrie's fingertips danced across your bare skin you melted just a little more.

You whined longingly when she dipped her slender fingers through your wet folds. She glided them over your sensitive clit that was begging for any attention but she soon withdrew those torturous fingers once more.

"You want something, pet?" You head was too clouded with need to pay much attention to the nickname. You had no prior experience with anything of the sort, no real understanding of what Valkyrie had planned.

"I need you." You whined again and went to kiss her only for the older woman to chuckle and pull something out of her pocket.

She attached the collar swiftly. It was locked around your neck before you could object and even if you did, it would have been futile.

"What's this?" You asked, dumbfounded.

"Your collar. All good pets have them." Valkyrie said simply and reached her foot around the back of your legs to pull forward with her foot, making you fall to your knees with a thud.

"What does that mean?" You asked again, confusion and mild panic starting to rise.

"That you belong to me, so you better behave." Valkyrie warned before pressing her boot covered foot between your legs and pressing down on your neglected clit. You moaned despite yourself and grinded down on the polished material out of pure instinct.

You lifted your hands up to grip onto Valkyries thigh as you dragged your cunt along her boot but she slapped them away. You whined, not knowing what to do with your hands.

"Hands behind your back." Valkyrie instructed and you did so quickly, glad to have something to follow.

You built up a desperate rhythm quickly as you looked up at Valkyrie pleadingly. You needed your release badly.

"Please." You tried. Your wetness was covering her boot and you were so close to releasing everything you had onto the boot.

"No." Valkyrie defied as she yanked her boot away from you. You whined loudly and she tutted as she grabbed your collar and pulled you up to lean over the edge of her bed.

"Please make me cum." You whimpered, earning you a harsh smack to your ass.

"Pets don't speak unless spoken to. Seems like we have a lot of training ahead of us." Valkyrie said darkly. You groaned again, not knowing what the hell that meant and wanting to know what you were getting in to.

You tried to look back at her but your head was forced down into the sheets with one hand while Valkyrie's other started to undo her zip.

She pulled her jeans down and off swiftly and threw them across the room to reveal the strap on she had been hiding. This only became apparent to you when you felt the large head against your entrance, bringing out another breathy whine from you.

Valkyrie edged the tip of the strap into your less than prepared pussy and revealed in th noises it brought out in you. You squirmed against the bed and her hold but she continued to push onwards as she held you down.

It with take long for her to thrust the entirety of the the toy deep inside you, brushing against nerves that were rarely touched. With each passing second you lost more of your grip on your speech until Valkyrie pulled out only to slam the rest of the you into you.

You moaned out loudly and clung onto the bedsheets frantically as Valkyrie continued to fuck.yo7 at a brutal pace, never faltering. You were all overwhelmed with pleasure you hardly heard the dirty things the woman above you whispered into your ear. With that, it didn't take you long to get close.

"Gon cum, please!" You tried, your speech far too slurred for you even to understand luckily Valkyrie did.

"Cum for your queen." She ordered and with that, you fell over the edge. You moaned loudly as your back arched and you clenched around the toy, desperate to feel it as much as possible when you came around it.

Valkyrie didn't stop once you came, not after you came a few times either. Because while you may not have ever completely remembered the events of that day, you would sure as hell feel them for a while.

You awoke in a brightly lit room with walls that seemed to literally shine. You blinked quickly as you looked around and found yourself in a bedroom. A fucking big one.

Next to you, or more towering over you from your low position, was a Grande bed that was unnecessarily big, as though it was there for show more than comfort. The gold painted posters and luxurious pillows and covers made it the perfect image of a King's bed and had you wondering what fantasy land you had dreamed up in your head.

You looked down and furrowed your brow as you realised you were laying in large dog bed that fit you as if by measurement. It was lined with quilts and soft pillows that matched those on the bed.

You sat up in the bed and took in the rest of the room and all its glory. Long drapes hung from the ceiling and parted for an open pair of doors that led onto a sizeable balcony. With a deep breath, you got up out the bed and ventured towards it.

It was only when you left the warmth and softness of the bed that you realised you were fully nude, but there was no dresser or closet door around to provide you with any clothes. You timidly edged towards the doors and stood to the side to peer out, hoping no neighbours would get an eyefull of your vulnerable state.

It was also hard to stay oblivious to the thick black leather collar that was around your neck so tightly. There were some hazy memories it awoke in the back of your mind that you couldn't quite see.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you peered out from behind the curtain. What became apparent first was how high up you were. The balcony leaned over the whole land and let you see the whole of the city and the dark forests beyond it.

The building below you shone in the sun, gleaming boldly in a way you couldn't tear your eyes from. It was almost mythological.

"You're awake!" An excited voice exclaimed from behind you. You spun around to see the dark haired women coming through the main doors towards you.

You didn't recognise her at first, especially with the cheerful grin plastered across her face. But soon the pieces fitted together and you took a big step back away from Valkyrie.

"Don't be like that." She said with a frown, her eyes shamelessly raking over your body.

She walked towards you quicker than you could get away and gripped you collar, forcing you to your knees. "Much better." She mused as she looked down at you.

She attached the leash to your collar and gave it a tug as she strolled back to the balcony with you having no choice but to follow as she instructed.

"I've waited so long for this." She beamed as she looked out at the city. You sat by her side, your mouth and throat too dry to let you speak and feeling too scared to even try. "Finally, Asgard is back to how it should be, and with you by my side." She looked down at you with a smile and noted your confusion.

"Earth just didn't cut it." She said simply. "So we're starting over, again. We have this whole planet to ourselves and I'll make sure it stays this way." Valkyrie explained as she looked back out at the city she ruled.

"I want to go home." You piped up as you stared at the ground, too afraid to meet her gaze.

"You are home." Valkyrie said as she crouched down and lifted your chin to look at her. "I'll give you everything you could ever want." Your bottom lip trembled as you realised you really had no way out.

"All you have to do is be a good pet."

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