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luveline · 10 months

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jade!!!! i’m sure you get this a lot but i would die for some hurt/comfort in the steve zombie au universe 🫠🫠🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

hi!! ty for requesting ♡ steve zombie!au (pre-college / mutual pining). fem!reader, 1k

cw violence

Steve swears the chills come before you've even drawn breath to scream. His name, at the very top of your lungs and sharpened into a knifepoint, "Steve! Steve!"

He drops the lockbox he'd been inspecting without thinking and stands from his squat, setting off at an all out sprint in the direction he thinks you came from. Your third scream cements your location, as does the sound of a scuffle, your pained shouting down the stairs and hiding behind the countertops.

People are animals, and you're far more vulnerable to a living person than a dead one. There's a tearing sound, fabric stretched until it snaps. Steve thinks the worst. A greasy guy pinning you to the floor, a gun to the soft curve of your neck.

Steve shouts your name. "Where are you?" he shouts, his throat burning raw.

"Get off of me!"

"Stupid bitch." It's a girl's voice, crystalline. "I'll gut you throat to cunt."

Holy fuck, Steve thinks. Holy fucking fuck. He trips over an overturned postcard stand and slams into the counter, over it, into the room behind it. You have your hand wrapped around your backpack strap, a month's worth of provisions being yanked on by a girl with a knife in her hands. You're both grunting in exertion, the girl's leg slamming up into yours. You take the beating, throwing your hand into her face with a clout.

"Get the fuck off of her!" Steve shouts, barrelling for the stranger.

The knife presses to your throat. No holds barred.

"Y/N, let it go!" Steve shouts, a quick command. He'd rather lose the bag than you. A million times over.

You drop your hold on the bag. The girl flinches back, the curve of her knife leaving a dribble of blood behind, startling red that seeps unsympathetic into the grey of your t-shirt.

She rattles out past fallen bottles, that ever present crunch of glass under her feet like compressed snow. Steve is torn. Two seconds of indecision. Should he follow her?

He didn't get a clear look at what she did to your neck. He chooses you, he should've chosen you the second he saw blood, but a month of food is a lot. You might die without it.

"Shit," he hisses, leaping forward to assess your cut. It's dark but not pitch, the line of your cut shining from the very last reflections of sunlight. "How badly does it hurt?" he asks, quickly dropping his bag down the length of his arm. He almost splits the zipper, digging for a clean scrap of cloth. He settles for his last t-shirt, shaking it out before bringing it to your neck.

"The food. The food, Steve, you have to go get it."

Steve shrugs. He honestly can't think about it right now. He'll explode. "How am I supposed to get it back? We don't have anything to fight with. You have your pen knife, I have a kids baseball bat and a hand crank torch." He frowns and pulls away the cotton. Your cut oozes. He dabs it dry. It oozes more, but there's no white line of dermis peeking through. "I could shove it down her fucking throat."

You wince.

"Sorry," he says, though if he's apologising for hurting you or saying something vile, he's unsure.

"I'm so fucking sorry," you say back, ignoring him. "I'm sorry, Steve, I'm so sorry." Your throat moves under his hand cupping the cloth there. "We're fucked and it's all my fault."

He can't speak. He doesn't refute your claim, though you're wrong, your words striking a chord deep in the most terrified parts of him. Sometimes, Steve feels that crushing panic of childhood, the feeling of hiding under your bed with a little heart pulsing double time between sore ribs. You're fucked.

You're a strong girl, but it doesn't take much of Steve's silence for you to start crying. You sniffle and tremble and try to do neither, gently shaking hands reaching for his elbow. "I'm sorry. I'll figure it out."

Steve moves his fingers along the curve of your neck, lying to himself about what the touch means.

A tear drips down your cheek. He doesn't kid himself into thinking they're purely for him. You're shit scared, you're always hurting, and a minute ago someone was holding a knife to your throat threatening to split you open. He doesn't know if someone's coming back to finish you both off. He needs to do two things at once.

"Let's find somewhere to sleep for the night."

"I'm sorry," you say. His throat aches in sympathy.

"She almost killed you. The last thing I want is for you to die over a couple of cans of tuna and arugula." He taps your jaw with his index finger. "Seriously."

"I'm fucking useless."

"Hey, hey." He cups your cheek. "Don't say that shit. Why would you think that? Would you think I was useless, if it happened to me?"

Your ashamed look breaks his heart. He's in fucking deep shit with you. Lately, it's been getting worse. You break a nail and he thinks about stitching it back on.

"You're not useless. I don't wanna hear you say that. Okay?" he says sternly.

"Sorry," you mumble.

"I'm not sorry. I'll take losing a bag of food over losing you any day." He doesn't give you time to understand what he's said. "Come on. Hold this to your neck. We need to go before she comes back."

Steve wishes he could say he lets you hold his hand on the walk back to your latest temporary lodgings, but it's more like he takes yours and won't give it back, using the little trembling of your fingers to assess how upset you are. Squeezing when it gets bad.

#steve zombie!au #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington drabble #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things 4

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frracturedjaw · 1 year

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Hi ! I was wondering if you could do either Thomas or Bo, with the prompt of the reader being hurt by a victim ?

warning(s): vomit, minor blood, brief canon-typical violence

a/n: bo does all the wrong things to care for a concussed person. i know this goes without saying with slasher fanfic but don’t do what this guy does

the bat collides with your skull, and color explodes behind your eyes. your head is void of thought, only something molten hot remaining inside. it might be dripping out of your nose. you whip around and grab the weapon with both hands, wrenching it out of the guy’s grip. the neon signs behind him are blinding, even though you know they’ve been getting dimmer for decades. he reaches to take it back, but you drive the end of it into his body. it hits ribs; not quite what you were going for. but he stumbles backwards nonetheless, giving you the second you need to flip the bat around and grip it properly. it sails down from overhead and cracks sharply against his trunk, folding him to the ground. you twist to check over your shoulder and almost go down next to him, your vision throbbing and tilting with the movement.

“Bo?” it comes out slow. you try again: “Bo, you here?”

“Yeah, ‘m comin’.” he calls from a nearby storefront. he’s still got that quiver of agitation in his voice. usually you’d let him cool off for a while after dealing with the tourists, especially a slippery bunch like these last few. but you’re struggling to get your eyes to focus, now. you squat and use the bat to prop yourself upright, waiting for him to drag another corpse into the street. you’re suddenly aware that the hot liquid dripping down your neck is blood, rather than sweat. then you’re on the ground. grit embeds itself into your bruised skin, and you can hear it crunching underfoot somewhere near your head. Bo’s face appears over yours, framed by the night sky and those insufferable neons. his hair slick with sweat, he looks downright handsome in this light. “you’re so pretty, Bo.”

“I asked if you’re okay.” Bo replies. you can only guess he’d been talking since you hit the ground. “get up, i’m takin’ you back to the house.”

you turn your head and curl up tight against the cold. and then it is dark.

Bo doesn’t panic. that’s not his thing. he gets angry, he throws shit, kills people, but he doesn’t panic. not up until now, at least. not until he sees your eyes roll back, the blood running in the crevices of your eyelids. his body’s in sharp, shrieking pain the whole time he’s yanking you off the ground and heaving you into the truck. but he can hardly feel it, with how fast his blood is thundering in his ears. he knows he won’t cry, not out in the open like this, but his chest is twisting in that awful, desperate way and won’t stop. he’s talking nonstop the whole way back. partly for you, partly for himself.

“we’re only a few minutes out. Vince should be waiting for us. I can get Lester up here, too. we could have him run out to town n’ get you something nice. some a’ that candy you like. getcha settled in bed, somethin’ cold to drink. i’ll find that shirt a’ mine you like. put on the tv. anything you want.” he goes on and on, as if he can convince you to wake up if he offers enough.

Vincent had been helpful getting the bleeding to stop, but Bo insists on attending to everything else. he keeps finding blankets from around the house, wiping off your face and hands, touching your forehead. he isn’t even sure what he’s looking for. he’s never really had to learn to care for a concussion. finally, he perches himself in a chair by the foot of the bed — his bed, he won’t have you anywhere else — and puts his head in his hands.

he can’t get the twisting to stop. the burning, sinking, nausea that hadn’t relented since you first passed out. what if you started bleeding again? what if you stopped breathing? what if you simply didn’t wake up? what was he to do then? he feels the knot crawl up into his throat, threatening a sob. he wants to tear it out of his body and crush it in his hands. he wants to feel its strength peter out between his palms, to destroy that part of him. he wants to break it. he wants to break anything. he wants you to wake up.

the sky goes from deep violet to the fiery pink of sunrise, and his eyes don’t leave you. his glare is frosted with sleeplessness, and he almost doesn’t notice when you wake.

a low whine crawls it’s way out of you, catching on dry throat and grit teeth. you barely get upright before you fling yourself to the edge of the bed to vomit, heaving dryly.

“hey! whoa, hey!” he calls out in surprise. he crawls up the bed towards you, smoothing his palm up and down your back. concern creases his face as you cough out the last of what was left in your stomach.

“g’morning.” you warble, peeking sideways at him. the movement of your eyes feels grating, and makes you gag again. his laughter surprises him.

“good morning to you, too, sunshine.” he replies, wiping your mouth on his sleeve. you wince and lean away when he touches the back of your head. “just let me get a look.” you groan when his fingers skim your scalp, and he can’t help but frown at the gnarled scab forming there. he should clean it, he thinks. he’s not sure how. he’s not sure if he should give you food and water or not. he feels something in his chest flex uncomfortably.

“m’tired, bo.” you murmur through your teeth. over your shoulder, he sees a tear drip from your chin.

“i know,” he sighs. “i wanna get you cleaned up. you’re gonna worry me to death, lookin’ the way you do.”

you can’t recall how he got you into the bathtub. all you know is how pleasant the cool tile feels against your skin. someone’s hand cupping over your brow as water flows over your head. quiet murmuring and sharp men’s soap smell. you’re struggling to decide if it’s sandalwood or something else, and then you’re gone again.

he has difficulty trying to get you into clean underwear, and opts for a pair of his boxers instead. he spends some time digging through the laundry scattered around, searching for the shirt. he has to swipe some dog fur off the front when he finally finds it. he’s not sure why you like it so much; it smells strongly of himself in a way that never quite washes out. it’s so old that he can’t remember where he got it from. it might have been from some old rock band, but the graphic is so worn it’s illegible. but he helps you lift your arms over your head and slip it on nonetheless.

you still don’t look right. your face is pallid and pulled into a subconscious frown. he grasps at his chest without knowing exactly what for. Bo had gotten used to the feeling of being in control.

#bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #house of wax #slasher x reader

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armyangxls · 1 year

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Rainy Birthday

JJ Maybank x Plus Size reader

Warning(s) : mentions of food/eating

Word count : 1071

Summary : Reader celebrates their birthday with JJ and the rest of the Pogues on a rainy day

The sounds of the crunching of leaves under your shoes on the trail and the bristling water lake beside the trail calmed you and made you feel nostalgic.

"This is the life!" You said, smiling.

"It really is! Especially with you!" JJ said, smirking.

You smiled. Still after being with him for months, he still made your heart flutter, and your skin heat up.

"Gosh, I love you!" You said, holding his hand, and kissing him on the cheek.

"I love you too!" He said, gently squeezing your hand.

"Be careful of that root." You said, he stepped around it.

"Thank you!" He said, looking back at you.

"Of course!" You said, smiling.

You heard the ruffling of trees in the forest side of the trail, you looked over in the forest not paying attention to where you were walking, your foot colliding with a root, you stumbled onto the ground, your legs getting scraped by the small rocks on the ground.

"Ah!" You screeched out.

You pushed your top half off of the ground, sitting up.

"Ow!" You said, holding your elbow that got scraped.

"Y/n! Are you okay?" JJ worriedly asked, squatting beside you, touching your leg softly.

"Yeah, just a few scraps and bruises!" You said, softly.

"What happened?" He asked, standing up straight, offering you a hand, you gently took.

"I heard something in the forest, and I was looking over there not looking where I was going."

You both heard ruffling in the trees again, your heads snapping in the direction of the sound.

"What if it's Jason Voorhees?" You asked, nervously.

"Doesn't he live near camping that has cabins?"

"Yeah... Isn't that a cabin? Not just a cabin but an abandoned one!"

"I don't like that!"

"Me neither! Wanna check it out?" He said,

"JJ what? No, I do not!" You said, grabbing his arm.

"JJ, don't you dare go in there!" You said, clinging to him.

"Okay! I guess I won't!" He said, looking down at you, putting his other hand on your arm that was clinging to his arm.

You felt a drop of water on your arm.

"Did you feel that?" You asked him.

"What- shit!" He said as he felt drops of rain on him.

"I was hoping it was just cooler, not rainy!" You said, sighing.

Suddenly it started pouring.

"Go!" He said, you both ran to a covered bench that was not far.

You both sat down on the bench, hoping to wait out the rain.

"It's always raining on my birthday!" You said, half annoyed,

"Well they do say April showe-" He started.

"Yeah, yeah, April showers bring May flowers!" You said, sighing, you rested your head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, it's raining on your birthday!"

"It's okay! At least I got you!" You said, smiling.

A while had passed with no sign of the rain stopping.

"Wanna make a run for the twinkie?" JJ asked.

"Sure!" You said, as he covers the top of your head, you gave him a questioning look.

"The birthday girl can't get rained on!" He said.

You both ran for the van.

JJ drove you both to John B's house, and you both ran inside from the rain, as you walked in JJ covered your eyes.

"Whatcha doing?" You asked, laughing.

"Just come along!" He said, guiding you a few steps into the living room just for emphasis and to surprise you.

JJ uncovered your eyes, putting his hands on your shoulders, you opened your eyes.

"Happy Birthday!" John, Kiara, Pope, Sarah, and Cleo all shouted at the same time.

A cake decorated in your favorite color, and food from your favorite restaurant was on the coffee table beside them.

"And we got your favorite takeout!" Cleo said, smiling, bouncing her shoulders.

"Awh thank you guys so much!" You said, smiling, putting your hand to your heart

"This was all JJ's idea!" Kie said, smirking.

"You're welcome!" JJ said, behind you, wrapping his arms around you, hugging you.

"Group hug!" Kie said, hugging you, all the pogues joined the hug.

"I love you guys!" You said as you all pulled apart from the hug.

"I love you too bestie!" Kiara said, her curls bouncing as she moved.

"I love you too!" The rest of the group said at the same time.

You and the rest of the pogues had just finished eating dinner, now you were about to watch a movie.

"What movie are we gonna watch?" Kiara asked.

"Let's watch a Horror movie!" Cleo said, smirking.

"No, let's watch a comedy!" John B said.

"I agree with Cleo, let's watch Scream!" Sarah said, smiling, her legs draped over John B's lap.

"Shouldn't we let Y/n pick a movie? It's their birthday!" Pope questioned.

"Yeah, we should let Y/n pick! What do you wanna watch, my love?" JJ said, looking at you, you were resting your head on his shoulder, giggling at their comical conversation.

"Let's watch Scream, my favorite!" You said, smiling.

You had just finished watching the movie.

"Cake time!" Kiara said, jumping from her seat, grabbing the cake from the table, she grabbed the candles and lighter from the dining room table and put the candles on the cake, and lit them.

They all start singing happy birthday, as Kie brought the cake to you, she set it back on the coffee table.

"Happy birthday dear y/n!" They all sang together to you as you blew out the candles.

Your heart flutters with the feeling of love surrounding you.

You and the group had finished eating your birthday cake, now watching your {other favorite movie}

You were resting your head on JJ's shoulder, with arms wrapped around you, you turned in his arms to look at him.

"What?" He asked, looking back at you.

"I love you!' You said, smiling, staring at him with a look of love.

"I-I love too!" He stuttered, still a little scared of saying I love you, and smiled.

He put his hands on your round cheeks and kissed you.

A wave of love and softness like a warm soft blanket on a chilly night, went through you both as your lips met.

You both pulled apart from the kiss, smiling like you both had won the lottery.

"Happy birthday my love!" JJ said softly, kissing your forehead.

"Thank you, JJ!" You said, smiling.

JJ had turned a rainy birthday into an amazing birthday.

Author's Note : I hope you guys like this fanfic!! This was made for my birthday (April 17th) it's very late but it's okay!! Lol :)))

Taglist : @tears-of-amber @girl-of-multi-fandoms

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cowteapot · 2 years

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Lend A Hand

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: Struggling to survive in the upside down, a familiar face lends a hand

Warning: Violence, language

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The blood red sky loomed above as you walked down the path, stepping over fallen branches and debris “Steve?” You called out searching for the man you had just been with but when you turned he was gone “Eddie?” no sign of either of them.

Shit

You had continued walking in search of either boys, the fear had slowly bubbled inside when the trees above swayed and bustled, a high pitch screech sounded out through the sky, peering up you caught the sight of the Demobats who had began to circle. Not one but several bats had set their sights on you as you broke out into a full on sprint, the branches crunched beneath your feet, wind blowing through your hair as the bats screamed above you. Branches were dodged left and right, logs jumped over and holes in the ground nearly missed. You had to run and you knew it, no way were you going to allow yourself to die here alone, so you ran until your lungs screamed and limbs ached but the bats didn’t give up as they swooped down around you.

Finally a bat had caught you by the shoulder hoisting you for a second before dropping you back to the forest floor, it swooped back down for the kill but you kicked and fought, grabbing a rock you swung hitting it, throwing the rock down you tried to get back up but more had come. Their tails wrapping themselves along your arms and legs, you struggled against them legs kicking as you screamed, a long tail had found itself around you neck. Your screaming ceased as you choked and heaved, still pushing your arms and legs you tried but the world was darkening and In those moments you thought of your parents, your friends and your siblings. You thought of Billy. Since his death you’d always tried to imagine his fear but you’d never really gotten it until the moment when the bats were choking you and ripping into your flesh.

Suddenly the tail around your throat had loosened, dry dusty air filled your lungs. You searched to the side but were caught off guard when the blade of a machete came close to your left hand, the tail of the bat sputtered black ooze as it unwrapped itself from you arm. It screamed out but was cut off by a large black boot stomping on it. You looked up seeing a familiar face covered in blood, sweat and dirt “Billy?” You we’re sure you were dead, this was heaven, you were imagining your dead boyfriend as your savior. Those bats had won you knew that with a 100% certainty but the only thing was he looked different from the last time, his beard was thicker, hair was longer and his build was thicker, more muscular. He swung the machete and had taken down the last three that had wrapped around your other limbs before he squatted down “y/n hey can you sit up for me baby?” You just lay there, eyes glossed over staring at the man, delicate but calloused fingers came up to touch your neck, a stinging sensation running through your body causing you to lurch back with a hiss “oh hun. We gotta get you cleaned up. Take my hand y/n” a large dirty hand poked out as he stood, you took it carefully. Pain was all you could feel as you stood, it seethed through the open wounds on your chest, through your wrists and ankles and especially throughout your neck. Billy could sense this, he stepped forward scooping you up bridal style “I’ll take care of you”

He walked for a bit, your head placed on his chest lazily, lulling to the side with each step. Soon you both had stopped in-front of a rundown log cabin, he kicked the door open, walking towards a makeshift cot he placed you down. “Bill?” He sat next to you on the bed “I’m here. It’s okay” his hand rubbed circles on your knee while you cuddled into his side “you’re dead?” He bit his lip, eyebrows furrowed “I know. I’ll explain once you’re in better shape” he stood but you grabbed his wrist loosely “don’t go” you watched his expression for a moment but he let go leaving the room for a second but came back quickly with a little red first aid bag “you need to get these cleaned up hun”

Billy skillfully unwrapped gauze and antibacterial wipes before carefully wiping off the open wounds “remember when we learned first aid before the pool opened for the summer? You couldn’t do CPR for shit. Always to aggressive” he chuckled at this “yea and you’re gauze was always to loose, you would have let the patient bleed out in a matter of seconds” you smiled recalling the memory, that hot May morning when you all sat outside the life guard shed dressed in bright red swimsuits, Billy and you were to caught up in talking to listen to the lesson, the both of you just barely becoming life guards. He tightly wrapped the gauze around your center, sealing off the open gash in your abdomen “All done” he gave his work a seal of approval “good job Bill. 10/10 nursing skills” you coughed out, head resting back on the pillow gaining a sympathetic look from him.

He stood taking the kit back to wherever it was before, your body shifted to got comfortable, he reentered the room and sat against the edge of the bed, a calloused hand reach out to you own which you great fully took “y/n what are you doing here?” He sighed, your eyes closed as you remembered before “we found this door thing. It was in lovers lake. So a few of us came to check it out and Steve got us dragged in” “and where’s Steve?” “I don’t know.” You admitted, eyes brimming a bit as you feared for your friends, did they think you were dead? We’re they dead? “Why are you here?” You countered but he simply shrugged “I’m not sure.” you picked at his hand thinking for a moment “we thought you died. There’s a” you took a breath “a headstone for you. A grave and they did this memorial thing.” You couldn’t help the tears spilling. You could still vividly remember that moment back in Hawkins, in Starcourt, you could remember everything, the scream that left your throat raw for weeks. They way your body shook from the violent sobs and his blood on your hands. You still have the sweater you wore that night, stained with his blood, the sleeves a deep maroon now, you could feel the way your heart ripped in half that night. “You died Billy. I was there I watched it, I saw it all” he held onto you, lowering his body into a laying position “y/n if i had an answer for why I’m here right now I would give it to you. I would explain it over and over again if I had to. I don’t know why I’m here and I want you to know I’ve been searching for a way out. Back to you and max since the day I showed up here” your body was shaking now with sobs, fists clamped in his jacket lapels. You wanted to be angry with him, angry for begin a hero, angry for him leaving you and angry for him being taken away but you couldn’t. Billy held you until the tears dwindled and your eyes grew heavy, he held you as tight as he could for he feared you’d disappear if he’d let go and you held him the same. You both lay there through the night just wrapped in each other’s arms savoring the moment you both wished for for so long.

He was back. And he was here to stay.

#billy hargrove #dear billy #stranger things #billy hargove x reader

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patchesnpins · 2 years

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ʟᴇᴛ'ꜱ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ

ᴀɴᴏɴ ᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ: could I please get something with Will and a male reader where Will rides on his bike with him, maybe a confession of feelings too? no stress to do this if you have too much, just thought it'd be cute! thank you!

☾⋆*:｡ a/n: oh this is the cutest thing ever, excuse me really getting into the autumn theme with this one but I thought it would be cute. currently pretending in this fic that Will didn't move away to Cali and is still in Hawkins

☾⋆*:｡ details: SFW//w.c: 1.9k//Will Byers x gn!reader (could be read as gn or male but fem aligned dni)

The brisk Autumn air rushed past your face, filling your lungs with air that chilled you to the bone but made you feel so alive. With no blaring hot sun like the summer or the icy bite of snow in the winter, you’d rolled your bike out of its hibernation in the garage to ride it around. Driver’s license be damned, you grew to appreciate the after school bike rides through the winding asphalt streets.

Shifting the pedal backwards, the bike comes to a halting stop before a boy kneeling in the fallen leaves. You could recognize that bowl cut anywhere, the first thing you’d picked out from the crowd of freshmen flocking into school years ago. Horrible haircut aside, he was sweet and kind with a sharp sense of humor that sent you reeling the first time it showed its colors.

There was no Hellfire meeting today, you would’ve never heard the end of it at lunch today if there was. And Will wasn’t one to be stuck after school with detentions.

“Something up with your bike?” You squat down beside him and he flinches, too caught up in his confusion to notice your arrival.

He opens and closes his mouth like a fish out of water as he collects his thoughts, motioning to his bike with a now more neutral expression. “My tire popped, I thought it just got deflated but I found a hole.” You can already see him adding up the cost of getting a new wheel in his head with his furrowed brows. “I need to get home soon but it’ll take me forever without my bike.”

The buses had already left so Will was stranded, and you knew his family worked almost too much to come pick you up. “Shit.” You mumbled, not entirely meaning to say it aloud but it slipped past your lips.

“Yeah, shit.” Will huffs out a laugh, far from genuine. You reached out to check the wheel yourself, fingers brushing against his and you shivered slightly. His hands were freezing cold, shaking ever so slightly as he dug his thumb into the hole in the rubber wheel. You stole a glance of his worry filled face, his cheeks dusted with a light rosy pink from the chilly air nipping at his skin. He was barely dressed for the weather and your own worry grew with every subtle shiver.

He was chewing on his lip, a mixture from nerves and trying to keep his teeth from chattering. With a sharp sigh, you pull your knitted mittens off and shove them against his chest. “Here. Now come on.” Leaves crunch under heavy boots as you rise to your feet, rounding towards your bike and pulling it from its spot on the ground. You toss a leg over and sit, patting the back of the bike. “Hop on.”

“What?” Will looks at you like you’ve gone mad and you can’t help but laugh.

“Come on, you can ride on my bike and I’ll bring you home. You can call your mom and have her pick up your bike on the way, you need to be back soon don’t you?”

Will’s nervousness cracks for once and he allows himself to laugh, still toying with the mittens in his hand, only stopping when he realizes he’s tugging at the loose string of yarn. “I mean, I guess. I haven’t ridden on a bike with someone in forever. Do you think I’ll even fit?”

“Don’t know till you try.” You pat the seat one more time. You’re praying that he says yes, a bit of company on the ride home was something you wanted. And with the one and only Will Byers? Your face split into a wide smile in anticipation.

“Fine, just take it easy on the turns.” Will smiles and carefully shuffles over, kicking up leaves then swinging his leg over the bike like yours. He slips on the wooly soft mittens over cold bitten fingers that ache to the bone. They’re comfortable and bring him instant warmth, they feel like that one sweater he loves when you wear it and hug him, wrapping him up and a gentle safety stitched together carefully with love.

You steady the bike, waiting for Will’s careful touch that never came. You purse your lips, your heart sinking a slight bit and shooting a look over your shoulder. “You gonna hold on or what?”

Will’s eyes blow wide with a hint of panic, you can practically see the thoughts swimming through his head behind the glassy brown orbs. His adam apples bobs and he does weird combination of a nod and shake of his head. “You won’t mind? I mean- yeah but only if-”

You roll your eyes. “God Byers, unless you want a first hand experience of face planting into the ground then I’d hold on.” Your heart turns light when he cautiously wraps his arms around your waist, gripping tightly to his own sleeves and very lightly pressing his chest against your back, careful as if he’s making sure to leave you an inch of space. “Maybe it’ll help you warm up.” You tack on and hear his breath catch in his lungs, kicking up the kickstand and rolling forward before he could really react.

Your shoes catch on the pedals and you both wobble down the driveway of the school, slow but growing steadier by the minute. The cold breeze of Autumn has returned, turning your eyes wet but it felt good, the chilly contrast of that and that sappy warmth of Will Byers clinging onto you. His previous worries had seemed to melt away once the bike had started rolling, now pressed firmly against your body and chin tucked in the crook of your neck.

You gnawed at your lip, tasting bitter metal on your tongue soon enough with a sharp bite. Will wasn’t even doing anything, he had gone quiet since he hopped on the bike, allowing himself the silence to admire the golden colors of the trees around you two of the cinnamon like smell that stuck in the air. Jack-o-lanterns decorated the many porches you cycled past, gruesome expressions staring into the street.

“Isn’t that a dragon?” You hum, squinting at a particularly well made jack-o-lantern.

“I think so?” Will leans forward, his cheek almost pressed against yours and you can feel the soft coldness of his skin. He adjusts his grip, holding onto your jacket in a knuckle tight grip. Both of you know the other has noticed it but no one minds it enough to say anything.

Will had always been cute, he was also soft smiles that turned your insides to mush and sweet gestures that bounced around your head all week long. When he held your hand under the lunch table after a rather stressful day or swiped the paint from your cheek during art class you felt yourself falling a bit more for him each time. He had jokes that were quick and sharp like a blade, ones that’d take you till hours after the conversation to think up.

Will was sugar and spice, he left a sugary taste on your tongue and a sappy feeling in your gut whenever you both hung out. You couldn’t push it away even when you tried, he was addictively sweet and you found yourself not getting enough from your hushed conversations in class and days spent lounging around in each other’s bedrooms.

Those words popped into your head a handful of times, and each time you pushed it down like it was a bitter insult. It wasn’t the right time, it was never the right time for you to say it no matter how often it bubbled up uncontrollably in your throat. Will Byers was your friend, it didn’t matter how many times you caught each other’s blushing faces or touches that lingered too long.

He was your friend. Best friend at most.

At the moment, his hand was lingering at your stomach, jacket crumpled in his hand as he rubbed his thumb over the soft material. The crunch of leaves under the wheels and the subtle whir of your bike was all you could focus on to distract yourself, the warmth of your face was a feeling you hated on a cold day but you could do without it in this moment.

You spotted his house in the distance, slowing down a bit as your bike cruised down the Byers driveway towards the front door. There weren't any cars in the front and just from the feeling in the air it felt empty. The brake squeaked and whined, coming to a delayed stop and Will hesitated slightly before clambering off quietly, his leaving a fading warmth on your stomach and you silently mourned the loss of him against you.

“See you tomorrow?” You search for a way to make the silence less awkward, giving him a slight wave that he returns.

“Yeah- see you tomorrow.” His smile seems a bit forced, like he's trying to cut himself off with a quick and simple good bye. He lingers for a moment, hands clenching and unclenching by his side before he starts off towards his front door. Sticks and leaves crumple under his shoes as he takes a few steps away, pauses, then turns back around.

For a moment you wonder if he was forgetting something, had he not taken his house key with him this morning? Or did he leave one of his books behind with his bike on accident? Words hang from his mouth but he can't get them out, his face twitching and nose scrunched up ever so slightly. Your heart flutters at how cute his confused expression was.

He starts forward, fumbling anxiously with the mitten on his hand. Your mouth falls open. “Hey you don't need to give-”

His hand, now missing a mitten but warm and soft, cups your cheek gently as he leans in. His lips pressing against yours cut you off and all words slip from your short circuiting brain, sparks flying as you immediately surge forward into the kiss. His lips are so soft, as careful and as sweet as the rest of him, plump and soft and they slot together with yours just perfectly. There's still a hint of hesitation, his inexperience shining through the way your noses knock together but you couldn't care less with how intoxicating the kiss was.

He pulls back, eyes flickering back and forth like he's too scared to look you directly in the face. Ashamed and scared you'd hate him, but you'd never felt warmer than in that moment. You feel cold without him, the Autumn wrapping you up in its chilly arms the minute you both pulled away. “Thank you,” he croaks. “Thank you for the ride home.”

He smiles and the last functioning part of your brain makes you smile back, eyes crinkling much like his own do. He spares one last glance before running up the stairs to his door and inside.

Your hand balls up, suddenly noticing the wooly feel of the mitten in your hand. Still warm from Will, only one can be found. In his awkward panic he’d only managed to give you the one mitten. You smile.

You'll have to get that other mitten back from him sometime…

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mr-up-on-a-downer · 10 months

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was thinking about this while I was working out

not everyone has the time or even motivation to go to the gym and they can be expensive depending on kind of gym it is, so if you want a basic ass full body workout to do at home that doesn’t require equipment it could look something like this

to start, push-ups for upper body, squats for lower, and crunches/planks. All of these fucking suck if you’re not used to it which makes them perfect for strength training and gauging progress. you can start by trying to at least 10 of each (20 seconds for the plank) and working your way upward from there. Maybe take notes of your own progress.

and there’s plenty of other shit you can toss in there to. Jumping jacks, steam engines, lunges, burpees are literally a total body exercise.

Clearly if you have some kind of physical impairing disability that limits or prevents you from doing something, don’t even try it and risk hurting yourself, but all of these can be done in quick bursts. I think this gym bro LT of mine told me it’s like 30 minutes working out to be considered more than just “exercise” but all of these if you keep at it could be done in like 5-10 minutes tops if you’re not procrastinating, maybe even less if you’re starting off slow and trying to work your up to more reps n sets

anyways, take care of your body and it will take care of you.

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Ok so i read a little snippet of the new interview w pedro and something stuck with me. He said something about loving to read aloud so IMAGINE FRANKIE. Like I have an idea maybe you’re like a college student who’s cramming for finals and assignments and all overwhelmed. One night before an exam Frankie reads your notes to you as you lie against him in bed. Like this mans voice lulls you to sleep. One page in you’re asleep but u can’t tell me the man doesn’t keep reading since he thinks maybe even in your sleep him reading your notes will help you remember the material for the next day I’m soft 🥺😭

Study Buddy (Frankie Morales x f!Reader)

W/C: 2.4K

Warnings: crying, stress, mentions of food, alcohol, non sexual nudity, reader is studying psychology

A/N: this is.... the dream. like the actual dream. And I included ravioli the cat bc I love that little man :)

God, you can’t remember any of this shit on the page in front of you. It makes your brain hurt, and the fact that you’re studying psychology makes it all even worse. You’re studying what makes you tick, the reasons why you can’t remember it, and it’s endlessly annoying. Your eyes burn from how long you’ve stared at your laptop, hand cramping from the amount of definitions you’ve written several times in a desperate attempt to commit them to memory.

You’ve spent this Sunday at your desk, only getting up to use the bathroom. Your doting boyfriend, Frankie, brings you food, refills your water, rubs your shoulders for you. The final exam is Wednesday, but you’re still filled with anxiety over what you do and don’t know. It feels like everything you learned this semester went in one ear and out the other after the initial tests on the individual units.

This exam is important. The course is a heavily impactful one, naturally an essential knowledge base for the field of mental health work, and passing it with a good grade would be a real standout later when you’re applying for medical school. It’s safe to say the pressure’s on, and you’re feeling it squeeze down on you like a vise.

Frankie walks in again, about an hour after the last time, when he brought you graham crackers and hot tea. You lift your head to look at him, wincing as your neck crunches with the movement. Frankie winces for you. “Wow.” “I know,” you whine, rolling your neck side to side and working out the rest of the air bubbles that formed from staring down at the full notebook. Looking up at him, your eyes water from the constant light of your laptop, even with your blue-light glasses. “What time is it?” You ask.

Frankie sits on the edge of the bed, hands on his thighs. “Uh, it’s about 8 P.M. now.” Ravioli, his cat, lifts his head from where he’s curled on the bed. Frankie murmurs something and rubs the cat’s fluffy little head. Ravioli prances over to Frankie’s lap and curls up in it.

You groan and scoot your rolling chair over to him, his hand finding the tender spot where your neck and shoulder meet and rubbing the sore muscles. “Oh, honey,” he sighs, removing your glasses and wiping the small gathering of tears from your lower eyelids. “Can I run you a bath?”

“I don’t have time, baby,” you whimper, real heavy and hot tears forming as you look back at your desk. “A whole portion of the exam is gonna be on classical conditioning, and I can’t even tell the difference in the unconditioned and conditioned stimuli, and-”

As your words rise in pitch and the cry chokes your throat, Frankie pulls you out of the chair and into his lap. Ravioli nervously removes himself from Frankie’s lap, not wanting to be crushed as you two embrace. “You have all of tomorrow and Tuesday.”

“But I need to use tomorrow for parts of the brain and Tuesday for all-around final review!” You wail, burying your face in his chest and sobbing.

Your tears dampen his shirt but Frankie doesn’t care, he just wraps his arms around you tighter as you cry. He lets the tears fall for a bit, allowing you to get the tension you clearly need out… well, out. He rocks you gently in his arms, holding you in his strong arms and kissing your head. When the tears slow and your wheezes turn to small hiccups, Frankie gives a slow deep breath, knowing you’ll feel it and hoping you’ll mimic it. “You’ve been at your desk for nine hours, baby. It’s time to be done for the night. I’ll let you study a little longer, but I’m going to run us a bath. Okay?” He asks.

Nodding, you sniffle and wipe the tears from your eyes. “I got snot all over your favorite shirt,” you whimper.

Frankie shakes his head. “It’s nothing, querida. Go finish up and I’ll get the bath started.” He slides you back into your desk chair and rolls you back to your desk.

You wipe the snot onto the sleeve of your hoodie and look up at him with big eyes. “You’re too good to me, baby,” you coo, voice still watery.

“Just doing what you deserve.” Frankie stands behind you and removes the tight bun from your hair, letting it fall down and massaging your scalp gently. “Oh, honey,” he sighs as he sees you visibly relax. “That was tight.”

“Didn’t even notice,” you murmur as your eyes slip shut, falling back into Frankie’s strong fingers as they trace your sore scalp. He kisses your forehead and walks off to the bathroom, making you sigh and put your blue light glasses back on for the final few minutes of studying.

With these moments, you review things you already know, deciding to use part of tomorrow to focus on the classical conditioning components again. It’s incredibly basic, you know, and the fact that you don’t get it makes you even more frustrated. You break your own rules and stare at the blank diagram, trying to properly label them, only to feel angry tears welling up.

“Pavlov was an asshole, doing all that tempting to his dogs,” Frankie chuckles as he walks in to see you at the segment again. His small smile falls when he sees your eyes are watering. Helping you from the chair, he shuts your laptop and notebook and wraps his arms around you. “Hey. You’ll get it, baby. Taking a break and coming back helps, right? Didn’t you call that…”

“Spaced practice,” you nod. “Or dispersed. Either term works,” you sniffle.

“See? I’m learning from you. You’ll have your M.D. in no time.”

You give a weak chuckle and walk with Frankie to the bathroom, sighing as you smell your favorite candle and notice that he turned the bathroom light to a soft orange glow. He’d insisted on putting in the color-changing lights recently, and you have to admit you enjoy them. The tub steams with clear water and you turn to Frankie to frown only to see him holding two bath bombs. “Your choice. I know you like picking.”

This makes you finally break from your scowl into a small smile. You pick your favorite, one with pink and purple swirls and a rose on top. Frankie nods and lets you take it. “You do the honors. I’ll go get the bubbles.”

Before he can turn, you stop him and take his face in your hands, kissing him lovingly. “You’re the best,” you tell him with a weak smile.

“How about some wine too?” He offers, rubbing your side.

“God, let’s run away and get married,” you laugh and rest your head against his chest. “Yes, wine please, baby.”

“Be right back,” he smiles and kisses your forehead.

You squat and drop the bath bomb in the water, sighing as the steam becomes scented of jasmine and sage. The water swirls purple and Frankie returns in a few moments with a bottle of red wine and lavender bubble bath. Sighing, you stand to full height and stretch, your back aching from the strained position. Frankie helps you remove your hoodie, slipping it off and tossing it aside before removing his own clothes.

Frankie pours some of the opened red wine into two glasses, then drizzles some bubble bath into the tub. He turns on the jets for a moment, letting the bubbles foam to the top. He slides in once he’s fully naked, grabbing his wine from the side and sighing. “Come on in.”

Smiling over at him, you tie your hair back and slide in, sitting on his lap in the water and grabbing your glass of wine too. You rest your head against Frankie’s broad chest and he turns on the jets, swirling the warm water around the both of you.

It’s just as relaxing as he’d hoped it would be. You sip your wine as he snakes an arm around your middle, kissing the top of your head. You’re both fully naked, but the moment isn’t anything sexy or hot. It’s just loving, snuggling in the warm water.

Handing Frankie your glass, you slip beneath the surface of the bubbles, fully submerging yourself in the deep tub. God, you’re glad Frankie chose the deepest tub they had. Popping back up, you push back your hair and sigh, nuzzling back into his chest.

“Is this all okay?” Frankie asks you after a bit, having set his wine aside and wrapped both arms around you.

Turning off the jets to talk, you smile contentedly as his warm body envelopes you. “So good. God, you’re amazing.”

Frankie smiles at that and squeezes you a little tighter. “You deserve it. You work so hard all the damn time, and you’re so beyond smart. I’m so proud of you, and you need to be treated like this.”

The mention of your work alone makes your body less fluid and relaxed as you start going over your studying plan to make sure you have everything ready for the next few days. Frankie can feel it. “Hey. Relax. Do you want me to help you study?”

You open your mouth to say no, but the offer intrigues you, making you pause. “How?”

Frankie shrugs. “I could quiz you. Read your notes to you.”

His voice always makes things stick better. You remember things much better in Frankie’s voice, holding every little thing the man says in extra high regard. “That would be lovely, baby. Thank you.”

“Anything for you,” he mumbles and kisses behind your ear.

Frankie pours you another half of a glass and by the time you finish it, the water has become lukewarm. The two of you drain the tub and dry off. Frankie brings you warm and clean clothes, a pair of cotton shorts and one of his hoodies. “You know me so well,” you beam at him and kiss him slowly. “When this is over, I’m gonna give you the best fuck of your life for being so good to me.”

Frankie has to laugh. “I mean, I’ll never say no to that, but you don’t have to. This is what partners do. This is my job as your man.”

“‘Mmm, and what a good man you are,” you purr as you nuzzle into his body once your clothes are on. “Gonna go take my meds and meet you in bed, okay?” You ask.

“Sure thing.” He kisses your head and pulls on his pajamas, blue plaid boxers and an old t-shirt, a grungy old thing with a terrible graphic relating to the Delta Force.

“You wanna put some pants on?” You tease, admiring his bare legs beneath the soft fabric.

Frankie yawns, stretching his arms above his head, before shaking it and smiling at you. “Mind your own business.” He retreats to the bedroom, and you can hear him cooing to the cat.

Taking your pills in the kitchen, you return to the bedroom and smile to see Frankie snuggled under the covers, Ravioli’s whiskers sniffing at Frankie’s face. The cat stands on Frankie’s chest, investigating his face. When he sees you, Frankie lifts Ravioli off his chest and pulls back the blankets. “Get on in here.”

Grabbing your thick notebook, you snuggle into the bed, resting your damp head on Frankie’s chest. Frankie kisses your wet hair, wrapping his arm around beneath you and taking the notes from your hands. He cracks it open and sighs. “Alright, brace yourself. I don’t know how to say any of this shit.”

You laugh, resting a hand on his chest. “Do your best.”

“We’ll see,” he chuckles and reads over the page. “Do you want me to quiz you or just read to you?”

“Just read, please,” you say softly as you let your eyes fall shut, absorbing Frankie’s warmth and Ravioli’s weight as he lies down on your feet.

His voice is so soothing. It always is, everything about Frankie is. His voice is low and soft, only loud enough for you to hear it. He begins explaining the difference in the Broca’s and Wernicke’s areas, and even though he clearly doesn’t understand the meaning behind the words, his lovely voice makes them stick.

He reads to you as you get sleepier, the weight and exhaustion of your burning eyes bringing you closer to drifting off. Before you do, you catch yourself and open them, smiling at the cat snuggled at your feet and the rise and fall of Frankie’s chest.

“Will you read me the bit about the different components of classical conditioning?” You ask quietly, hoping his voice will make the concept clearer or at least more memorable.

He nods and his scruff brushes over your forehead as he readjusts his head. Your hand rests on his soft belly, the warm skin and tufts of hair leading lower. He’s like a human comfort blanket, and you can’t help but nuzzle closer into his body.

Trying to go slowly and understand the concept himself, Frankie reads aloud the differences in the conditioned and unconditioned responses and stimuli. As much as you try to focus, your mind slips away into a warm fog, only emphasized by the lilt of his deep voice.

It doesn’t take long after one last yawn. You succumb to the sleep, and your whole body melts into the mattress and into Frankie. One slow sigh tells Frankie that he has succeeded in relaxing you.

Careful not to shift you too much, Frankie leans upwards to toss the notebook on the desk. It lands with a slap, making you jump and startle awake. “Shh, it’s all good, baby, it’s just me,” Frankie murmurs to you, stroking your back through the hoodie.

That’s all you needed, a reassurance that Frankie’s got whatever it is covered. You give half of a nod and rest your head on his chest once more, returning to the slightly deeper sleep.

As your breath slows, so does Frankie’s. He just barely holds back a yawn, clenching his teeth so that he doesn’t make enough noise to wake you again. Once his eyes slip shut, he’s done for, and your little family is all asleep on the bed: you and Frankie intertwined, and the cat at your feet.

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no-life-biatch · 3 years

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I Would Do Anything For You Yandere Sangwoo X Male Reader

WARNING: Blood, Swearing, Broken Bones, Name Calling. Bold and Italic is Sangwoo's Thoughts Please Leave Comments Or Send Messages I'm Running Low On (The Will To Live JK) On Characters. You were in a group project with pairs with a guy named Sanwong or Sangwoo I think it was Sangwoo he looks smart hopefully because I don't know squat (anything). It was a History project I hated the fact it was pairs because you still have to work on the plus you got a whole 4 hours of sleep last night that pretty good. ??? POV Finally, I got him to myself. Normal POV "What did you want to do for our proj---" "Hey Y/N" I turn around to see who cut off Sangwoo and it was a girl. "Yeah... Oh Hi R/N (Random Name) how are you?" "I'm Good Just want to check on you and ask you something." "Yeah, What's up?" "Um do you maybe want to hang out after school sometime?" "WHO IS THIS BITCH" "Yeah, Sure why not" You shrug then back towards Sangwoo. "sorry, what were you saying?" You said looking back at him. "I said what do you want to do for the project" He said it sounded like he was clenching his teeth. "Oh, Okay Hmm let's do R/S (Random Subject Because I don't know) " ! TIME SKIP! There were scream's coming from the basement in the Neighborhood that was quiet and didn't care to be more specific, The chains clacking around the dark room, a single girl moaning and grunting. "Where are you going with Y/N" A voice bounced off the walls followed by a crunch. "We were doing to the mall the one at (??) Street" A voice said slightly shaking and voice cracks holding her leg that she for sure knew that she broke a bone in her leg. "Why did you ask him out, what made you think you would actually have a chance Slut you're just a Fucking pig on the streets he only said yes because he didn't want sluts to make them feel bad" The loud voice boomed out. "YOUR ARE NOTHING" the voice yelled once again. "I I I'm So-so-Sorry" The voice said quietly. "please don't kill me I won't tell anyone I wont got near Y/N again. SANGWOO PLEASE!!" SPLAT The girls voiced was suddenly cut off. "Your damn right Bitch" Sangwoo said wiping the blood off his face. After his little fun he went for a shower and got dressed nicely. ! SKIP! You were waiting for R/N to come you've been waiting for a while about 10-20 minutes I was about to leave when... "Ah Y/N what are you doing here?" A voice spoke calmly. You looked up from your phone. It was Sangwoo "Oh well I was waiting for someone to meet here but they aren't showing up" You said looking around for one last glance. "Oh well how about keeping my company?" Sangwoo ask while lightly playing with his hands. "Hmm I don't see why not." "Cool come with me I know a perfect place" Sangwoo said waiting for you to catch up with him. ! Time Skip Again! You and Sangwoo has started hanging out more you aced your project all thanks to Sangwoo. You were know dating him you ask him, and he said yes and now currently you were having a dinner date at Sangwoo's house. "Sangwoo I'm so glad you agreed to go out with me I love you" You said smiling. "Me too I couldn't be happier I would do anything for you baby love you as well" Sangwoo said smiling as well. *BANG* "What the hell was is that" You said jumping up and looking around. "oh, it's the neighbor's they are always fighting and banging on walls and shit." "Oh, okay its funny because I thought I heard it from under us, but I guess it was outside." "Yeah, I'm sure it is *Yawn* Ah I'm getting tired want to stay over and sleep or go home" Sangwoo said smiling at him. Lowkey hoping he doesn't stay the night. "Sure, I'll the night... If your still okay with that?" You spoke. "Yeah, no problem" Sangwoo got up and carried you "Up we go" He said smiling. We got to sangwoo's bed he put me down lightly and tucked me under he laid down next to me I grabbed him started to cuddle with him he was like a giant teddy bear. It was late at night Y/N wasn't awake and so was the neighbors there was 1 person who was awake that night he didn't make a peep not even a soun

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wizardofrozz · 3 years

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Welcome to Westview!

Warnings: swearing, mention of past character death, blood

A/N: 😞 there’s only one chapter left after this

Chapter 21

Clint POV

The only sensation I could put words to was the pounding that reverberated through my skull; I couldn’t even place the origin. I stayed in darkness, wincing with every pulse of pain that washed across my brain; along with the unrelenting pounding, a soft buzz started to break through the void. Clint…Clint. Someone was calling my name; it was soft, almost too quiet to hear. Clint. I tried to reach for it only to come up short.

“Clint!” the voice exploded through my head.

“What!” I screamed, my eyes snapping open as I shot up.

“Jesus,” Nat sighed, resting her hand on my arm. “You with me?”

“Yeah…yeah. Give me a second,” I grunted, rubbing my fists into my eyes.

“Wanda! Wanda!” Monica screamed near the window. “Wanda!”

“Hey!” I yelled, glaring at Monica as she turned to face me. “Want to shut the fuck up for a second.”

“It’s a waste anyway, babe. No one can hear you from in here,” Pietro mumbled. I snapped my gaze towards the man sitting on the couch across the room from me, eyeing the guitar resting in his lap.

“Where are we?” I asked, gently grabbing Nat’s hand.

“Apparently, Pietro’s apartment,” Nat sneered, glaring over her shoulder at ‘Pietro’. Monica wandered around the room, inching closer to the door, glancing over her shoulder, jerking her head slightly towards the door. I groaned, rolling to my knees, taking advantage of Nat’s outstretched arm to help pull myself to my feet. Nat’s eyes roamed over my body, and in hopes of lightening the mood, I winked at her, wiggling my eyebrows, which earned me a slap across the face.

“Yeah, I deserved that,” I sighed, rubbing the sore spot on my face. Nat flickered her eyes towards the door, lacing her hand with mine; I nodded once, shuffling towards Monica, whose lips twitched up. I lifted my foot to take a step, but Pietro was already standing in front of Monica, raising an exasperated brow at us.

“Super speed, remember,” ‘Pietro’ snorted. The smugness fell away when Nat yelled out, grabbing her head, breathing hard through her nose. I couldn’t even take a step when a similar sound tore from my lips, the energy coursing through my head, forcing me to fold in on myself. Memories flashed across my eyelids so fast I couldn’t make sense of half of them; Nat’s face smiling and bloody, lingered for a second as she lunged at me, kissing me. Snippets from New York flickered by along with a deranged Loki and a pissed-off Fury. Sokovia, Wanda, and the real Pietro, along with bullets tearing through him so I could live. Nat slapping me so hard I tasted blood before her lips were on mine.

The Sokovia Accords, fighting Nat and the rest of my friends. The Raft. The time I spent as Ronan before Nat found me again. Thanos. The Snap. The last memory seemed to play in slow motion, dragging out the pain I already knew was attached to it. Nat’s back to me as she tried to wrap her head around the concept of Vormir. The last time I kissed her, sweet and full of years of love and pain before she hurled herself off the cliff. I relived every painful second, watching her fall for what felt like forever; the image of her sprawled out below me, surrounded by blood, will never leave me. I opened my tear-filled eyes, instantly finding Nat straightening, a haunted look in her eyes when she finally met my gaze.

“What was that?” Monica whispered, looking between Nat and me.

“Mind control,” I croaked, reaching for Nat. “Natasha.” She started shaking her head, a single tear rolling down her cheek as she back away from me.

“Don’t, Clint. Please. I…We can’t…I don’t want to talk about it,” Nat whimpered, still moving away. I surged forward, grabbing her arm, and forcing her to face me; her eyes snapped open, the familiar fiery attitude burning in her eyes.

“I don’t care. Just…kiss me. Please,” I forced out, swallowing around the lump in my throat. Nat’s face softened, and she was on me in the blink of an eye; I savored every second of her lips pressed to mine, burning the memory into my brain. “I love you,” I mumbled against her lips.

“I love you too, birdie,” Nat breathed.

“What is this stuff?” Monica called, pulling Nat and me out of our own world.

“This is my man-cave. A place to chillax, you know, while the missus is stirring up trouble,” ‘Pietro’ replied, raising an eyebrow at Monica. “You a fan of Steven Seagal?” Monica ignored him, wandering around the room again, only stopping to pick up something off a table. Nat hesitantly moved away from me, strolling across the room to look over Monica’s shoulder; she let out a breathy scoff at whatever was in Monica’s hand.

“You’re Ralph Bohner?” Monica asked, raising an eyebrow at the man moving towards her.

“Boner,” Ralph and I chuckled at the same time. I recovered first, clearing my throat, and making a point not to look at the glare Nat was undoubtedly shooting my way.

“How is she controlling you?” Monica closed the space between them, baring her teeth at him, but Ralph only laughed.

“You wanna tussle again? Hmm?” he taunted with a smug smile.

“Enough of this,” Nat growled. Nat moved past Monica and in the blink of an eye, Ralph was slammed on his back; Nat ended up on top of Ralph, her forearm against his throat, snarling down at him, her red hair wild. My brain knew better than to find the entire exchange sexy, but apparently, the head below my belt didn’t get the memo.

“Meow, she’s feisty!” Ralph laughed, winking up at Nat. Nat put more pressure on his throat, sounding feral with anger, and I shuffled in place.

“You don’t know the half of it,” I mumbled, letting out a breathy laugh. Nat turned her head with the sole intention of glaring at me; Monica rolled her eyes, stepping closer to Ralph and squatting down.

“The necklace,” she breathed, curling a finger around it and tugging.

“Oh! Oh, God! Please, spare my life!” Ralph cried, shaking under Nat. I smirked at her eye roll but offered my hand to help her stand up again, pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek.

“Nice to meet you, Ralph,” Monica laughed, shaking her head.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” I offered, using my thumb to gesture over my shoulder at the door. Nat, Monica, and I sprint through the apartment building, bursting through the front doors; across the street we could see the twins holding off the soldiers, quickly disarming them. As the three of us get closer, another man climbed out of his vehicle, shouting for his soldiers to do something; Nat and I split off, cutting off the advances of the few brave soldiers. My elbow connected with a jaw, and before the man could recover, I slammed my shin into the backs of his knees and landing a perfectly timed punch. I rocked back when a fist connected with my face, recovering enough to avoid another fist, barely; a string of gunshots rang out, and everyone froze. Nat landed with a soft thud, punching the soldier under her before the sound occurred to her; I peered over the soldier's shoulder, that I was holding by the vest, looking for the twins.

“No!” Monica shouted. My tongue feels heavy in my mouth, terror seizing my muscles as I watched the bullets bury into Monica, but nothing happened. No blood, no screams of pain, the bullets just disappeared.

“Stop!” Nat yelled, freezing in place, an exasperated look on her. I followed her gaze to find the man turning the gun on Nat, scrambling back, throwing himself into the truck he got out of earlier. I let out a shaky breath when the gun was finally off Nat; the crunch of metal made me cringe. The sight of a box truck pinning the SWORD truck in place was too funny for me to contain the laughter that bubbled up in my throat. My joy was interrupted when the soldier started struggling in my grip; my fist snapped his head back, and I dropped his limp body, racing for Nat.

“You okay?” I yelled, slowing to a jog as I get closer.

“Perfect.” Nat raked her eyes over me, nodding to herself when she didn’t find any serious injuries. “Um, Clint.” I flicked my eyes to her face, noting that her eyes were focused somewhere above my head; I turned, finding the object falling from the sky.

“Oh shit,” I mumbled, wrapping an arm around Nat’s waist, pulling her to the side as the object plowed into the grass behind us, skidding a few feet. Nat and I looked at each other with wide eyes before jogging towards the strip of destroyed grass; I laughed despite the situation as we got closer. “I guess he graduated from the God of Thunder to the Thor the fucking asteroid.” Nat made a point of grabbing my attention so I could see her exaggerated eye roll before she went to our friend’s side. “Come on; you seriously aren’t going to laugh,” I called after her.

“Thor,” Nat hummed, gently tapping his face. His eyes shot open, the icy blue orbs snapping between Nat and me, causing him to relax some; a low groan pushed past his lips as he tried to sit up.

“I’ll be okay,” Thor grunted, scooting back some, so his legs were stretched in front of him. He let out a heavy sigh, his hands dropping onto his legs with a muted clap; Thor tilted his head and leaned to the side, smiling softly at something behind me.

“Everyone okay?” Bucky yelled, his boots slapping against the concrete as he came to a clumsy stop at the edge of the grass.

“Seems like it,” Nat sighed, smiling at everyone.

“We’re only missing Vision, Loki, and (Y/N). Wanda is dealing with Agatha, and Monica has the twins covered,” I added, smiling down at Nat.

“Vision was fine as of a few minutes ago,” Thor provided, taking Nat’s outstretched hand.

“So where are Loki and (Y/N) then?” Steve wondered aloud, glancing towards the streets leading to the town square. A loud explosion of thunder overhead sent a tremor through the ground, throwing everyone off balance; we all slowly raised our eyes towards the angry storm brewing above us.

“Fuck,” is all I could manage as I watched two bodies hurdling towards me. I twisted in place, covering my head with my arms, and waited for the impact that didn’t come; I heard a thud mere inches from my head and dared to open my eyes. I started to straighten again when the sickening sound of bodies colliding made me flinch; Loki landed in the cradle (Y/N) materialized, but apparently more on her than the magic cushion. The shield of swirling magic was so close it almost touched the side of my head, allowing me to see (Y/N)’s eyes looking down at me as she lets out a relieved, slightly strangled sigh.

“Are you okay, darling?” Loki stuttered frantically.

“If you would get off me,” (Y/N) panted above me. Loki lets out a soft oh and (Y/N) sucked in a loud breath as he moved off her. “I can’t believe Wanda threw us out of the sky!” she hissed to herself. The shield disappeared, leaving Loki and (Y/N) to land softly on their feet.

“Anyone else want to hurl themselves out of the sky at me!” I screamed, dropping onto the ground, resting my arms on my bent knees. Choked-back giggles started to bubble out of my friends and quickly turn into full-blown laughter; I tried to fight the smile pulling at my lips but failed miserably. I covered my face, muffling my own laughter. Everyone fell silent when another wave of deafening thunder rolled through.

“Mom!” Tommy yelled, skidding to a halt beside me. I climbed to my feet, never taking my eyes off the witches above me; Nat came to stand at my side, glancing at the twins and Monica before turning to look at the sky again. Bucky and Steve stood rooted in place, mesmerized, both of their mouths hanging open, watching Wanda; Thor, Loki, and (Y/N) stood next to Billy, murmuring amongst themselves as they watched the battle. I shook my head slightly, watching most of Wanda’s attacks miss, flying high or wide, and I couldn’t make sense of it.

“She never misses,” Nat whispered. I faintly heard the twin's voices again, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away until another voice cut in.

“Wanda, what are you doing?” Vision mumbled. My eyes found him standing behind the boys, following suit and watching his wife and Agatha. Wanda launched one attack after another, getting weaker by the second; Agatha suddenly began pulling energy from her until Wanda’s body fell limp, suspended in midair.

“Mom!” the twins cried, clinging to Vision. Everyone stood frozen in fear, waiting for the inevitable final attack that would end Wanda; I bit my tongue, hoping to hold off the tears of grief already clawing at my heart. But nothing happened. I squinted up at the sky, blinking a few times when I thought I imagined Wanda’s head lifting until I heard (Y/N) gasp.

“Runes,” she laughed breathlessly. Odd shapes started to burn brighter against the flickering barrier, appearing behind the clouds one by one.

“She…she wasn’t missing,” Nat whispered, sounding awestruck. Wanda opened her arms, pulling power in, draining Agatha’s magic with what looked like little effort. Wanda radiated power as crimson beams and ripples of magic engulfing her, burning brighter with each passing second. My mouth hung open as I watched the light start to dim, leaving Wanda floating above us; the clouds quickly started to clear as Wanda and Agatha’s figures moved closer to the ground. Agatha landed with a loud thud while Wanda landed gracefully, a few feet in front of us, her back still facing us.

“Good girl. So now what?” Agatha panted, throwing her hair out of her face. “You just gonna lock me up somewhere?”

“No, not somewhere,” Wanda replied, her voice flat. “Here.” I narrowed my eyes, my head jerking back slightly before searching my friend's faces, only to find similar looks.

“Here?” Agatha scoffed.

“Mhm. I’ll give you the role you chose. The nosy neighbor,” Wanda replied, almost playfully as she moved closer.

“No. Please…” Agatha tried to plead. I snorted, smirking, but it was short-lived when Nat jabbed an elbow into my side; I looked around at our friends before leaning closer to Nat.

“Everyone else is laughing,” I whined softly.

“Quit being a baby,” Nat sighed, rolling her eyes for the thousandth time.

“I’m sorry,” Wanda offered, tilting her head.

“No, you’re not. You’re cruel,” Agatha snapped. “You… You have… You have no idea what you’ve unleashed. You’re gonna need me.”

“If I do, I know where to find you.” Agatha tried desperately to plead with her, but it was cut short with a simple touch of Wanda’s finger; scarlet magic twisted around Agatha momentarily. Someone resembling what I’d imagine Agnes would really be like sat in her place.

“Hiya, hon,” Agnes greeted cheerfully. “Say, that’s some kinda getup you’re wearing. Did I leave the oven on, or is that just you, hot stuff?” Agnes winked, chuckling softly to herself as she eyed Wanda standing over her.

“You live here now. No one will ever bother you,” Wanda informed her.

“Okey dokey, artichokee.”

“I’ll be seeing you, Agnes,” Wanda finished, turning her back to Agnes.

“Not if I see you first, hon,” Agnes chuckled. Everyone lit up, smiling at Wanda when her eyes lifted from the ground.

“Mom,” the twins yelled, running towards her. Wanda’s face scrunched up in a way I knew was an attempt to hide her crushing sadness with a smile. Vision took a deep breath, trailing his eyes over Thor, Loki, (Y/N), me, Nat, Steve, and finally Bucky before smiling warmly and following his sons. I tried to focus on the present, ignoring the knowledge of what was coming, no matter how violently it beat against the inside of my skull.

“So, it would appear that our dream home has been reduced to a fixer-upper,” Vision laughed dryly. “I know you’ll set everything right. Just not for us.”

“No. Not for us,” Wanda rasped, looking down at the twins. My heart clenched at the thought that this was coming to an end; I cast my eyes down, desperate to hide the tears threatening to spill over.

“It’s time. Should we head home?” Vision asked softly.

“In a minute,” Wanda mumbled, lifting her eyes to look over Vision’s shoulder. Fabric shuffled as everyone straightened, sniffling softly in an attempt to collect themselves as Wanda moved closer. “I’m so sorry,” Wanda choked out, fighting tears. “I…I love you all. I never meant to cause you more pain.” No one dared to speak. A lingering sadness hung around each of us; Wanda sniffled, dropping her head, and nodded once. “Let’s go home.” The walk through Westview was quiet and tense, but no one had the heart to break it. Loki and (Y/N) walked hand in hand a few paces behind Wanda and Vision, with Thor on Loki’s other side. Bucky and Steve walked close, their shoulders brushing with each step but not touching beyond that. Nat was pressed against my back, her legs wrapped around my waist and her arms lazily circling my neck as I carried her towards our fake home. I made a point to memorize the feeling of her warmth pressed against me one last time.

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Okay so I just tripped and fell and ate sidewalk so! Maybe reader is helping hotch train for another marathon and they eat shit on the pavement??

oh my god. oh my GOD. this request was so so so fun to write. it’s just so fresh and fluffy and yayyy. and i’m actually very proud of myself for this one. if i’m honest YES i did write me and my friend in as a cameo because we were in dc yesterday morning making fun of all the runners, so i felt it needed to be done. i hope you love it and i’m sorry that i know nothing about running.

warnings: language, cheesy-ass confession

aaron hotchner x reader - marathoners

“I have a theory.” You pant, huffing and puffing as you struggle to keep up with Aaron Hotchner, your boss and King of Quarter-Zips.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” He replies over his shoulder, and you resent how even his voice sounds after 6 miles. Six. Fucking. Miles.

“I think you’re evil. I think you’re an evil little man with evil little powers who magically coerced me into training for this stupid marathon with you.”

Hotch laughs, and your resentment grows. If you laughed right now you would probably pass out.

“And why, do you theorize, would I use my assuredly limited powers to make myself listen to you complain all morning, every morning?”

“Because you’re obsessed with me. You can’t get enough of me. You would hear me give a four hour lecture on my favorite sedimentary rock if it meant you could hear my sweet, sweet voice.” You tease, and Hotch looks at you, two-thirds amused, one-third… something else.

Your profiling game was off this morning.

“Whatever you say, (Y/L/N).” He retorts, and you groan.

“Can you please, please, please stop calling me by my last name? It makes me feel like a high school football player.”

“Fine, (Y/N).” He says cheekily, dragging your name out in a way that makes your stomach twirl.

“Okay, well, since you’re in such a compliant mood do you think we could stop running? And then also never run ever again?” Hotch laughs again, and his good mood lifts your spirits. It always does. He checks his watch graciously.

“Five minute break.” He says, and you immediately fall onto a nearby bench. Hotch joins you but doesn’t sit, taking this time to stretch a bit.

“(Y/N), you should also use this time to-”

“No.” You say with a smile, letting the light breeze cool your overheated face.

“But-”

“Hotch?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut. Up.”

He hits his foot against yours, more of a playful nudge than a kick, and you bask in the short moment of contact.

You secretly love running with Hotch. The actual running part is… eh. But the Hotch part is great. You can rarely convince him to spend time with the team outside of work, so you jumped at the opportunity when he offered to train with you for the next marathon. But it also made you wonder.

“Hotch?” You ask again, cracking your eyes open. His body is blocking most of the annoying morning sun shining onto you, and you fleetingly wonder if he was doing that on purpose.

Hotch nods to show he’s listening even as his fiddles with his fancy running watch.

“You know Morgan runs, right?” You ask casually, fiddling with the hem of the oversized t-shirt you wore with your favorite leggings. Hotch looks up.

“Uh, yeah. I think I remember him mentioning it. Why?” He says, uber casual. You shrug.

“I’m just wondering why you chose to train with me when I obviously slow you down.”

“You don’t slow me down-”

“Oh, please. Remember the day I had a cold and couldn’t get up that morning? I heard you telling JJ how much you ran. I can’t get close to that on my best day.”

“Well, that’s why. Challenging you challenges me.”

“That makes literally no sense, but alright big guy. I’m ready to keep going.” You say, standing up despite the pain in your legs.

“We don’t have to if you’re too tired.” Hotch’s voice sounds distant all of a sudden.

“No, I really don’t mind. As long as you buy me breakfast after. Let’s go. We’ll run to the Capitol building and then back around to the smoothie place you like.”

You start off without him, focusing on the sound of your feet hitting the pavement. You hear him trailing after you, and you run the crosswalk to the National Mall, the sand and small rocks crunching under your feet as you brave the rectangle of pain.

Hotch, of course, passes you easily, and after a bit you’re back to lagging 20 feet behind him. It rained fairly hard last night, and the ground is slushy like half melted snow. As Hotch turns in front of the Capitol Building, you opt for the marble-esque surface that separates the grass from the sand in an attempt to cut a bit of the corner.

You regret your decision immediately. The damp toe of your running shoe catches on the white material and you slip, your body slamming into the ground not two seconds later. You break your fall with your forearms, but the sting of gravel digging into your skin makes you wince.

“(Y/N)!” You hear a voice call, and now you officially want to die. You had briefly forgotten about your boss, your crush, the witness to your awkward fall. But now he was right in front of you, squatting down to make sure you’re okay. So you do what you always do when you find yourself in a painfully awkward situation.

You laugh.

It’s loud, and some of the other 6 am joggers shoot you odd looks. But it seems to make some of Hotch’s worry dissolve.

“You okay?” He asks with a small smile. Grabbing your hand to help you up. You nod, still giggling, and ignore the way your hand feels like it’s been set ablaze.

“Yeah, I’m fi-”

Except you don’t get to finish your sentence. Hotch takes a step back as he pulls you up and his foot makes contact with the same demon marble from which you met your demise. He slips backwards, yanking you with him.

You fall back together, fortunately hitting the grass. Hotch is under you to break your fall, which is a good thing until you realize you’re on top of him, one leg slotted between his.

Hotch clearly had the breath knocked out of him, and he groans, which, okay. It is clearly not the time for a noise like that.

“Oops.” You say, moving to get off of him. As you adjust yourself, you find your face is positioned directly over his, just inches apart.

How cliche.

Hotch, regaining his bearings, looks right into your eyes. You stop breathing for a moment. It isn’t often you get a free opportunity to just look at Hotch, but both of you have stopped moving. You admire his dark eyes, his slightly flushed cheeks, his strong nose. You wonder if he’s admiring anything about you.

(He is.)

You snap out of your reverie and realize how uncomfortable you must be making your superior feel.

“Sorry, sorry,” You say, embarrassed, and roll over to the side as gracefully as you can manage. You’re off of him but your thigh is still pressed against his hip, so you go to scooch away. He gently grabs your wrist before you can, however. Your breath catches as he runs his thumb over the irritated skin where you arm hit the ground.

“You know why I really invited you to train with me?” He asks, seemingly resigned to just… being on the ground now. You twist towards him and adjust so you’re sitting cross-legged, curiosity piqued.

“Why?”

Hotch sighs and makes a face. It’s the same face he makes when he’s about to say something he really doesn’t want to say.

“I wanted to see you. Outside of work. I just… I never had an excuse.”

You frown, confused, “We always invite you out with us. You never come.” You say, not in a mean way, because it’s just the truth.

Hotch falters and props himself up on his elbows. He isn’t looking at you anymore, his eyes steadily trained on the building before us.

“I don’t want to see you in a crowded bar surrounded by our coworkers. I wanted- I wanted to be alone with you.” He confesses, and you freeze.

“What do you mean?” You say quietly. Because you think you know what he means. But you need him to tell you what he means because if he doesn’t mean what you think he means you’ll fling yourself into the Tidal Basin.

“(Y/N), I know you aren’t oblivious, and I know I’m not subtle. I’ve liked you since you first walked in the door to the BAU.” He says, finally, and you want to cry and dance and-

and kiss him.

Which you should probably do, since Hotch has obviously taken your silence as rejection and looks like a kicked puppy.

So you pull him in by the collar of his quarter-zip, kissing him enthusiastically on the mouth. He responds after a moment of brain failure, placing one hand on your thigh and the other on your waist. You know it must look ridiculous for two fully grown FBI agents to be making out like teenagers on the lawn of the National Mall before 7 a.m., but you couldn’t care less. Because it was you and Hotch, a glowing light after all these years of pain and loss and longing. You pull away after a long while, both of you giddy and smiley and bright-eyed.

“You too?” He asks like he can hardly believe it.

“Of course me too, always me too,” you respond, “even when you make me run.”

He laughs, kissing you again, to which you respond enthusiastically. Hotch pulls away and moves his mouth close to your ear.

“We have some onlookers at three o’clock.” He murmurs, and you slowly turn your head to see two girls, not older than 20, trying to enjoy their picnic barely 15 feet away. One of the girls scoffs.

“And people think we’re weird.” She says. The other girl nods, and they go back to eating their breakfast. You laugh.

“Okay, yeah, maybe they have a point.” You say, getting up and brushing the grass off the back of your t-shirt. Hotch does the same.

“Okay, so what do you say, two more miles before the smoothie place?” He asks, and you laugh in disbelief.

“You never learn, do you? No. We’re walking, let’s go.” You say, grabbing his hand because you can now. He surrenders, entwining your fingers and swing you arm slightly as you stroll.

“Aaron?” You ask, trying on the unfamiliar name for size.

“Yes, (Y/N?)”

“Now that you don’t need an excuse to see me, do we still have to do the marathon?” You ask, tone casual. Hotch laughs and bumps his shoulder against yours.

“(Y/N), (Y/N). Have you no shame? Actually, don’t answer that.” He says.

“I”m not hearing a no.” You say.

“We’ll talk about it. Later.” But he kisses you on the forehead, so you take it as a win either way.

(You end up agreeing to run the marathon. It’s awful and hot and long but when it’s over Hotch is still there with you, kissing you and smiling and promising that you never have to run again in your life. So you think it’s worth it.)

#criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner imagine #ssa hotchner #hotch #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #hotch imagine

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fallingfor-fics · 3 years

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Teachers Pet-chapter 23: patronus

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Chapter 22

a/n comment yalls thoughts on the story so far and what you think about the choice of patronus! My patronus is a boar and I hate it lol! Let me know what yalls patronuses are!

I began to turn around to head back, there was no way I'd go in there, it's called forbidden for a reason. I looked down at the map as I began to walk away and it started to disintegrate in my hands and crumpled up into ash. "What!? Come on!" I said as it blew out of my hand. "Ughhhh!" I said slapping my forehead, this is bullshit. I looked back at the forest and walked up to the edge of it again.

I squinted looking into it, "Lumos" I said, raising my wand and holding it up. I looked in trying to see as far as possible into it, but it was almost pitch black. I looked behind me at the castle and back to the forest, tapping my leg thinking about what to do, I mean what if someone's in trouble and they need my help. I crossed my arms over my chest and looked back once more, when I turned to look in the forest again I noticed a green footprint on the ground. I walked up closer to it and another illuminated after it, "No I shouldn't this is crazy '' I said looking at the footprint, the only sound I could hear was the wind in the trees. I walked a step closer and another set appeared after that. I mean if the person really didn't care if I came they wouldn't have done all this right? I cautiously stepped forward, now entering into the forest. I'd been in here before for Care of Magical Creatures, but it was daytime, and I was with a class and a teacher. I slowly began to follow the footprints holding up my wand and looking around in all directions for anything that may come at me. The footprints led me for a while taking turns and going over hills. I could barely see where I came in at this point and was growing more afraid by the minute. I looked around and didn't see anything except the trees and branches. I stopped for a moment and the footprints stopped as well, and noticed they would disappear behind me, I couldn't see the entrance anymore and started feeling very paranoid, my heart was beating faster and I started taking deep breaths to try and calm my nerves. I decided this was stupid and turned back to head out but heard a faint voice, I stopped for a moment and decided I'd seen too many scary movies, and continued walking. "Y/n" I stopped in my tracks and stiffened, I turned to where I'd just decided not to go and looked in the direction trying to figure out if I was just going crazy. I tucked my hair away from my face and slowly walked towards the voice, thinking maybe it was a teacher or friend trying to get my attention, I knew this probably wasn't the best choice, but I did it anyway. I walked back to where the footprints had been and they continued again. I looked at my watch. "How could it be almost two o'clock already?" I said as I tightened the grip on my wand and gingerly kept walking. I followed the footsteps for another fifteen minutes or so and eventually they stopped. I looked around to where I was, but I wasn't anywhere, it was just in a random spot of the forest, it looked the same as everywhere else. I tried to refrain from shaking, but it was cold, and I was terrified at this point, but i'd gone too far to not figure out why I was here. "Y/n" I looked in the direction I heard my name once more and stayed still for a moment. The voice was light, like a girls, and it seemed familiar but I wasn't sure if I'd heard it before. I looked in the direction still, debating what my next move was. "Y/n come here" my eyes grew wide as I realized, maybe I was dreaming? Or this was a weird trick the forest could do. "Connie?" I whispered as slowly walked towards where her voice was coming from. "Y/n come on follow me" I walked slower looking around me for any signs of immediate danger, my wand ready if I needed to protect myself. This was totally freaky, it had to be an illusion or something, but why would it happen out here? "Where are you?" I asked hoping she'd respond and give me a sense of where and why she was here. The twigs and leaves crunched under me as I continued forward, swallowing the lump in my throat and taking deep breaths.

"Here look isn't it amazing" she said a little bit closer to where I was. "What Connie? What is it?" I said afraid, I knew this wasn't her, but something in me was too afraid to doubt the voice. I saw a faint glowing green light and cautiously walked towards it, I walked up the slight hill and I looked down at a clearing, a bright green light glowing from the middle. I rest my hand on a tree for balance looking at the light. I looked around it and gasped when I saw her. It was my sister, she was a ghostly looking figure, fused of blue matter that was glowing, almost sparkling. I held my breath as I lowered my arm, I pinched myself as I stayed frozen, hoping maybe it was just a dream, but I knew this was happening. "Connie what are you doing here?" I said , voice shaking, not moving from my spot. "It's gorgeous isn't it?" She said not looking at me and just staring intently at the glowing light. I slowly walked down the hill closer to the scene. "Yeah, Connie how are you here?" I said, holding my wand tightly and eyeing her intently. "I can't seem to take my eyes off it." she said, still not looking at me. I looked down at the light, approaching it more and standing in front of it, the light standing in between us. "Constance." I said trying to get her attention, but her eyes didn't leave the light. I looked back down at it. What is this thing? I looked around us not seeing anyone or anything. "I could almost touch it" she said, bending down and slowly reaching her hand out. "No Connie don't!" I said not knowing what this thing would do. I grew afraid and stepped back as her fingers grew nearer and touched the strange glowing light. As soon as she did her figure slowly dissolved and broke into a million tiny glowing blue specs and flew away in the wind, I gasped and cupped my mouth watching everything happen. I looked at the light and it began to do the same, only when all the green lights floated away, it revealed a small singular black lotus flower, the center of it faintly glowing green. I looked around me and gripped my wand together, my knuckles growing white. I was holding back any tears, I couldn't be crying in a situation like this. I squatted down in front of the flower, observing it closely. I looked into the center and got drawn into it. I couldn't seem to look away. I raised my hand but tried to stop myself, I mean after what it did to her this couldn't be a safe little ordinary flower. I thought about how this had to be why I was led here though, I mean someone wanted me to find this little flower.

I tried to pull away but the force in me was stronger and pulled my hand towards it. I stared into it, its glow reflecting in my eyes. My fingers grew nearer and I touched the glowing light that came from the center, immediately the light left the flower and almost absorbed into my fingertips, I felt a shock run through my body as I watched it run up my arm and across my entire body, I shivered as it made its way through and closed my eyes as it washed through me, I stumbled and fell to the side on my back as the green light traveled along my skin and disappeared. I stayed laying on the ground, trying to get up, but could barely move. I looked at the flower, noticing it was no longer glowing and reached my arm out, I pulled it from the ground and held it in my hand. I didn't know what to do as I layed there, I thought about all the books I'd read and all the spells I'd learned. None seemed to be helpful in this moment and I thought for a second I may die from a stupid decision id made. I could barely turn my head or move my arms and legs, they felt tired and sore, stiff but limp. Like if I tried to stand they'd just give out. I layed there looking up at the stars, "Come on universe, what do I do?" I spoke out softly. I saw the constellation delphinus. The dolphin, I recalled the time my sister was learning the patronus spell and found out hers was a dolphin. I always thought of her when this constellation was out. That's it, my patronus! I had never fully successfully cast it out before, I never learned what mine was, but if I had any hope of getting out anytime soon, and not being eaten by wolves this was my chance. I set my wand down for a second and tucked the flower into my cardigan sleeve. I tried to muster up some energy and bent my leg up "Ohh fuck!" I shouted quietly as I heard it pop and I used it to push myself over to a tree that was next to me, I used my arm and slowly tried to push myself up to sit against it. "Shit shit shit" I said as I squeezed my eyes shut in pain and leaned my head back once I finally sat up. I let out a couple breaths from all the effort it took and grabbed my wand.

Ok you can do this, it's very simple, and you've seen many people do it before. I took a couple breaths and relaxed myself, trying to relax my mind and nerves as well. Connie and I had discussed what we thought my patronus might be. It wasn't a shock hers was a dolphin, she was sociable and friendly, she always thought mine might be a unicorn since she always thought I was special, but id just laugh and disagree, I was only special to her, she thought I was the best person ever im sure, she was very positive, so if anything hers would be a unicorn not mine, I always pictured mine as a cockroach, or something stupid, I could never imagine anything worthy enough for me. I was a bitch to put it simply, I was snarky to those I didn't like, and I was sarcastic and truthful to those I did like. I always pictured mine to be a panther maybe, or a fox. I guess there was only one way to find out. I looked down at my watch, it was almost 4 o'clock. I held my wand tight and winced as I lifted my arm. I relaxed my shoulders and thought about everything she had taught me. I set my intent, pointed my wand up and began to swirl my wand in a circle slowly I could see a little spurt of blue coming, but it looked like a firework that wasn't going to go off, I kept trying, closing my eyes and thinking about anything I could to encourage it. "Come on please" I said opening my eyes, the blue grew more and more consistent and I squeezed my wand tighter, I moved it faster and got ready, extracting more and more power through it. "Expecto Patronum" I yelled, it shot out some blue lights, but nothing happened. "No come one please you have to work" I lifted my wand again and pointed it to the sky. I swirled it around the blue light being stronger and I could feel the power of the spell increasing, I closed my eyes and thought of my sister, her smile when hers showed up, when her dolphin swam around us in her room, I then un intentionally thought of Severus, our lessons, his kind words, his smell, his eyes. I opened mine and yelled once more, "Expecto Patronum!" I screamed it out and out from the tip of my wand shot a bright blue light, I stared intently and a smile grew on my face, my eyes lighting up from the light, and light tears falling from my eyes, swooping down and around the trees was a beautiful magical creature, it wasn't a unicorn, but it was an Abraxan, it was a breed of winged horses, and it was beautiful, it swopped and landed down in front of me, the dirt on the ground kicking up into blue fog, I looked down at me and I looked in its eyes, it was my patronus, so it knew exactly what to do, with a strong gust of wind it flew up into the sky and over the trees out of sight. I laughed to myself so glad I was able to do it, and hoping it would get the help I needed. I relaxed against the tree and felt all my limbs go tired and numb, I was exhausted from using all that energy and felt myself drift off into sleep.

#snape imagine #severusnape #professor snape #snape #severus snape #severusimagine #severus x reader #severus snape x reader #Snape slowburn #slytherin #hogwarts

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yeongwvnhi · 3 years

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》만나다《

Supernatural creatures AU

Taglist (send an ask if you want to be added): @twancingyunhoe @vickylamore @glxwingstar @se0--0ho @seohospepe

Genre: angst!!, fluff, suggestive

Rating: 16+

General Warnings: Supernatural creatures (vampires, werewolves etc), blood, violence, weapons, language, death, poisoning and just dark themes in general.

Chapter Specific Warnings: mentions of a funeral and a mortuary,talking about death, blood and talking about internal bleeding, needles, refusing to eat (mentioned once), talking about cause and time of death (mentioned once), mentions of a lack of anatomical activity, lots of crying lol

Pairing: ONEUS x fem reader 》 choose your ending

Synopsis: somehow you came back to life just about a day after dying, scaring the poor guys who work at the mortuary one late night as you flee, not knowing where to go before they found you.

Word count: 3k [thanks to @moongaera for beta-reading <3]

–> for reference: Y/N - Your Name,, N/N - Nickname

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"Hyung, stop thinking about what could have been" Leedo interrupts the sorcerer's train of thoughts. "I know what you're thinking and it's not your fault. No one is mad at you for failing. You tried your best"

Seoho remains silent and Leedo sighs, the two of them making their way back to their residence.

"Oh you're ba- What happened?!" The owner of the house greets them first, almost losing it at the smell of blood and the way the two men's hands are covered in the now dark red/brown-ish substance.

"Seoho Hyung was asked to try and save someone, but turns out the poor girl got so heavily poisoned he was powerless" Leedo explains. "I'll explain to you in a bit, we're just gonna go and wash up"

The man just nods and watches the two of them walk away with pity swimming in his eyes. He knows how much it hurts his friend to not be able to help someone who so desperately needs it.

—

"Hwanseok.." your mother speaks and puts her hands on your father's shoulders. "We should… organize Y/N's funeral"

Yongjun hasn't come out of his room again after Haeryeong explained to him that you, his older sister he looked up to, has died.

Your father just nods, knowing he has to let go.

So about an hour later a van from the city's mortuary came and got your body. Your parents filled out all the papers regarding your burial and watched as the workers drove away.

—

Everything was pitch black and so… cold. But not the kind of cold that made you shiver, no, that type of cold that keeps you cool but at just the right temperature. It's hard to describe, yet you found comfort in it.

It's like you're dreaming of nothing but that nothing was still something.

And you felt heavy. So damn heavy that you can't move a muscle, it's like you're paralyzed.

The only thing that indicates you're still somehow awake were the distant voices. You couldn't differentiate them except for one deep voice.

After that, you kinda flaked out and now you were just confused. What was happening? and why couldn't you wake up or anything? Because it felt like an eternity.

—

"J-Junghwa please tell us you're pulling a sick prank on us right now" a close friend of yours says with a shaky voice.

"Yeah! No way- No way did that happen!" Hae-in also says, tears welling up in her eyes. "You were with her, what happened?!"

Junghwa rubs his face and looks at the three girls in front of him. "I'm telling the truth - I swear I am! I had to get the Necromancer but even his efforts were in vain. She died and her parents probably already had someone pick her up…"

Hae-in breaks out in tears, sobbing into her hands before Yura takes her into her arms, also silently crying.

"This feels so unreal" Hana says, trying hard to not break down as well.

"I know… I'll miss her so much" Junghwa says, eyes getting glassy. "I just… thought I'd let you guys know.."

Yura and Hana nod at him while Hae-in continues sobbing into Yura's shoulder.

Junghwa turns around and wipes his eyes, making his way back home.

—

"Seoho, how do you feel today?"

"Numb"

"You have to eat" He says, pushing the plate of toast towards him. "Woong is going to short-circuit when he realizes you are not eating the breakfast he prepared for you"

"But I don't feel like eating, Hyung" The sorcerer fights back, hands going up to hold onto his head. "I just failed a very influential and nice man! I couldn't save his daughter because I didn't see what poisoned her!"

The older one frowns and sits down next to his friend, taking his hands and looking him in the eye. "Listen Seoho, this is not your fault. Everyone makes mistakes and it does not help you one bit if you dwell on them. Instead, take them as a lesson for what you can do better next time. There is always a chance for you to prove yourself and this was not the last one, okay?"

The sorcerer feels tears building up in his eyes at his Hyung's words and nods quietly, afraid his voice will break if he speaks.

The older one gently guides Seoho's head to his shoulder and lets him cry it out. He understands the pain his younger friend feels almost too well.

The younger one of the two quickly composes himself and wipes away his tears. "Thank you H-Hyung"

Said man just smiles gently and pats his shoulder. "It's okay"

"Seo-ie Hyung~ did you eat your food?"

"Ah shit, here we go…"

—

You could feel your senses coming back to you one by one, hearing being the first.

"Cause of death?"

"Spirit-Iron and Vampire-Root poisoning and rapid internal bleeding"

"Time and date of death?"

"4:37pm, January 25th 2920"

"Name and age?"

"L/N Y/N, 23"

"Species?"

"W-"

The two men got interrupted by a loud banging noise.

"Ah shit, what did the intern do this time again"

"We should check it out, it's not like she's going anywhere"

"You're right, let's go"

That's when you opened your eyes, sterile white light shining down on you as you sat up.

To your surprise you were still in your clothes which were soaked in blood, but luckily not sticking to you anymore. You sat up and your feet met the ground.

You tiptoe around the examination table and towards the door, carefully peeking around before navigating your way through the building with the help of signs hung up.

"HOLY FUCK!!" you hear one of the two men scream. "THE CORPSE IS GONE! WHAT THE FUCK!!"

You were surprised you weren't panicking, but that was a problem for later as you sprinted outside and into the forest which was near the mortuary, not paying attention to your surroundings.

—

"What?" Your father's voice sounded through the living room and your Mother peered up. "What do you mean 'her corpse is gone'???"

Haeryeong could feel the feeling of dread creep up inside of her as she listened to what Hwanseok was saying.

"Oh god" he mumbles. "N-No I don't think you should try and find her body- I'll take care of it. Yeah goodbye"

"What the hell happened?" Haeryeong asks, eyes wide.

"The mortuary called and said Y/N's body is gone" Hwanseok explains, "this must be some sick joke"

"Do you think the Necromancer has something to do with it?"

"As much as I want to believe he's not at fault, he's the only one who's capable of such thing"

"What do you plan to do, Hwanseok?" Haeryeong asks, eyebrows furrowed in worry.

"I'm going to pay him a little visit tomorrow"

—

You finally stopped running when you felt like you were far enough into the woods, sitting down against a tree.

That's when you started noticing the details.

No breathing, no racing heartbeat or pulse, no sense of fear or threat.

What the hell was going on? Weren't you just on your way home from that frat party with Junghwa? Your drink tasted weird and everything was spinning until it just went black.

Did someone put a weird potion into your drink?

You don't know for how long you've been sitting there, but it somehow felt like an eternity and it dawned on you that you were most probably dead.

The lack of a heartbeat and breathing was worrying and so fucking confusing, if your body would still be able to you would've totally panicked. Yet here you were, sitting totally calm against the bark of a tree, trying to grasp the situation.

It was just so illogical how your brain is still working but your heart doesn't beat. It defies all the knowledge of the body's anatomy and it drives you wild.

Slowly getting up again you try and see where you can go, but everything is just so dark and you can't see past the thick trees and small rays of light the moon provides, but you heard what felt like every little noise.

And then the crunching of leaves and twigs snapping got your attention, head whipping around to look towards where the noise was coming from.

You were on high alert as you kept your eyes on the spot.

"Are you lost?" A male voice asks you, but you remain silent and press yourself against the tree. "Hey don't be scared"

You hold your tongue at the snarky reply that was about to slip out when the man steps forward onto a spot illuminated by the moonlight.

"Who are you?" You ask, getting ready to defend yourself.

"I-" the guy stumbles over his words, probably not having expected this question, "I'm Seoho, the Necromancer"

That's when you notice the black outline of the Spellmark around his left eye, a stark contrast to his light skin.

You take a tentative step forward, more into the moonlight and you see the man's eyes widen. "No- No this can't be real"

Furrowing your brows and tilting your head you ask him, "what can't be real? Do I know you?"

He sinks to his knees in what looks like shock and you go closer, squatting down in front of him. "Hey what's wrong?"

Seoho looks almost mortified as his eyes meet yours. "I-I watched you die just a few hours ago! There w-was so much blood!"

A confused pout forms on your lips as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "That explains a lot…" You mumble, "I woke up in this mortuary and ran into the forest without knowing where to go"

Your little explanation seems to have stirred something in the guy as a sob wrecks his body and you don't know what to do with yourself right then and there. "Hey- please don't cry!"

He laughs dryly and wipes his eyes. "I'm sorry this is just- overwhelming"

"But aren't you used to seeing dead people come back to life?" You ask.

To your surprise Seoho shakes his head. "That's what everyone thinks, you know?" He sniffs a little and regains his composure. "But I have only ever revived one person"

"Oh"

"Yeah so… it's kind of new to me" He says, "and I actually didn't revive you, Y/N"

"What? Hold up- what?" You're taken aback by his statement and look into his eyes, disregarding the fact that he knows your name. "What do you mean? Are you saying I came back to life by myself??"

He runs a hand through his black hair, exposing his forehead briefly before answering you. "It looks like you did, yeah. I don't know how that's possible but-"

"Hyung, where did you run off to?!" Someone yells from a distance away and you see the man tense.

"You should go back to your friend, I'm sure he's worried" you suggest and stand up. "I think I'll go back home-"

"No!" Seoho frantically exclaims and you give him a surprised look. "I mean- don't go home! I should check up on you first!"

Playing with your fingers, you think about it for a second before the new voice calls out again.

"Seo-ie Hyung~" he chimes. "Where are you~"

The sorcerer gives you a pleading look as he also rises back onto his feet, his taller figure slightly towering over you.

"Fine" you give in and a smile breaks out on his face, a cute eye smile hiding his eyes in a crescent moon shape.

"Hyungie I found you!" The voice exclaims from behind Seoho and quick footsteps approach you two as the guy jumps onto the older one's back. "Ohhh who's that?"

The guy is shorter than Seoho and his hair a bright pink, his eyes flashing yellow for a second as he curiously blinks at you.

"Uh.. hi?" You awkwardly greet and wave your hand at him.

He hops down from Seoho's back and approaches you, circling around your figure. "How would you never want to die?"

The question catches you off guard and you furrow your brows while watching his movements. "I guess being burnt alive sounds pretty gruesome"

He starts laughing hysterically only to stop after a few seconds. "I see~" he says and stands in front of you, holding out his hand for you to shake while Seoho watches you two closely. "I'm Hwanwoong! What about you?"

You take his hand cautiously and shake it, his strong grip startling you slightly, not having expected someone of his size to be so strong. But then again; never judge a book by its cover. "I'm Y/N"

"Your hand is awfully cold, N/N-ie" He comments. "Are you sick?"

"Uhm-"

"Woongie, that's enough" Seoho finally steps in, "we should head back, yeah?"

Hwanwoong releases his grip on your hand and nods with a big smile. "Should I hurry back first and tell Grumpy Hyung about your guest?"

You hold back a laugh at what he called his older friend.

"Yeah, do that" Seoho nods and cracks a smile. "But don't call him Grumpy, you know he hates that"

"That's why he is grumpy hyung! But okay, I'm going~" Hwanwoong giggles like a child and starts running away.

"I'm sorry for this… weird encounter" The sorcerer turns to you with a sheepish smile. "You know how shapeshifters are"

"It's fine don't worry" you wave it off, "he's actually quite alright"

Seoho snorts at what you said and clears his throat. "Just wait until he has a fit… then he's not so alright anymore"

"Wh-"

"We should go now"

You bite back the question you were going to ask and opt for just nodding as you follow beside him, navigating through the woods.

—

"Are we there soon? It feels like we've been walking for days" You complain and Seoho chuckles.

"Don't worry we'll be there in 2 more minutes, Y/N"

Then you suddenly realized that he knew your name before you even told him or his friend.

"Wait.. you knew my name before"

"Did you forget what I said? About watching you die under my hands?"

"No.."

"Your father had someone get me"

You remain silent, since it made perfect sense now.

Seoho leads the way through a particular dark part of the forest before a giant building comes into view.

"That's it" He says and looks at you.

"Woah" You comment in astonishment and meet his gaze. "This is where you live?"

The sorcerer gives you a proud smile and nods. "Yup. I live here with five other friends. They're my family"

A soft smile also reaches your face.

"Ohh Seo-ie Hyung is back!" Hwanwoong's voice is loud as he practically yells that.

Both Seoho and you turn your gazes to the front door, Hwanwoong's bright pink hair standing out against the dark interior, a taller man in a red suit standing next to him.

Seoho takes a hold of your wrist and drags you towards them. "Hey Hyung" he greets the taller one. "Did Woongie tell you?"

"Yeah" the guy nods, his attention then on you. "May I ask for your name?"

He speaks very… formal, detached even, you notice. "I'm L/N Y/N"

The man gives you a tight smile. "You can call me Ravn for now. Nice to make your acquaintance"

"Ah, me too" you awkwardly bow a bit, making a chuckle erupt from the tall guy.

"Let's head inside" Seoho speaks up again and enters with you first up, practically shoving you inside before the other two follow close behind.

He shows you into a hospital-like room and makes you sit down on one of the four beds. "I'll be right back okay? I just need to get my assistant"

"Alright" you nod and watch him leave, closing the door behind him so you decide on just looking around the room.

It looks pretty sterile, IV-Bags next to every bed but without fluid, monitors of all kinds and also a sink next to the door. It looks like they took lots of instruments from a hospital room.

You don't remember where you heard it, but you're pretty sure someone once told you that the Necromancer's healing abilities were pretty weak, so he had to rely a lot on potions and normal things like they are in here.

Just when you finished your thought, the door opened again.

"No way" a green haired man says and looks at you, calmly sitting on the bed while Seoho closes the door behind them. "You- How?"

"I told you, I don't know. That's why I got you to help me check her up"

The two guys go and grab some stuff from around the room and put it on the table next to the bed you're sitting on.

"Hey uhm" you speak up, "I heard you're not that good with healing stuff"

A pang of hurt flashes across his face for a second after your comment.

"Ah! I'm not making fun of you! It's just that-" with frantic hand motions you try to explain yourself, "I'm one of the best healers in this land so maybe I could help you out..?"

The hurt in his face immediately gets replaced with relief and he exchanges glances with his companion. "I mean, I don't see why not" Seoho bashfully smiles at you. "It would mean a lot to me"

You smile back at him. "Okay we can talk about that later, right? What kind of stuff do you need to check?"

"Well first of all we need to check your blood" the green haired guy starts explaining, "then we need to check your vitals and brain activity and lastly abilities"

"No physical tests or anything?" You ask and raise a brow.

"What Leedo forgot to say" Seoho now answers, "is that yes, we will do physical tests, but they come after the stuff he listed"

"Ohh I see" you nod in understanding.

Seoho goes to grab a syringe and you watch him closely. "I hope you're not afraid of needles"

"Actually I am" you reply, bending back a bit to get away from the instrument. "I've always hated them"

A frown pulls on the sorcerer's lips. "I'm sorry. We do need a bit of your blood though…"

You fight yourself for a few seconds before giving in. "Please make it quick" and the man nods, patting your knee briefly.

#yuki writes #kwritersworldnet #oneuswewriters #oneus #oneus angst #tw funeral #tw mortuary #tw blood #tw needles #tw ed mention #내꺼 하자 #yeongwvnhi.txt

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jiminiessipabo · 4 years

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Lil’ Bun (M)

Pairing: Easter Bunny!Jungkook x reader Word Count: 5.2k Genre: fantasy, smut, mild violence, language Warnings/rating: explicit, smut, language, mild violence Summary: You helped a lonely bunny find his place in this new world. A/N: I’m starting out with smut, I’ll probably come back to this months later and re-write it. Sorry if it’s shit, bruh.

You couldn’t believe your luck. You were one of the six ‘parents’ that we're watching the Easter egg hunt that was happening today. You didn’t have a child yourself, but your nephew was in the group and your sister couldn’t get out of work to join the hunt, so you happily volunteered. You didn’t mind, your day was free and it was for your nephew. He was currently off gallivanting with his friends, so you were left to wonder around the park by yourself.

It was a place that was equivalent to a garden centre, with beautiful rosebushes lining the path and a fountain at the end. You had strayed off to go into the trees whilst helping to look for eggs yourself to whom you would donate to one of the children if you found any. You were also keeping an eye out for one for your nephew.

You were in the middle of admiring the Cherry Blossom trees when you heard a scuffling noise. You turned, trying to pinpoint where you could hear the peculiar noise but it suddenly stopped, so you carried on looking at the tree, wishing you had brought your camera along with you to take snapshots of the wonderful sights. You supposed a normal phone camera would have to do. Then the scuffling appeared again, this time it sounded closer to you.

You tutted and walked around the tree, trying to find the noise but every time you thought you had got close to it, it would stop and reappear in another location. Then something else peculiar happened, an egg dropped from behind a tree. It was a brightly coloured egg with pretty patterns on it, fine stripes and careful stars etched into it. You smiled to yourself as you retrieved it, eager to get an egg for your nephew.

You heard the noise again and looked up only to see another bright egg, a mere distance away from you, so you popped the one in your hand into your bag and went to retrieve that one. Just as you squatted down to grab it you heard a sniffle and glanced up only to see the tips of two brown ears disappear behind the pine bushes. You cocked an eyebrow. “Didn’t know there would be dressed up people here today,” you said to yourself as you packed away the second egg.

You moved on from your spot, hearing the warning bell for lunchtime for the children. You left the beautiful garden area and made your way to the small field where you could see the children gathering around the park benches.

Just as you left the tree line, however, you heard that familiar scuffle from behind you before a jingling noise followed after. It sounded as though an animal was sniffing heavily for something, almost like a dog scenting. You frowned and turned back to the tree line and went searching for the noise knowing it would bug you if you didn’t find out what it was.

One of your hands grabbed on to your shoulder bag whilst the other moved the branches out of your way. You tried to be quiet in your footsteps as to not alert the animal, or maybe it really was someone with heavy breathing. It was most likely an animal though, you thought to yourself.

You pushed past the last bush and stopped short, your foot even stopping mid-air. Stood in front of you was perhaps the most beautiful man you had ever come across. The way he stood showed off his powerful legs, his back was straight, broad at the shoulders and a narrow waist, you were almost jealous of how tiny his waist was. What perplexed you though was what he was wearing, the brown perked ears that sat on top of his head and his cute fluffy tail with knee-length tan dungarees on and a white top on underneath.

You slowly lowered your foot but it crunched a twig causing the boy to turn around, his eyes wide with fright and his lips opened with a gasp. His ears shot up before they were pinned back against his head. He stepped back a few steps, his back now against the tree behind him.

“Hey, don’t be scared,” you uttered softly, holding your hands up, your palms face towards him. “I won’t hurt you, I promise.” You stepped forward one step, watching him as he tensed further, though his ears were now resting normally, though they would twitch every time you spoke or moved. “I’m Y/N, I’m here with the Easter egg hunt, what about you?”

He didn’t answer you, so you tried a different tactic. “I noticed you dropped these,” you said, holding out the brightly coloured eggs. You held them out to him as a peace offering but he didn’t move a muscle. “You really don’t need to be afraid of me, I promise,” you said, tilting your head. You continued to smile at him, watching as those peculiar, life-like ears perked back up again slowly, his tense shoulders relaxing.

“Th-thank you,” he stuttered out, his voice shy of a whisper. He took the eggs from your hands gently, his own hands slightly shaking. You must have really scared him, you felt guilty for inflicting fear on him, even unknowingly. He gulped and stared at you, his nose twitching. “Y-you smell nice,” he said.

You grinned, blushing slightly. “Thank you, I run a soap shop, so I constantly smell of different things,” you giggled and were pleased to see him smiling back at you. You caught a flash of his bunny teeth before they disappeared again. “You have a pretty smile,” you said and stepped closer but stopped when he jumped slightly, his eyes widening again. “Hey, I told you, I’m no one to fear,” you whispered and stepped forwards again, though this time he did not flinch.

“I-I’m sorry,” the boy whispered, looking down at his heavy booted feet bashfully. He couldn’t hold back his flinch when he saw her dainty feet step in his view and quickly glanced up to see her now a breath away. He gulped, not daring to move, even as she lifted a hand up to his head.

“Are those real??” You gasped, your hand making contact with the soft appendages. You ran your fingers up and down, looking up at them in wonder. You squealed when you felt a strong grip on your wrist and looked up to see the boy frowning at you, his nose slightly raised in your direction. You stayed still as he sniffed you, his nose running from your cheek and down your neck before moving across your chest.

The grip on your wrist loosened and you pulled it free, your hand automatically moving to his face. Your hand curved around his cherub cheeks, thumb brushing over the spread of red that flushed the apples of his cheeks. “You’re so adorable,” you whispered to the stranger.

He backed away from you, blinking away his embarrassment before stuffing the eggs you gave him into his bag. He gave one last sniff before he ran away, almost a jump in his step. You watched with wide eyes until he disappeared from your sight. “Beautiful,” you whispered before turning back to where your group was gathering for lunch. Guess that eggs weren’t meant to be your nephews after all.

It was two weeks later; you had just come from visiting your sister and dropping your nephew off at home from sleeping at your house for the weekend. You were on your way home, past your local woods when you heard cheers and whistling from the forest line followed by grunts and whimpers.

“Freak, you’re a freak of nature, I ought to rip those things right from your head, you furry cunt,” you heard a voice shout in a nasty tone. You gasped and rushed in, breaking through the trees only to find five men all around a campfire with – with the man you had met on the Easter trail hunt. Your eyes widened, meeting the poor bunny’s own fearful gaze. “Who the fuck are you?” One of the men said when he spotted you.

You frowned. “I’m his friend and I’m calling the police on you,” you said, rushing to get your phone from your shoulder bag and before you could dial the number the men scrambled, shouting at each other to hurry. You huffed and put your phone away before hurrying over to the brunet. You crouched beside him, holding your hand out to alert him you were near. “Are you okay?”

The boy looked up at you with tears in his eyes, his mouth round in shock. “Th-thank you for saving me,” he stuttered out, sniffing in the air slightly before pushing himself up to his feet, you following him up. “I-“ He stopped speaking.

You smiled. “It’s okay, there’s nothing to be scared of when I’m around. I’m Y/N, remember, are you going to tell me your name this time?” You asked, holding your hand out towards him. You grinned when he took hold of your hand, his own exceptionally softer and larger than your own.

“Jungkook,” he muttered, quickly releasing you before looking down at his feet, scuffing the tip of his timber boots. You noticed he was in the same get-up as last time and furrowed your eyebrows.

“Where do you live?” You asked, looking back up at his face only to see him staring intently at you with concentration on his face. You tilted your head at him, waiting for him to come around. You smiled when he blushed furiously looking away.

“Uh, I’m from another country,” he said, biting his bottom lip. He looked as though he wanted to run far away from you at that moment, but you wouldn’t let him. You grabbed hold of his wrist to stop him from bolting off again.

“Do you have a place to stay or any clothes to change into?” You asked, trying not to seem rude or standoffish. You noticed his hesitance to answer and huffed. “You can stay with me, I have a few clothes that would fit you and you can have a decent shower and sleep. This is the second time I’ve come across you being lost in the woods, it’s not a good place to stay,” you rambled off, subconsciously pulling him behind you as you walked back onto the lit-up streets.

Jungkook did nothing but stare in awe at you, letting him be dragged off by you, a stranger. He never spoke a word the entire walk to your house, he just quietly walked by your side, his wrist still in your grip but it had softened when you noticed he wouldn’t escape.

It wasn’t that you were holding him captive, if he really didn’t want to come with you then you would let him leave, after supplying him with food and making sure he was safe of course. But with a face like his, no matter how tall and exercised he may seem, he would be eaten right up on the streets. You couldn’t live with yourself if you heard that this little bunny boy had an accident; it would break your heart.

You unlocked the door and urged him in, locking it up straight after before turning to him. He looked so big stood in your small corridor, he was slightly shaking and his ears were pinned back on his head, his eyes darting all around him before settling on you. You smiled gently at him and told him to remove his shoes.

You lead him to the living room where you told him to sit on the sofa. “Make yourself as comfy as possible Jungkook, this is your home for the night too,” you told him, before disappearing into another room.

Jungkook was left to his own devices, his hands resting on his thighs as he sat stiffly on the sofa, looking around the living room. He could tell you were genuinely a caring soul, with a heart of gold, just by the things that were in your room. Pictures hung on walls and shelves; the room was covered in white, pink and blue, all soft colours. He could spot some drawings that were clearly made by a child, but he did not smell any children in the house except for a faint smell that was almost stale.

He felt himself sink more into the soft sofa, the smell surrounding was quite comforting and he forgot about his problems for a moment, instead of choosing to relax in the warm home. Before long, he could hear you approaching and you appeared through the same door you left through with a bundle of clothing in your arms.

You smiled at him and placed the folded clothes on the sofa next to him. “I bought these from charity stores for lazy days, they’re huge on me so I assume they should fit you perfectly,” you said to him, unfolding the t-shirt first and holding it up. “You want to try them on first? I can get you something else if you don’t like them,” you asked but he quickly shook his head. “Oh, okay. I can show you to the shower now if you want?”

Jungkook stiffly nodded his head and stood up, taking the shirt from your hands and the rest of the folded clothes from the sofa. You nodded and walked in front of him, quietly pointing out what’s behind some of the doors; your bedroom, the second bedroom, the toilet downstairs and then the bathroom. “You can work the shower, right?” You asked, curiously looking up at his ears again.

They twitched under your clear scrutiny and the bunny nodded, twitching his nose as he took in the new smells. You watched him in wonder as he looked around the room. Your eyes trailing up and down him; big feet, strong legs, a cute little fuzzy tail, a lithe body and those adorable ears that sat on top of his head. “Are you really a-“, you cut yourself off and looked away.

“Yes.” You looked back and saw Jungkook staring down at the ground, his ears drooping down next to his head. “I’m not meant to be here,” he whispered.

You tilted your head, your hands coming to take his, making him drop the clothes. You lead him to sit on the toilet lid, choosing to kneel on the floor in front of him so you could look up at his face. “Talk to me Jungkook, I can try to help you,” you told him softly, squeezing his hands.

Jungkook’s wide eyes stared at your intertwined hands. They were trembling in your grasp and he squeezed yours as if to stop them. He looked into your eyes. “I’m-I don’t know how to explain this without you laughing at me,” he uttered in a small voice.

You tutted jokingly and said, “I would never laugh at you Jungkook, I know you’re different, I know you’re special.” You giggled at the spark of joy that flashed in his round eyes. “Tell me,” you urged.

“I’m next in line to be the Easter Bunny of Easter Island,” he blurted out and clenched his eyes as if waiting for the laughter, but it never came. True to your word, you didn’t laugh, instead, you sat with your eyes and mouth wide open, not expecting that to be the words that would come from him. “Y/N, are you okay?” He asked, shaking your hands.

You blinked and closed your mouth. “I thought crazy cannibals lived on Easter Island,” you muttered under your breath, but he heard clearly and to your surprised, giggled.

“That’s just a myth that people thought about the locals and we haven’t corrected people so they stay away, we still get a few visitors but we hide well,” he spoke more confidently before, his back straightening. “My father is the current Easter Bunny but now he is getting older. This Easter was his last one and he took me with him to train me but the Boogeyman separated us, I don’t know what to do.” By the end of his explanation, he was back to shaking, with tears in his eyes.

Without hesitance you swooped up and cuddled him close to you, stroking his soft hair and shushing him. “Your father is the Easter Bunny, I know for a fact he is okay and is probably worried about you,” you told him. “You can stay here as long as it takes for you to find him again, or him to find you.”

Jungkook pulled away, the redness around his eyes and nose making him look so much cuter. “You promise?” He asked and smiled, bunny teeth showing as he pulled you into another hug when you nodded. “Thank you so much, Y/N,” he whispered against your chest.

You smiled and stroked his hair one last time before pulling away. “Now, Mr Bunny, you need a shower,” you said and left him alone in the bathroom, glad to see he was less shy.

When Jungkook came downstairs into the kitchen, you were cooking a stir fry, humming happily to the song that was playing on the small radio in the corner of the kitchen. He padded across the room, his bare feet barely making a noise on the tiled floor, and stood next to you, watching with mild interest. You cast him a glance and moved slightly to allow him to watch what you were doing.

“Have you been among us guys before?” You casually asked, before scrunching your face up at the wording. “I mean have you stayed around humans for this long before?” You asked again.

Jungkook smiled regardless of your words and shook his head. “We lead quiet lives, for the most part, we work to get all the eggs together, listening to what children want for Easter and we farm a lot. We don’t really have gadgets like TV’s or even phones, we still stick to pagers and magic portals,” he explained in his soft voice.

“Shut the front door, what?” You exclaimed, “there are magic portals?” You asked, throwing your spatula around as you waved your arms around in shock. You shook your head in disbelief when confirmed. “Wow, how are we so ignorant of the magic out there?” You muttered under your breath.

Jungkook sat at the table where a knife and fork were laid out on each side, with a drink of water by them. He liked the homely feel to your house, he felt at ease, safer than he had on the streets. You turned to him, with the pan in your hand and dished out the food, walking over to the table with both plates in your hand and a bright smile on your face.

“So, is there anything else I should know about my guest? Food and drinks? Bed preferences?” You asked during the meal. When you looked up at the lack of reply you saw Jungkook blushing and looking down at his plate almost bashfully.

“I don’t want to overstep my welcome, more than I should really. I’m happy to just sleep on the sofa for the meantime, it’s no problem really,” said Jungkook before spooning some of the stir-fry into his mouth. He carefully evaded your gaze, choosing to instead stare at his plate.

You weren’t convinced. “Jungkook, it’s okay to stay in the guest bedroom. I don’t really have many visitors that stay the night so it mostly goes unused,” you said with a smile. He was so precious. You reached over and placed your hands on top of his and squeezed ever so gently. “You can stay here for as long as you like, bunny,” you said with a wink before moving back to your food.

Jungkook smiled down at his food and joined you in eating. It was the best meal he’d had in his life. The cooks at Easter Island were good enough, but they were no master chefs, he just learned to appreciate that they would even cook for him. But he could tell this was made with love and no obligation. He felt cared for.

By the time it came for them to go to bed, just short of eleven pm, Jungkook was tired and ready to sleep. You giggled every time his head would jerk up as if he was jerking himself awake. You were watching Cars 2, something light-hearted and fun after the night you both had, especially Jungkook.

“Okay, so, this is the guest bedroom,” you said as you opened the door at the end of the hallway. You flicked the light on and beckoned him into the room with you. You walked to the bedside and switched on the lamp and turned to Jungkook, who was still pottering around the doorway, fingers fumbling with his shirt. “Please, treat this as your own room, my nephew has his own room next door to mine, so this one is always free for others,” you said.

Jungkook finally stepped into the room, looking around with wide eyes before smiling shyly at you. “It’s all amazing, Y/N, thank you so much,” he said whilst bowing quickly. He watched with a smile as you said night and closed the door behind you before he turned to the already made bed. He sat on the edge of it and looked around before fishing the portal gem from his pocket. He looked at it, running his finger over it.

He wasn’t lying when he said he had lost his father, but Jungkook knew that if his father hadn’t reached him by now then that meant the Boogeyman has him and it was too dangerous for him to return back to Easter Island for now. He didn’t want to get you involved, but he believed in fate, and he knew you two were destined to meet, so for now, he would stay and protect you.

He laid back in bed, his hands clasped together on his stomach. He laid there for a good few hours but he couldn’t sleep, he felt as though he should be by you, ready to protect you from the Boogeyman. With that thought in mind, Jungkook quickly got up from the bed and made his way out of the guest room using his nose to track your scent. He knew which bedroom was yours straight away and couldn’t help but stand outside of it, he could hear your light snores, the rustling of the sheets telling him that you had just rolled over.

Jungkook was shaking with nerves as he carefully opened your door and peered into your room. He laid his eyes on your sleeping form and smiled softly, walking further into the room. He carefully shut the door and was once again shrouded in darkness. His large feet padded to the side of your bed and he glanced over your half-naked body. Your hand tucked under head, the other laid on your bare stomach. He pursed his lips as your tank top bunch under your breasts, your knickers hanging low on your hips. He could feel himself lose himself in your presence, slowly by the minute. He carefully climbed onto the bed, his nose twitching as you grunted in your sleep, your legs parting allowing an alluring scent to dampen the air.

Jungkook almost growled out loud, grinding his teeth in appreciation at the scent. He crawled up to you and laid quietly by your side, staring at your peaceful face as you slept. He froze when you turned on to your side, blinking as you did.

You stared at him for a second, confused as to why he was in bed with you. “Jungkook? Are you ok?” You asked, sleep still evident in your voice. You grabbed the end of your duvet and threw it over yourself and him.

Jungkook gulped and nodded. “Just lonely, and scared,” he added as an afterthought. He was surprised when you threw an arm over his waist, scooting closer in the double bed to rest your head on his shoulder. “Thank you,” he whispered, closing his eyes with a smile on his face.

Together, you both fell asleep.

Jungkook groaned and stretched his limbs out before freezing up. He opened his eyes and glanced down at his stomach where he saw your hand lightly tracing over his abs. He looked over at you and saw that you were still fast asleep, snores tumbling from your mouth. He inhaled and moved your hand from his stomach, stumbling out of the bed and out of your room where he crashed into the bathroom and took a few deep breaths. “Not now,” he groaned and looked down at his erection.

He palmed himself, staring at his reflection before clenching his eyes shut, his head tilting back. He unhooked his dungarees, letting them drop to the floor and slipped his hand under the waistband of his underwear and cupped his erection. He glided his hand up and down, relieving himself. He couldn’t help the whimper that left his mouth. With his other hand, he gripped the edge of the counter, leaning heavily onto it as he pumped his hard-on quicker and quicker, thrusting his hips faster. He could feel the knot in his stomach tightening and moved his hand quicker until spurts of cum landed on the counter and in the sink.

“Fuck,” he muttered, quickly, grabbing some toilet paper and cleaned up the mess. He ran the sink whilst tucking himself back into his underwear, hooking his dungarees back up. He quickly washed his hands and face, looking at himself in the mirror before leaving the bathroom again.

The next few days were painful for him, although he always ended up cuddling up to you in your bed. Every morning he would wake up with a raging boner and you were none the wiser. You would wake up shortly after him, cook breakfast and then talk more about his home, his father, his friends and everything else about his world. On the second day, you had also taken him shopping for a change of clothes and bedwear so he wasn’t sleeping and walking around in the same clothes every day.

He felt guilty, you were so kind to him, but he kept tainting your image at night in his dreams and every morning in the bathroom when he would think of your innocent face.

That night, after a filling meal and a nice movie, you both went to get changed for bed. “You can have the bathroom first,” said Jungkook and you smiled and nodded, grabbing your pyjamas and ran to the bathroom. Jungkook decided to change in your room. He was on the last button of his pyjama shirt when you walked back in.

“Good night, Jungkook,” you whispered when you were both in bed. He whispered it back and not long after you were both asleep.

You smacked your lips as you blinked. It was still in the middle of the night, but something had woken you up. You could feel your bed shake ever so slightly, and the body next to you was boiling hot. You looked over at Jungkook and noticed that his face was scrunched up, his perfect little bunny teeth on show. You trailed your eyes down him, following the lines of perspiration on his thick neck down his body and to where the covers were lightly resting on his hips. Your eyes widened as you saw his hips shifting upwards and couldn’t help yourself from tugging the quilt cover down. Your eyes widened further at the very prominent bulge. You looked back up at his face and saw him biting his lips, his eyes clenched shut as he tossed his head from side to side, little whimpers escaping from the back of the seat.

You sat up and moved closer so your knees were touching his side. Gently you placed a hand over his bulge and squeezed causing a groan to come from him. You glanced up at his face and it almost looked like he was in pain. You ran your tongue over your bottom lip, feeling yourself become wet at his obvious arousal. You carefully pulled down his pyjama bottoms and gasped when his dick was freed, standing tall with the tip bright pink and already leaking precum. You wrapped your hand around his shaft and moved it up and down.

When you next glanced up at his face you saw him squinting down at you, his hand coming to tangle in your already messy hair. You smiled at him, pumping his cock faster before you dipped your head down, wrapping your lips are his plump head, gently sucking his tip. You moaned at the taste of delicious precum and took him further into your mouth, the hand in your hair tightening.

“Oh, that feels so good,” he whimpered, thrusting his hips up into your face. He had never had a blowjob before, all the rabbit shifters on Easter Island had large bunny teeth like himself. You choked when his cock hit the back of your throat. “I’m gonna cum,” he confessed and as quick as his release snuck upon him, it soon disappeared along with your mouth and hands. He looked up at you, panicked; worried that he had said the wrong thing.

Much to his pleasure, you were stripping your top off and soon throwing a leg over his waist. You gently rubbed your clothed clit over his hard cock, loving the pressure that was placed against it. Your nails were tracing over his stomach, tracing the lines of his abs before pinching one of his nipples. “Good bunny, taking care of me,” you panted, gyrating your hips faster.

Jungkook bit his lip and with quick precision moved your panties to the side, lining his cock up with your slit and pushed into you. He let you go, and let you take him in fully. “It feels so good to be full again,” you whimpered and lifted your hips up again only to slap back down. You sped up, letting him take over by thrusting in and out of you. You leaned down and pressed your lips to him in a messy kiss, swallowing all of his delicious moans. Your hand lightly circled around his throat, not applying any pressure. “Faster, I’m almost there,” you whispered, pressing your forehead against his as he thrust deep and hard into you.

“Fuck, fuck, Y/N,” he cried as he felt you orgasm around him, your walls spasming and squeezing him. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he told her. He quickly pulled out, his cum spurting over his and her stomach.

You flopped onto your side, your breathing heavy and brushed the hair out of your face. You glanced to your right and saw Jungkook staring up at the ceiling with a small smile on his face. “You okay?” You asked softly, dreading that he had regretted that with you. You had never felt such carnal lust take over you like that before.

Jungkook turned to look at you, with a mischievous glint in his eyes and rolled onto his side. “I’m more than okay,” he whispered before pressing a kiss against your lips. “Thank you for saving me, Y/n.”

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mushyjellybeans · 4 years

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Promises, Promises

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Prompt: “I’m about to fuck that attitude out of you if you don’t stop pissing me off.”

Word Count: 969

Warnings: Language, a bit of teasing, reader annoying Bucky on purpose (is that even a warning??) fluff, implied smut!

A/N: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club Drunk Drabbles and for the HBC Hump Day Wednesday!!

Bucky Barnes loved his new role in the avengers compound. His job was to train the new recruits and his students were the best part of it, because they listened so well and did what he asked without question. Everyone, except you. He had a problem with you since the first time you walked through the gym doors and immediately disobeyed a direct order. Bucky was patient, he thought maybe it was your way of defending yourself, he didn’t know your backstory and so he casually shrugged it off. But the longer it went on, the more he noticed how much you’d smirk if you answered back, he knew you were playing some kind of game.

For the past 2 months, you’ve found a new game you really enjoyed playing. It consisted of annoying Bucky as much and for as long as you could. Turned out, it didn’t take a lot to get him riled up, and you knew you shouldn’t really push his buttons. Because you were well aware of the fact he could rip your head off with a slight flick of his wrist, but this game was just too much fun. The old man really did deserve an award for his patience.

“Sir, yes, sir! Sergeant James Barnes,sir!” You mocked in salute, as you were given yet more orders, which earned you an annoyed eye roll and a huff as he talked with the recruits.

You were in training with the new recruits and you guessed from the attitude you had given Bucky over the last 2 months, this was his revenge and he made you do everything. 15 push-ups, 15 squats, 15 crunches, he really wanted to kill you it seemed. And then to end the session, Sergeant Barnes pulled you onto the training mat as he instructed the group on how to take down your target.

And your recent order which caused you to mock the Soldier? He ordered you to wipe down the gym. It was a job he normally did once he dismissed everyone, but truthfully he was kind of sick of your attitude now.

“Agent Y/L/N? Come here please.” He yelled. You looked up from where you were and saw the recruits were leaving, this was actually the first time you found yourself alone in the gym with Sergeant Barnes.

“But you told me to clean the-”

“NOW!” He shouted. Your eyes widened at his tone and set the cleaning cloth down and sauntered over to the man, who waited for you with his arms folded across his broad chest and legs apart. From his tight white shirt, you could make out every single muscle that belonged to him, and you would be a big liar if you said you didn’t find Sergeant Barnes attractive. You knew he was a good man, doing good things in the world and he deserved all the respect given to him, but it was too late for you to turn the time back now. So you kept your head high and rested your palms on your hips as you waited for him to speak.

But after a few minutes of awkward silence and both of you sending each other death glares, you huffed.

“What?” You asked. His eyebrow cocked up and a sly grin grew on his face. He rubbed his beard with his fingers and his tongue darted out to lick his chapped lips.

“I’m real tired of your attitude Y/N. Now if you don’-”

“Can you get on with it? I’m busy! Just because you had a big breakfast doesn’t mean I did and I want my lunch, Sergeant Barnes.” You rolled your eyes and now he was pissed. His nostrils flared and he stalked closer to you, your chests - or more like your head to his chest, almost touched.”

“I’m about to fuck that attitude out of you if you don’t stop pissing me off. Do you know who the fuck I am? Who you think you’re talking to? This generation is soft, but doll, don’t fucking think for one second I won’t take it upon myself and teach you a fucking lesson in mannerisms.” He snarled, and fuck if his words didn’t shoot straight to your aching core. You blinked a few times, bewildered by his tone, his excessive use of the F-Word, never once did you hear him curse like that, you had only ever heard him say ‘shit’, this was new.

“Cat got your tongue now huh? Not so brave standing here alone with me are you?” He taunted and you shrugged nonchantly, knowing it was his way to rile you up.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Sergeant Barnes.” You smirked. And just as you were about to turn your back on him, a tight grip on your wrist stopped you. You spun around and were hoisted up over his broad shoulder. A hard slap to your backside and you gasped, or did you moan? You weren’t sure anymore. This felt like a dream and you didn’t really want to wake up.

“Sergeant Barnes where are you taking me?!” You panicked as your hands gripped his waistband of his sweats. If you had just pulled them back slightly you’d have an amazing view of his butt crack. No stop it Y/N!

“To my room, to teach you a fucking lesson. Then next time you’re in my class, you’ll know not to fuck with me.”

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just-my-fandom · 4 years

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Chapter 1: MADMAX

Summary; As the town preps for Halloween, a high-scoring rival shakes things up at the arcade, and a skeptical Hopper inspects a field of rotting pumpkins.

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Story list; Chapter 1, Chapter 2

“Son of a bitch! Son of a bitch!”

The rushed footsteps of Dustin Henderson grows louder as he stumbles into the living room of his three bedroom home. The news plays faintly on the television, Dustin unable to hear the alert coming from the newsman,

“A police chase rocked downtown Pittsburgh earlier this evening...”

Dustin moves to the couch his twin sister, Y/N, sat on, pulling the cushion opposite of her before lifting his hand, revealing to Y/N a shiny penny hidden in the couches dept, “Another stupid penny!”

Dustins hand launches to the side to chuck the penny, the small coin flying past you and landed next to the love seat Claudia Henderson sat on with the family cat, Mews, “Dusty!” Your mother scolds, her hands running down Mews back in a gentle groom, “Watch it! You almost hit your sister.”

“Can I please check under your cushions?” Dustins eyes flick to you, sipping hot chocolate from one of your mothers mugs, then to Claudia,

“Dusty.” Claudia warns, Dustin whining deep in his throat, “Mom, please? It’s an emergency!”

Claudia makes a noise of annoyance, lifting Mews from her lap before raising to her feet, allowing Dustin to launch for her chair and begin to pull the cushions off, “Whats the emergency?” You shift in your seat before scooting down the couch, watching Dustin as he pulls up her cushion, revealing two quarters in his hand,

“The Party is meeting up at the arcade, I gotta find as much quarters as I can.” Dustin mumbles, sticking his arm into the back of the couch, pulling his hand up and groaning at the four pennies in his hand.

“Ooh, can I come?” You ask, moving to set you mug on the counter and watch as Dustin pathetically toss the cushions back into their spot, “I have four dollars in quarters.”

“Fine.” Dustin heaves, waving for you to hurry and grab your bag of coins, “Lucas, you copy? I’ve got four quarters, Y/N’s bringing four dollars worth. What’s your haul?”

“Take your puny haul and multiply it by five.” Lucas answers into Dustins talkie, and you snort as you stand in the doorway of Dustins room, “And are you really bringing your sister?”

“I can keep my sixteen quarters.” You call back, Dustins eyes widening before he shakes his head. “Yes, I’m bringing Y/N, suck it up.”

“Whatever. I’m going to shower, like a real man. Now you call Mike. Over and out.”

Dustin sighs, flicking the channel to his talkie and handing you his four coins to drop in your mini bag. “Mike, do you copy? Mike, do you copy?”

“Yeah.” Mike answers, almost instantly, “Yeah I copy.”

“What are you doing on this channel?”

“Nothing.” Mike dodges, and you roll your eyes.

“Well Lucas and I have six bucks, plus Y/Ns four bucks total. What’s your haul?”

“Shit.” You hear Mike grumble, and Dustin throws a hand up, weakly, “Shit! I don’t know yet.”

“What do you mean you don’t know yet?” You snap, Mike scoffing over the talkie, “Just hold on. Call Will.”

As you and Dustin skid to a stop on your bikes, you lift your hand to wave to Joyce and Will Byers in their car. You watch as Joyce stops Will from getting out, saying only a couple of words before she is waving back, pulling off.

“Oh Jesus! I’m in chartered territory here, guys.” Dustins game is slow to start, the group of five friends all huddled around the arcade game, Dragons Lair,

“Down!” You and Mike shout in unison, startling Dustin to quickly move the joystick, “Down! Down!”

“I’m going!” Dustin rushes, and you grimace when the knight on the game screen is burned alive by the dragon, Dustin raising his fist to his mouth to bite down on the skin,

“You’re just not nimble enough, you’ll get there one day.” Lucas grins, elbowing you in between him and your brother, “But until then. Princess Daphne is still mine.”

“As if,” You instantly scoff, squinting your eyes, “We all know I claimed her, since the beginning.”

“You could literally like any girl here in Hawkins, and you choose the imaginary one?” Mike questions, and you shrug, grinning, “I have my types. Besides, I’m definitely getting more than any of you fools.”

“Whatever, gross.” Dustin shakes his head. “I’m still tops on Centipede and Dig Dug.”

“You sure about that?” Your head snaps over at Keiths question, the arcade worker holding a bag of chips, stuffing a handful of the powdery goodness into his mouth, so you cringed and lean on the games surface.

“Sure about what?” Dustin asks, hesitantly, and Keith raises his hand to stuff another chip into his mouth, crunching down loudly on the food. Realization washes over Dustins face, and you step back to let him dart down the isle of games, your hand snatching your now half empty bag before you follow the group of boys, to your brothers first favorite game.

“No!” Dustin cries out when he reaches the screen, your eyes scanning this list of scores and raise to the top, glancing at the name MADMAX shining beside the score 751300, “Who is Mad Max?” Dustin demands.

“Better than you.” Dustin shoves his middle finger in Keiths face. “Is it you?” Will asks, and Keith scoffs. “You know I despise Dig Dug.”

“Then who is it?” You push, eyes narrowed. “You want information, then I need something in return.” Keith raises his eyebrows, and the five kids look between one another, before their gaze finally settles on Mike, whose eyes widen when the thought settles.

“No, no, no. No way. You’re not getting a date with her.”

“Mike, come on.” Lucas pleas, “Just get him the date.”

“I’m not prostituting my sister!” Mike snarls, “That’s like setting Y/N up with Troy!”

“Gross.” You mumble, Mike raising his hand to you in an ‘exactly my point’ motion.

“But it’s for a good cause.” Lucas states, and Dustin waves his hands. “No. Don’t get him the date. Know what? He’s gonna spread his nasty-ass rash to your whole family.”

“Ache isn’t a rash and it isn’t contagious, you prepubescent wastoid.”

“Oh, I’m a wastoid? She wouldn’t go on a date with you.” Dustin scoffs, your eyes catching Will moving towards the entrance of the arcade, your brows furrowing before you step after him, holding the door open for the young boy.

“Will?” Your call startles him, turning to face you. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I just...needed some air.”

“Come on.” You stick a hand out to your elementary school friend, smiling when he relaxes upon taking said hand, “It’s your turn on Dig Dug. We gotta win our high score back.”

. . .

“Meet the human brain. I know. I know, it doesn’t look like much. A little gross even,”

“It looks like I chewed up a whole pack of gum,” You cut in, sitting in the chair behind Dustin, “Then spit it out on your desk, and hello! Surprise!”

“Very funny, Henderson.” Clarke presses his lips together, and you grin when Dustin looks back at you. “But consider this. There are a hundred billion cells inside of this miracle of evolution. All working as one. No, no, I did not misspeak. I did not stutter. A hundred billion.”

The classroom door suddenly opens, your head lifting off your hand when a girl with red hair steps up next to Clarke, your lips parting in awe. “Ah, this must be our new student. Class, please welcome, all the way from sunny California, the latest passenger to join us on our curiosity voyage, Maxine.”

“It’s Max,” She corrects, and looks over at Clarkes furrowed brows, “Nobody calls me Maxine. It’s Max.”

You gasp, dragging the four boys in front and to your left to look at you, “Mad Max.”

“Well, all aboard, Max.”

You curiously watch as Max moves to the back of the classroom, your eyes watching her drop into the single empty desk, her arms crossing before her eyes raise to meet yours. You lift a hand and wave, Max scoffing and rolling her eyes before shifting them to the front of the room.

. . .

“There’s no way that’s Mad Max.”

You lean against the fence outside of Hawkins Middle, eyes watching the blazing red head skateboard down the walkway,

“Yeah. Girls don’t play video games.” Dustin mumbles, and you face him, eyebrows raised, “What?”

“That’s dog shit, Dustin.” You glance back at Max, who now jumped off her board and held it under her arm. “If I can play video games, so can she.”

“Uh oh,” Lucas bumps his hip with yours, so you looked at him, “Someone’s got a crush.”

“Do not.” You snip, “I never even actually met her.”

“You’re not the only one.” Dustin quietly states, and your eyes snap to him a second time.

“Seriously?” You question. “Back off. She’s mine.”

“But you just said-,” “I know what I said.”

“Twins fighting for the same girl?” Mike grins at Lucas, “This is gonna be good.”

“Why can’t you just be straight?” Dustin tests, and you narrow your eyes, testingly, “Then we’d definitely be twins.”

“She threw a piece of paper in the bins,” You dart away from the fence, skidding to a stop in front of the trash can so the four boys all shielded you, then turned to you when you unravel the paper,

“Stop spying on me creeps.”

“We’re not spying.” You scoff, and Mike and Lucas look at each other, “Right?”

“Well shit.” Dustin crosses his arms and sighs, and looks over when the principle steps up, alerting Will that Joyce has came to pick him up.

. . .

“Still no sign?”

You sigh and lean against the car you, Lucas and Dustin were hiding behind, extending your legs to stretch out the aching tension in them from squatting for so long. “Jack shit.”

“Damn it, mom’s going to murder us.” You look over at Dustin, who checks his watch and grimaces. “Then go home.” Lucas states, hands holding binoculars over his eyes. “I’ll radio if she comes.”

“Oh, yeah, nice try.” Dustin snips, “You just want us out of here so you can make your move.”

“Oh, cause youre such a threat.” Lucas snaps back, and you squint your eyes. “Are you serious? You too, Lucas?”

“How do you even know if she likes girls, anyways, Y/N? Oh, right, you dont.”

“So?” You huff, and stand up, rolling your shoulders. Your eyes look over, suddenly grabbing Dustins shoulder before pointing to Lucas’ binoculars. “Ten o’clock. Ten o’clock.”

Up ahead, you can see Billy Hargroves car pulling up to the arcade, Max hoping out of the passenger seat, but turns to yell at her step brother, throwing him the bird when he speeds off.

You shove Dustins shoulder and round the car, jogging up to the door of the arcade where Max had disappeared.

“What do we do now?” It’s late at night, you stroll on your bike between Dustin and Lucas, only pedaling occasionally as to not stop completely. “We stick to the plan.”

“Mike’s not gonna like it.” Lucas protests, and Dustin rolls his eyes, swiftly. “Last time I checked, our party is not a dictatorship. It’s a democracy.”

“What if Max says no?” You frown.

“How can Max say no to these?” Dustin purrs, and you stick out a hand, shoving the side of his head so he swerved on his bike. “I swear to God, Dustin.”

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Lucas sighs, turning his bike onto his road so you and Dustin were left alone. You skid your bike to a stop under the carport, propping the stand down so your bike would stand on its own.

A chirping sound causes you to turn around to face Dustin, your twin brother halting in place, telling you that he heard the noise, too. “Mews?” You call, Dustin turning to the darkness of your yard, then after a moments pause, he turns back to the house, waving off the sudden noise.

You sigh and follow him into the house, pulling off your jacket and dropping it on the coat rack.

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