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Daisy

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Pairing: Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Fem Reader

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Description: Cooper Howard was not a kind man, he cared for nobody, but himself. Then he found you, a lost little dove, barefoot and crying, torn dress and big innocent eyes staring at him like he was a hero. He knew you’d be a burden, he knew you couldn’t survive in the wasteland, he was doing you a favor.

But he couldn’t pull the fucking trigger...

[Graphic description of gore] 🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼 Chapter 3

The flickering ceiling lamps only exacerbated the grim atmosphere, but they did slightly help with finding your way. They also hid the majority of the massacre, but you weren’t blind to the horrific scenes of vault dwellers strewn up and skinned and prepared for processing. You’d wretched and convulsed at the sight, clutching at the wall for support and fighting back tears of terror, and if it hadn’t been for your empty stomach you would have most likely thrown up all over the ghoul’s boots. There was so much food around and the raiders still chose their twisted ways and treated the corpses of their victims, human beings, as cattle in need of rationing and preparation. It was engraved in them, you guessed, after living so long in an apocalyptic, hellish world, eating people was as natural to them as breathing. You tried to justify their actions even if they made no sense, but after seeing cut-open bellies and spilled intestines and dribbling blood as the corpses were hung to drain, you couldn’t.

No matter how difficult a life, nothing could pardon such barbaric actions, not when the cans of cram and sacks of tatoes were right there. The raiders didn’t kill and butcher out of need, they did it out of pleasure, they drew with blood on the walls, bludgeoned flesh and bone to a pulp, stripped skin bare, and let bodies dangle like slaughtered pigs.

The more gore was presented to you on a rusty platter, the smaller your pool of empathy became until there was nothing but the screaming aftermath of gunshots sounding right above your head. You still jittered, but didn’t flinch anymore, he had you, you were safe with him. His boots echoed with menace through the corridors, beckoning the raiders to their end, while your delicate bare feet glided over grime and glass and chaos.

He used you as bait once the raiders were close enough to spot you, your history with them causing a sudden urge in them to let go of their logic and self-preservation and charge headfirst into a shotgun barrel. You would have minded, but he was death incarnate with a weapon, and you were so set on restoring the sanctity of your vault, your home, that you were ready to do just about anything. He killed until there was nobody else with a heartbeat except you and him. He killed so casually, that you almost believed it to be normal.

Once his end of the bargain was done, you started searching, straining both mind and vision for that particular room with a false bookcase. You guided him past the vegetable field, through the cafeteria, and rushed past the school because there were too many bodies piled up for you to stomach. He followed with minor protests, but mostly kept quiet and alert, acting as a guard hound while you pursued the location of the emergency storage. It was only when you ended up in the residential wing with a confused noise that he spoke up.

“You’re lost, darlin’, admit it.”

You shot him an angsty look over your shoulder, arm outstretched in front of you as the white flashlight installed in the Pip-boy illuminated the vault hallway. When you enter the first home, just the structure of it is enough to tell that you’ve got the wrong place, you scowl, but trudge further inside anyway.

“I’m not lost.” you retort, refusing to let his remarks leave a stain on your photographic memory, and pace around the tiny complex. “It should be in this wing, I just need to find the right room.”

“Whatever you say…” he hums in mock and purses his lips, then opens the metal door wider before stepping in after you. He lets you explore, his eyes skimming with disinterest over the homey aesthetic he was so alienated from that it didn’t even ring a bell of nostalgia. His sights lock on the fridge and his feet react faster than he’d thought possible. Bingo.

The self-powered beacons perched over the whey field creep through the windows and it’s enough light to scarcely brighten the complex. It would have been a haunting sight if the ghoul wasn’t with you and a timid part of your consciousness tapped at you, reminding you that he wasn’t going to be present for much longer. You hadn’t planned on dwelling on such a thought for long, but you had no clue what to do once he was gone. Left alone to fend for your life with no skills or experience aside from dry theory accumulated from years of reading, there wasn’t much you could do except live off the remnants of the vault and try to keep the garden alive.

How would you be rid of all the corpses though?

It would take years to restore everything, or at least the parts that were salvageable, you’d never be able to swap the broken windows or replace the shattered light bulbs.

You scurried off the nasty reality of your future and proceeded to kneel in front of a shoe cabinet. Your feet were irritably sore and in desperate need of protection so you sunk your arms to the elbows in the darkness, the flashlight distorting under the pile of slippers and sandals.

“You’re not mad, mister?” you ask and turn back to find the ghoul waist-deep in the refrigerator, rummaging as a cacophony of clinking bottles and stuttering plates soundtrack his rampage. He looked almost domestic and you had to bite down on your bottom lip to keep from smiling. “Cuz I haven’t found the storage yet?”

He resurfaces at your question, a bowl of mashed tatoes and a platter of grilled cram cradled in his embrace, traces of soy milk stained his lips. He wiped his mouth on his shoulder and tossed the food on the kitchen counter before resting on his elbows while flicking his tongue.

“Plenty of Pip-boys layin’ around.” he shrugs simply and rips his glove off before sticking two thick fingers in the tatoes. “Can make a small fortune outta those.” he offers you a toothy grin before licking his fingers clean.

“Please use a fork, sir.” you grimace at his tasteless display before turning back to your task at hand.

“Mind your business, smooth-skin.” he grunts and sinks his teeth in a thick slice of cram, scarfing it down as if he’d not eaten in days. He scoffs at your faint giggle and waves you off, too high on the idea of a proper meal to care for your coquettish snip.

You continue to dig through the assortment of old shoes, relishing his vocal satisfaction as he feasts. He chews hastily, taking breaks every few bites to wash down the food with whatever juice or milk he blindly pawed at on the fridge door. After tossing away a pair of white fluffy slippers and jamming your hand against a leathery surface, you pull out a left-footed cargo boot. It’s stuck, tied by the laces to something crammed deeper in the cabinet and you feel your way until you find its twin. Once freed, you look them over with a tilted chin and a contemplative look.

They seemed remotely your size, with a pair of thick socks they’d probably fit perfectly and they were preserved and sturdy enough to withstand some broken glass.

“You think they’ll miss these?” you raise the boots in display and ask before thinking about how stupid your question was.

The boiled corn cob pauses just shy of his parted lips and he stares at you like you’d grown a second head. The silence that befalls is one of realization with a twinge of melancholy and you avert your eyes as your mouth twitches into a small frown. The shoes are lowered to your chest and you hold them close in wordless mourning, face dimming, shoulders lowering.

“Oh right…frick.”

“They’re dead, sweetheart.” he speaks softly, a hint of pity hidden beneath the layer of rasp. “Don’t think they’ll miss anythin’ anymore.”

In truth, you didn’t mourn the rest of the vault dwellers. They were strangers who’d shared the same living facility as you, there was no attachment there except for baseline human empathy. What you grieved over was your sanity, the solitude you’d be subjugated to and you’d grown accustomed to being alone, but after knowing the atrocities that had occurred and the reasoning for your lonesome existence, you doubted things would go well. You’d be forced to fend for yourself and there was no guarantee that another wave of intruders wouldn’t end up on your doorstep.

You picked at the soles of the boots absentmindedly, ignorant to the sympathetic stare targeting the back of your head.

You weren’t accustomed to caring for your needs, having been coercively babied all your life and lacking basic skills. The only bond you’d ever had was with your father and the knowledge that you’d eventually stumble upon his corpse riddled you in goosebumps. You dreaded that sight, eyes dampening at just the thought and mind failing to even picture such a sickening image.

You drag an arm over your drippy nose, sniffle and stand.

“Need socks.” was all you managed before hurrying to the bedside closet at the other end of the complex, hiding behind a wall and out of the ghoul’s prying gaze.

This was fine. You’d figure it out as you went. There was no point in worrying over things that haven’t happened yet, right?

You shone your flashlight into the closet's depths after flinging it open, searching for a ball of stretchy material, anything that remotely resembled a pair of socks. Shuffling came from the kitchen area, a throaty grunt, a few clanks, and the shattering of porcelain. Paying no mind to the ghoul’s ruckus, you sift through the clothing hangers, stopping only when an intricate floral pattern catches your eye. You tug at the cloth, pulling it off the bar and hooking a finger around the clothing hanger before straightening it out.

A dress, pretty and frilly at the bottom, littered with small hand-sewn red blooms, sparkling white and in pristine condition. It reminisced of better times when people reigned over a peaceful and bountiful land, when radiation existed only in the confines of nuclear factories and cannibalism was scarce and very taboo. Your dull expression softens with a doting smile as you coo over your new fit before tossing it on the bed.

Your search continues shortly after, rummaging and scanning, digging deeper until you find a small raft overflowing with undergarments. A pair of black tights and heavy woolen socks later, you pass an anxious glance at the edge of the wall separating you from your overly grumpy bodyguard before tugging the straps of your dress off your shoulders.

“What the hell are you doing in there!?”

“I’m changing!” you rush to answer, shimmying out of your dirty, torn attire before sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling the socks over your feet. After taking note of the now gooey gash on your ankle, you decide to postpone wearing tights until it’s been cleaned and bandaged. You swallow back a lump of anxiety and make disinfecting the wound your top priority…once you find the storage unit that is.

“Hurry up!”

Once the boots were secured, you neatly tied them up and scurried to slip on the new dress in case the ghoul decided he’d had enough of waiting and barged over in his typical unruly fashion. It fit you so well, but there was no time to enjoy yourself, you tossed the tights over the junction of your elbow and patted down the frilly edges grazing your knees.

The world came crashing when the zipper got stuck.

“Freaking fiddle sticks…”

You tried and failed to resolve the dilemma, patting blindly at your upper back, reaching over your shoulder, and coiling an arm behind your waist. Even when your fingers did manage to find the zipper again, it was jammed and no amount of vigorous tugging helped and you didn’t want to apply more force lest you cause a tear. A small whine, dainty and annoyed, bubbled in your throat and you hung your head back and stared up at the ceiling in despair. This had to be some sort of cruel joke, a jut at you for daring to find a sliver of happiness.

“Uh…mister?” you call out, weak with embarrassment as you slowly succumb to the walk of shame. You round the corner slowly, apprehension in every step and boring a shameful visage. “I need help…please.”

Your lovely bounty hunter had sprawled out on the counter, his hands resting on his now full belly, one perched up knee swaying nonchalantly as his other leg kicked dangled leisurely in the air. His hat rested over his face, obscuring his vision as he breathed slowly, in utter bliss for the first time in a long while. The shotgun once secured on his back was tucked under his neck. The empty plates were carelessly chucked to the floor when he’d made room to lie down and now you knew what all that ruckus had been caused by.

It would have been quite the heartwarming sight if you weren’t currently wallowing in self-pity.

He rouses at your beckon, sitting up and readjusting his hat and giving you his best acid scowl for disrupting his peace. Then he notices your pained expression and skittish shifting and quirks a nonexistent brow.

“The hell’d you do?”

Ah yes, the sardonic question a parent would ask their misbehaved child after yet another minor disaster. That’s exactly what you need at the moment.

“I – ” your teeth grit, jaw tightening in discomfort. A sad puppy-eyed stare plastered on your droopy features as you stand next to the counter before reluctantly turning around and brushing your hair out of the way to expose your back. “ – It’s stuck…”

A snort of laughter fills the dim complex and you shrink in utter humiliation, fussing at his reaction like the wimpy thing you’ve been demoted to. He turns in his spot and his knees encase your frame as he slopes closer.

“Can’t even dress right.” his berating smirk nips at the back of your neck and earns a sigh of defeat.

Cooper Howard wasn’t a man to regret many things and he’d done enough awful deeds to have him kicked out of a church if he ever dared set foot in one. Not putting his glove back on, however, would be one of those regrets. When his disfigured fingers dipped beneath the hem of your dress to hold it steady as he worked the zipper free, he brushed against your skin and it was so soft that he nearly missed the feeling altogether. A pang of something awfully warm wrapped around his ribcage like a vine and he was so shaken to the core that he forgot he needed to breathe.

You felt like the past, all lovely and nice and tender, as if ripped from a time he struggled to recollect and let go of both, and you were thrust in his hands and he didn’t know what the hell he was supposed to do with you. All charming smiles and sugary words and naivety that had him torn between hatred and incessant thirst for more of whatever it was you did to him. So addictive yet so detrimental.

He chalked it up to lust, a guttural craving any normal man would feel when presented with a cute little thing like you. But it wasn’t that at all. It had nothing to do with any carnal human craving.

You were a gateway to what he used to have, a walking memory of who he used to be.

It made sense if your story was true. Being tended to all your life while locked in a lab orchestrated to be your private room, it would leave anyone silk-skinned, bright-minded, and burden-free. But that didn’t ease him, it didn’t falter him from feeling like he was drowning.

You were the even tune of midnight jazz, a slice of hot apple pie, and a fresh cup of Joe on a Sunday afternoon; a little piece of heaven he’d never asked for and a cruel incarnation of damnation he’d always feared would catch up to him.

“Is it fixed?” you peep, saving him from the jaws of his mind, and look back, happily unaware of his self-destructive internal dialogue. The darkness hides the strain hovering over his distant gaze. “Did you manage?”

“ ‘Course I did.” he barks and is back to normal in an instant, pulling the zipper up before letting you go. “Done.”

He makes sure to secure his glove back on and cusses out the invasive thoughts.

“Thank you so much!” you grin with glee and throttle away like a victorious toddler. “How do I look?” you twirl with pizazz, then remember the tights dangling off your arm and bunch them up in one hand in case they took away from your dashing performance. “Don’t mind those.”

The ghoul scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief at how stupidly charming you are, and slides from the counter before reaching for his shotgun. You take his reaction as a good sign, satisfied with your new, clean look, and brush down the dress with the back of your hand.

“Les go.” he clicks his tongue at you, motioning with his head before fiddling to load his weapon. “Can gawk at yourself plenty when I’m gone.”

His remark receives no pushback. You follow suit, back into the benevolent corridor with hanging dead lamps, stepping carefully next to him with Pip-boy pointed straight ahead. It felt good to not have to constantly worry over a stray piece of debris catching on your feet anymore. Now your footsteps sang in tandem with your bounty hunter’s albeit much lighter and more frequent. With eyes darting from wall to wall, you peeked into each adjacent living complex. The sting in your ankle continued, snapping at your every move and your grip on the tights hardened. Your nails sank into the material for purchase as impatience nibbled at your nerves.

Apartment after apartment. Nothing even remotely resembled the room you were looking for, but it had to be here somewhere. The vault plans didn’t lie and neither did your memory.

You nearly tripped over a stray cable while ogling a bright pink suite layered with fuzzy rugs.

“You sure you ain’t just sendin’ us on a wild goose chase?” the ghoul asks while cracking open another steel door for you to inspect, then dips his hat and lilts “Ain’t gonna shoot you, sweetheart. Don’t need to lie anymore.”

“I wasn’t lying, mister.” you look up at him with hurt and he keens, blinking slowly at you and deciding to leave it at that.

Whether it was due to exhaustion or that look, he wasn’t sure.

If you were this set on proving to him there was a storage full of medical supplies and provisions he wasn’t going to stop you. There was plenty of food and drink to stay a while and his current bounty wasn’t notorious enough to top a fresh bed and a full meal. The caps weren’t worth it compared to what you’d offered him and he had enough vials to last him a while before any feral symptoms started poking through.

“It’s somewhere here, I know it is, these are just the wrong rooms. But the map showed it was in the living quarters to the north. It has to be a bigger space and with a bookcase in – ”

A hand clasped gently over your mouth, cutting your ramble short.

The ghoul grips your arm and shines the Pip-boy at the end of the hallway, the tense look on his face making your stomach knot. He takes one step forward, leaving you to linger behind him and you would’ve liked to believe it was to protect you, but it was most likely to get you out of the way.

You hear his gloved hold tighten around his shotgun and bite back the need to ask him what he’d picked up that you hadn’t. You never noticed the almost silent steps that had slowly crept closer and yelped when you were roughly tossed behind him as he spun around. The shot nearly left you deaf and the bloodied kukri barely missed your shoulder, having been a hair away from the strap of your dress.

You shriek along with the gargled gasp, latching onto the bounty hunter’s coat. The loud thump that followed made you duck and wrinkle your nose.

“Oh my jeez. Oh my God!” you glimpse from behind him reluctantly, forcing your tightly shut eyes open.

The raider twitched, clutching his blown-to-bits shoulder as a puddle of blood formed beneath him. He choked for air, coughing out a storm of crimson and it made your knees weak. The smell of gunpowder was sharp and overwhelming and your head spun with a nauseating speed.

“Guess I missed one.” the bounty hunter leers and the absolute insouciance at his actions sent a chill up your spine. He unclasps the hunting knife strapped to his belt and twirls it between his fingers, then tosses you a warning glance. “Look away, sweetheart. Ain’t wastin’ another bullet on this shit.”

The heels of his boots clinked closer to the raider convulsing on the floor and with a shaky sniffle, you forced your legs to move. The pleas of a desperate man rendered defenseless and feeble, the churring taunts of his merciless killer who squatted over his prey with blade readied. A sickening noise punched you right in the gut, so raw and revolting that you covered your ears the moment you stumbled into another suite and slid down behind the front door. Clutching at the sides of your head, fingers curled and nails delved into your scalp to ground you, you died a little inside.

The reality of your existence, the consequences for being alive hit you full force, ripping you out of the tranquility that had befallen both you and the ghoul. Peace never lasted, and neither did joy, not in a world bathed in chaos and destruction.

The two curt knocks on the door made you flinch.

“Come on out, scaredy cat.”

“I’ll – ” with a twisted tongue and a clenched throat, you murmur out words to keep him away because you didn’t want to see the blood he was wiping off his knife. “ – I’ll be right there. Just looking…for a false latch or something.”

What a horrible excuse…but he didn’t question it and you were so thankful.

His steps crinkle over broken glass and pieces of discarded metal plates. The tension lifts off your shoulders when he leaves with a grunt. You rub at your face with a timid breath, jaw easing as your lips part to accommodate your forceful inhales. The gloom of the apartment embraced you in your self-indulgent grovel.

To imagine someone lived here only a day ago was to concede to hysteria.

He saved your life again. And still, you were left shaken and bothered and speechless and burdened by what would have happened if he hadn’t been there to rip you away from death’s claws. The possibility of there being more raiders skulking about hadn’t been a thing until this one nearly chopped your arm off. Your arm was still there though, intact and function. All because of him. A dilapidated, volatile guardian angel that looked like a grilled chicken and sounded like a fizzled-out radio station and he meant more to you than anything ever had in your short, secluded life. What were you supposed to do without him when he finally left and you were sealed into a blood-soaked, corpse-ridden underground bunker with just your thoughts as company?

You slapped at your puffed-out cheeks ferociously.

This was fine.

It wasn’t fine, but there was nothing to be done, you’d work with what you had, you’d manage somehow. You had to.

The ghoul whistled you over, loud and clear enough for you to hear even while tucked away safely in your corner. Enough spiraling. You stood and with a determined huff, exited the complex only to see him standing in front of an open door with crossed arms and a tilted head. He noticed you from the corner of his eye and nudged his chin.

“This it?”

You poke your nose inside the spacious room.

It was the vault president’s office, completely untouched and eerily still, made to resemble the quarters of high-ranking officials from the olden days. Thin sheets of wood were plastered over the walls and the floor was carpeted and clean, the large windows overlooked the fields and dining area. An elegant leather chair was neatly set behind the paper-ridden desk in the center of the room, and yellowing files peak from every single drawer and bookcase. Everything seemed organized in spotless order, even the mugs on the coffee table were arranged corresponding to their color. There were so many paintings strewn about, past vault presidents, men and women in distinct white coats, same as the one your dad had always worn, supposedly scientists.

He leaned against the doorframe as you barged inside, watching your newfound zeal with a half-smile.

You pressed the tip of your middle finger to the wall and slowly extended your other arm at a precise angle, then moved it barely to the left. With a calculative spark imbued in your eyes, you take deliberate steps and move your stiff arms mechanically as you work out the location of the hidden storage. It looked ridiculous and you were well aware as you maneuvered about like a possessed puppet, but without any tools to point the way this was your only crutch.

“Three feet to the left, diagonal to the glass case with the cat sculpture. One step back and turn to what should be west. North should be to the right, then. And…”

“There.” you state once your hand points at a particularly overdecorated bookcase. “That’s it. Has to be.” you step towards it with determination, throwing away documents and an old plastic globe until there was enough space to grab at the shelves. It creaks when you give it a solid tug to test its stability. You bite your lip in contemplation before turning back to the ghoul. “Think you can move this, mister?”

“You better be right, sweetheart.” he tutted, but complied, pushing himself off the doorframe before joining you. He towers over you and rests his hands against the polished wood. “Move.”

You did as told and gave him some room.

He managed to slide his fingers against the back of the bookcase and spread out his legs before letting go of a throaty groan and pulling with all his strength. Your knee jittered with the need to step in and help, but you hesitated, succumbing to your manners and letting him do the heavy lifting. The last thing you wanted was to insult his capabilities or hurt his man-pride.

The case toppled with a thunderous crash and its contents spilled over the carpet, some trinkets bounced off your boot and rolled under the desk. The wooden planks that had been hidden behind it were slightly caved in compared to the rest. A thick carving resembling a door was engraved in them along with a small rectangular shape just a few inches to the side.

This was it.

“Hallelujah.” he chuckles and kneads his shoulder while flexing it, brows raised and eyes settled on the hidden entrance and glistening with wonder. “Guess you weren’t lyin’ after all.”

You clumsily step over the mountain of books and smashed wood, arms extended for balance until you’re close enough to press down on the rectangle. With a whirling hiss, the wood slides to the side and a hole perfectly shaped like a Pip-boy appears. You stuck your hand in without a second thought, beyond impatient and on the verge of crying because your ankle was burning so intensely you wanted to just rip it off.

The door gave way with a few audible clicks and the storage lit up instantly, you guessed the lamps didn’t depend on the vault’s fusion cores, another little trickery to keep this place hidden. The power management engineers would have most likely noticed the excess electricity being used for a room that wasn’t supposed to exist. A smart move and also for nothing, everyone was dead.

The cynic in you cackled.

You were quick to rip your hand free and enter, spotting the hefty array of medical supplies gathered over a metal cart, driven by pain and discomfort and lacking the self-control to keep it a secret any longer.

“Well, I’ll be…” the ghoul gapes at the overflowing storage, pleasantly surprised and nodding to himself. “Consider your debt repaid, missy.” he plunges his knife into a sack of tatoes and promptly empties it.

His arm swipes over a metal shelf of stimpaks, greedily bunching them up and into the sack as he licks his teeth at the upcoming profit.

When you don’t reply to his remark he finally takes his gaze off the mounds of supplies and medicine and looks to you.

You’re a mussing mess, abrupt jitters causing bottles of pills and packages of bandages to pile at your feet as you scour for something specific. Initially, he opts to leave you be and focus on his own task, but when a disheartened noise slips past you he caves.

“The hell’s got you scramblin’ about like a cornered rat?”

You wince and turn back with a trembling frown. Your search had come out fruitless, the plan was spoiled at the absence of any antibiotics and you internally cursed for not stopping by the med-bay earlier and checking there first. Then again, you needed a key card and you weren’t fond of checking the pockets of decapitated vault residents just for that. But your open wound didn’t care for your antics. Now your ankle was probably red, still oozing and by how it rubbed against your sock, it was even more irritated and sickeningly sticky.

His stern look was relentless and you sucked in a breath before speaking.

“I can’t find any antibiotics…for my ankle.” you swallow a sob like a child caught red-handed trying to sneak past a broken vase. “The cockroaches – One of them bit me or cut me I think and… And it was fine at first, but then it started getting infected and I thought I’d find something here to help, but I don’t think only spirit will help so I thought antibiotics, but I can’t find any and it hurts so bad now – ”

You halted when his jaw stiffed and did nothing when he stomped close enough for you to feel the heat radiating off him. The sack was slumped by you and as he glared you simply averted your eyes to the floor.

“Sit.” he commands in a rigid tone, forcing you on your rump as the coldness of the tile floor seeps through your dress. “ ‘N take it off.” the tip of his boot nudges your foot before he tugs his pants up and squats in front of you with elbows resting on his thighs.

It’s only after you slip off your now-ruined sock that he cringes in annoyance and grabs your calf to turn it for a better view. Angry red outlined the open gash and the dead skin that still clung to it was soaked in colorless stickiness. He pressed on the side of the wound, shooting down your attempt at escaping with a scalding look, and more goo was excreted.

Radroaches were clean creatures, he’d seen them grooming themselves more than hunting for food. However, being mutated by radiation did tend to add some spice to their bites and you trudging around barefoot for a good full day had only added to the accelerated decay. Nasty little cut that was.

“Stupid git.” he hisses and stuffs a hand in the sack. “Nothen’ a lil stimpak can’t fix though. And lucky for you, we hit a goldmine.” the large syringe glints under the blaring white lights and he pushes at the base to snuff out any air bubbles before lowering it to your calf. “Now hold still.”

The sight of the needle makes you stiffen, a plethora of memories flashing past your widened eyes, and you’re overtaken by such a raw desire to get away that you nearly kick him off balance in your struggle.

Too many years stuffed full of constant medications and transfusions and scalpels and cuts and taking blood samples and fucking needles. All your life you’d suffered through nothing but medical treatments and the first day spent away from such hell had you realized just how traumatizing it had all been. Obligated to just take it because there was no alternative, you were never given a choice in the matter. You weren’t ready for this again, seeing that stupid needle so close to your skin made your heart drop in your stomach.

“Wait. Mister, wait. Wait!” you grab onto the metal bars of the cart as his grip on your calf tightens painfully.

“Quit fussin’!” he all but growls and pulls you back in place once you’d made some progress in slipping away. His tolerance for your display vaporizes when you land another inadvertent kick to his knee. He lets your calf go and reaches for the back of your head, grabbing onto a fistful of your hair and jostling you still. He’s right in your face and spitting acid. “What the hell’s wrong with you?!”

“The needle.” you hiccup and wrap your sweet little fingers around his forearm. Tears swell in your eyes from both pain and fear and it does something to him again, but he doesn’t relent. “The needle…I can’t – ” you whimper and plead, crumbling in his hold. “Please don’t, mister…”

He’s taken aback. The menace drains from his gaunt features, baring snarl gone, and his grip on your hair loosens.

“You’re kiddin’ me.” his eyes roll from you to the stimpak as if you’d said the most mind-blowing bullshit he’d ever heard. He dangles the wretched thing in front of you, watching you follow it incessantly, not even blinking. “You’re scared o’ this?”

You make a noise of displeasure and avert your face when he brings the stimpak closer. For once his mocking laugh isn’t welcomed. When he’s assured you’re not just being a brat and actually hold a crippling distaste for the needle, the ghoul pulls away with a scoff.

He thinks, rubbing his knuckles against his jaw while you sit between his knees, immobilized by his grip.

“Well shit...” he lets you go and you bonelessly slump back into the cart.

He’s not one for comfort, doesn’t know what words to use to help you overcome your dilemma; he can’t just jam the stimpak in and risk striking a bone, can’t slide it in gently because you’ll go into another fit. He could just leave…

“Look at me.” he beckoned and snapped his fingers at you. When that didn’t work, he grabbed your face and squished your cheeks, forcing you to obey by giving you a sharp jerk. He leans close enough for you to feel his breath hit your nostrils and of course, it smells like cram. “I said look. At. Me.”

Your eyes go from dazed to bulging when you feel the needle press back against your calf. A pathetic ensemble of bleats accompanies your heaving chest and you hold onto his wrist like it’s the only thing keeping you from dying on the spot.

“Shhhh – shhhh – shhh, ‘s okay sweetheart.” he hushes you with peculiar softness, stifling your meek complaints and scolding your eyes back to his own when he sees your attention dart down to your leg. You wince briefly at the prickle and his pinkie and ring finger leave your cheek and settle at the edge of your jaw, pressing down and rubbing ever so lightly. With an even push of his thumb, the syringe is emptied. “There you go…” he gives your cheek a good pat and leans away, resting on his knees. The pack of gauze you’d carelessly tossed away in your rampage was picked up and ripped open. “The good news is, you don’t need no stitches…but how d’ you intend to survive if you can’t even use a stimpak?”

“I’ll…” you smile in pain and it’s so crooked it rivals his. “I’ll figure it out.”

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Bloody Desires: The Cure - Intro Post

Demo TBA (Twine) | Itch.io Page

Bloody Desires: The Cure is a supernatural interactive fiction set in the 21st century. When the Vampiric Round Table (VRT) summons you to New York, you have no choice but to go. The VRT has learned of a credible rumor that a cure for vampirism is somewhere out there. But your kind aren’t the only ones searching for it. The dangerous supernatural exterminators, Heaven’s Hunters, seek the cure to wipe vampires from existence.

18+ for violence, blood, death, sexual themes, explicit language, and morally gray storylines.

Embark on a bloody adventure featuring:

6 unique MC backstories;

3 clans to choose from (Viscardi, Crescendo, Saleyrn);

characters, both supernatural and mortal, who you can form alliances and relationships with (or piss off?);

the ability to play as non-binary, male, female, cis, or trans;

opportunities to level up your skills for the fight ahead;

multiple endings.

Learn more about the backstories and companion characters below.

The following companions have platonic and romantic routes.

Kieran Collins - The Shifter

137 years old (looks early 30s) | Irish | male | he/they

Kieran is a shifter who takes on the form of a wolf. They have full control of when they shift, although it can be painful if they shift too often between resting. In his human form, he relies on knives and has spent his life studying supernatural rituals and artifacts.

Charlotte St. Claire - The Deadly English Rose

28 years old | English | female | she/her

Charlotte is a Londoner with a dark past, having spent a large portion of her life entangled with the dangerous underworld of London. This path led to her imprisonment by a group of vampires who treated her as their personal blood bag. After escaping on the precipice of her death, she was found by Kieran who took her under his wing.

River Silvius - The Witch

32 years old | American | non-binary | they/them

River is the youngest witch in their family and was raised in the state of Washington. They are currently a professor at the New York Institute of Witchcraft, the premier witchcraft college in North America. They sometimes work on cases with Bennett.

Katerina Kallergis - The (Other) Vampire

282 years old (looks late 20s to early 30s) | Greek | female | she/her

Katerina is a vampire who was born in Greece almost three-hundred years ago. She despises vampirism - including herself and other vampires. Not much is known about members of her clan, the Infinitum, as they are a tight-knit group of vampires who value privacy and usually avoid other supernaturals as much as possible.

Bennett Williams - The Cowboy

31 years old | American | male | he/him

Bennett grew up on a ranch in Texas, where he was the only survivor of a Heaven’s Hunters (HH) attack that wiped out his family, including his sister who was a Witch and the intended target. He is currently a private investigator for supernaturals and their families. He is fond of his cowboy hat and shotgun and wears an eyepatch on his left eye.

There will be additional characters who play their own role in the story, including members of the Vampiric Round Table, clan leaders, Heaven’s Hunters, and more. However, this post would be too long to list all of those people.

Here’s a brief look at the six possible backstories for MC. Subject to change if needed by the author.

Shadow of War World I

Born: 1896 - London, England | Turned: 1915 - Loos-en-Gohelle, France

Born in the heart of London, your life brimmed with dreams. But those were overshadowed by the devastating turmoil of World War I. You were driven by a sense of duty at 19 years old and enlisted alongside your best friend from secondary school. After watching your best friend fall in combat, you were overwhelmed by survivor’s guilt and were left trying to navigate the war-torn world without them. Eventually, you were dying on a different battlefield, reminded of them. But as the darkness closed in, so did a vampire…

Shadow of the Roaring 20s

Born: 1898 - New York, NY | Turned: 1922 - New York, NY

Born to a working-class family in the heart of New York City, you spent the entirety of your mortal life there. Your Sire was drawn to you as soon as you entered the speakeasy that fateful night… as your connection with your Sire grew, so did both of your desires to never lose each other. A year after being turned, a relentless group of vampire hunters took them from you as they sacrificed themself for your sake...

Shadow of the Spanish Renaissance

Born: 1608 - Barcelona, Spain | Turned: 1635 - Madrid, Spain

Born to a merchant family in bustling Barcelona, your early years were spent comfortably and your family hoped you would follow in their footsteps. But your passions lay elsewhere. You found yourself inspired by artists such as Coello and Velázquez, and frequented libraries and salons. As you grew older, the weight of familial obligations bore down upon you. One night while you were in Madrid visiting friends, a vampire approached you with a proposal…

Shadow of the French Revolution

Born: 1770 - Vizille, France | Turned: 1799 - Paris, France

Born to a family of budding rebels in Vizille, you experienced the backdrop of social unrest and discontent. As the revolution began to spread across France, you found yourself at the midst of it in Paris. It is there that your Sire became fascinated by your sense of justice and chose you to be their eternal descendent. Against your deepest desires, you were thrust into immortality, a fate you never sought, as your original intention was simply to fight for the betterment of humanity…

Shadow of the Zhou Dynasty

Born: 890 B.C. - Western Zhou | Turned: 867 B.C - Western Zhou

Born into a prestigious family, you spent much of your time at court, learning from tutors and schemers alike. As a young adult, you were caught in the crossfires of a power struggle within the court. Betrayed by those you once trusted, you were the victim of an assassination attempt. You only remember your eyes closing….and then waking up as a vampire, your sire nowhere in sight…

Shadow of the Nile

Born: 1050 B.C. - Tanis, Egypt | Turned: 1023 B.C - Thebes, Egypt

Born to a family of esteemed lineage, you were raised in the sacred walls of the Temple of Amun-Ra in preparation for your future as a religious figurehead. You did eventually become an important leader in Thebes during a time of political imbalance. But then you died. When you awoke, a vampire was watching over you with an amused look. They swore to have found you already dying in an alley…

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Dec 21 - The Best Present

(Ao3 Link) (Masterpost Link)

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Murder, and Blood.

When Hob awoke that next morning, nothing had seemed different. It seemed like a perfectly ordinary Monday morning that he wouldn’t have blinked twice at. You know, if it wasn’t for a mysterious woman sitting on his kitchen counter, slowly picking away at one of the apples in his fruit basket.

He jumps, reaching for the closest object he could use as a weapon - the table side lamp in this case - and brandishes it with a confidence that only someone who had fought for most of his five hundred years of life could. The woman doesn’t even blink. She wears all black, a simple black tee, black jeans, and a pair of high-heeled black boots. It reminds him a bit of the getups the goths he’d take home with him would wear. Most interesting of all, she wears a pendant of a large silver ankh around her neck.

She looks at him with kind brown eyes and smiles. “Hello Hob.” And if everything else hadn’t gotten his attention, that statement did. He lifts the lamp higher, angling his legs for better stability and glances around the room, trying to spot how the hell she managed to sneak in.

“Haven’t heard that name in a while,” he says, eyes narrowing. “Who are you? What do you want?”

The woman shakes her head, amused, as she slides off the counter. She sets down the half eaten apple and wipes her hands on her pants. “I have a favor to ask of you.”

“A favor?”

She hums. “Yes. And it wasn’t until last night that I could ask it.”

Hob shakes his head. “The hell are you talking about?”

The woman steps forward and Hob’s grip on the lamp tightens. “One more step and you’ll regret it.” She smiles and takes a single step forward. As she does, Hob goes to lunge but stops as he meets her gaze.

Ice rushes through his veins as the very core of him recognizes her for what she is. She is the face he has seen in battlefields and hospitals. She is the voice that has called to him while he rests in the in-between of life and death. She is the sound of wings when one is near the end.

She is Death.

His knees give out and he falls to the floor, the lamp drops from his grip and the bulb inside shatters. “No. No no no no no, please no, please!” He pleads. “I’m not ready yet. I don’t want to die. I won’t, I won’t!”

Death kneels beside him and stretches out a hand. He flinches, eyeing it carefully. “I’m not here to take you, Hob. Not unless you want me to.”

“Never,” he replies, staring into her gaze. She nods.

“Good. I think my brother would hate me if I did.”

At that, Hob blinks. “Brother?”

Death hums and lets her hand fall. She crosses them, resting them atop her bent knees as she talks. “Yes. That’s why I’m here. I need you to help free him.”

Hob shifts, pulling himself into a cross legged position. “Why me?”

She looks up and sighs. “Because I can’t. Where he is is somewhere that I can’t go. Not completely. But you can.” She looks back at him and grins. “Besides, technically he asked for you.”

A sinking feeling fills Hob’s gut. Flickers of memories of a dream echo in his mind. The pale face of his Stranger. His tears, his silent pleas. His throat is tight when he asks, “Your brother, who is he?”

“Your stranger.”

The snow falls on the ground outside of Fawney Rig. It’s Christmas Eve in 1991 and Hob stands in front of the car’s boot as he goes over his tools of trade. A crowbar rests on one side, sandwiched by rope, an axe, a shotgun and two different handguns along with enough ammo to light the place up if needed. He’s got a variety of clothes and food and water in case his Stranger needed it along with a well supplied first aid kit. When Death had told him where to find her brother, she hadn’t exactly told him what to expect. He’s honestly unsure if she knew, other than he was trapped.

Christ, wasn’t that a thought? His Stranger, trapped. Held prisoner by a total jackass that, most annoyingly, he’d met before. Just once when he was a lad. His father had been leagues worse, but had at least hosted a party for his departed son. Hob had fought with Randal in the war. After digging into the Burgess's more, he’d found that the old man had bragged about capturing Death. Clearly that hadn’t worked, but it seems like he had caught something. And when the old man finally passed, it seemed like his son wasn’t any better. Pity. The boy seemed like he could have had a good heart in him. Nature versus Nurture, he supposed.

Hob pulls the mask down his face and zips up his jacket. He sticks the two handguns with freshly loaded mags into his holsters. He slots the extra mags into his belt and then swings the shotgun across his back. Not the most efficient weapon for this job, but might come in handy. The rest, he figures he can always come out and grab later if needed. There wouldn’t be anyone left alive in here after he was done anyways.

Closing the lid, he climbs back into the driver’s seat and revs up the engine. The metal gates in front looked thicker than they actually were. He’d checked ahead of time. They were made to look nice but not necessarily be effective at keeping someone out. For instance, ramming through them with a car would be pretty easy. Which is what he planned to do.

Back the car up a good distance on the curly driveway, he holds the gas and brake down, letting his wheels spin before he releases the brake. The car lunges forward, gaining speed rapidly. With a crash, the gates are flung open by the sturdy metal body of the vehicle. Hob powers up the remaining driveway to the front of the house. He skids to a stop right at the front of the manor and bounces out of the car.

A guard is posted outside and jolts awake from his chair. He reaches for his gun but is too slow. Hob quickly draws his right side handgun and pops the man twice. The silencer muffles the sound of the shot as the bullets hit him straight in the chest. Blood pools through the dark uniform. He falls to the ground.

Hob dashes up the stairs and pats the man down. He was hoping for keys or a radio perhaps of which he finds both. There aren’t many keys on the ring, but he takes them anyways. One most likely opens the front door after all. He slots the radio onto his belt and proceeds to go through the keys until one clicks the door open.

The house is quiet. It is late at night after all and all the house staff should be gone at this hour. Hob wasn’t a complete monster. He doubts that the maids and cooks were onto any of the occult proceedings here and if they were, well. Hob has ways of tracking people down if he needs to.

He creeps forward, gun poised and ready as he rounds the corners. The main floor is relatively empty. There was a single guard that had been wandering the halls. Hob takes him out from behind and guides his body to the ground as to not make a sound. There’s a different key on this guard’s key ring. It’s thick and sturdy. More importantly, it looks old. He takes it.

Hob finds a sturdy metal door down the next hallway - probably where the guard had come from in the first place - and tests the handle. Locked, unsurprisingly. He holds up the newly acquired key and smiles. Yes, that’ll work. As tempted as he is to barge down there and free his friend immediately, he knows he needs to eliminate anyone else first so they can escape without worry. Pocketing the key once more, he continues his search through the house.

The second floor provides even less interest. No guards and no Alexander or Paul either. The third floor, however, that’s a different tale.

Hob pops the guard stationed outside of the bedroom. The man had been sleeping in the chair just outside. For all the wealth that Burgess had, it seems like it was wasted on paying these men.

He nudges the bedroom door open and is met with the sleeping figures of the elderly men who had kept his friend captive all these years. Rage burns within him as it has for the past six months since Death first dropped by. He’d gone off of the limited information she had and slowly pieced together a harrowing puzzle of his friend’s absence. 1916 brought with it the sleepy sickness. 1916 brought Burgess into fame and fortune as his claims of the Devil in his Basement were spread, mostly with doubt. In 1916 his friend was forcibly ripped from whatever reality he resides in and has been kept in this dusty old manor ever since. And it was all because of the men here and his father before him.

Hob feels no guilt nor sadness when he draws his other gun, a revolver he’s favored for many years, and presses the cool barrel against Alexander’s forehead. The man stirs and Hob pulls back the lever with a click. His eyes open wide and he shakes as he takes in Hob’s looming figure. Alexander opens his mouth to speak but Hob just shakes his head. The other man’s jaw clamps shut.

“There is no bargaining. There is no begging. You’re going to die tonight and I’m going to tell you why. Then, I’m going to kill your husband in his sleep because while he wasn’t directly related to all of this, he was complacent, so I’ll give him the same courtesy I did the guards. Once that’s done, I’m dragging you out of your bed and into the damn basement that you’re holding my friend captive. You will scream and cry and plead like the pathetic excuse for a man I know you are while I slit your throat in front of him and the last thing you’ll see will be the greatest mistake of your miserable little life.”

Unsurprisingly, Alexander screams. The figure beside his shifts and Hob lifts the barrel of his gun up and fires it straight into the other man’s skull. The movement stills.

Hob holsters his gun and pulls the frail man from his bed by his hair as he continues to scream. He drags his body across the floor and out of the room. He drags him through the growing pool of blood from the guard stationed outside of their room and chucks him down the stairs just for the fun of it. Hob clambers down the stairs as Alexander cries and tries in vain to pull himself across the floor away from his own personal reaper. Reaching down, he grabs a fistful of the man’s nightgown and continues their trek to the basement.

The key fits like a glove and Hob pulls open the ancient heavy door. Alexander pleads with him, begging Hob to stop this, that he doesn’t know what he’s doing or what he’s freeing. He’s wrong, of course. Hob knows exactly who he’s freeing. He’s freeing his friend, even if the other man didn’t want to admit it.

The basement is cold. Much colder than the rest of the house and upon entering the windowless room, he’s pretty sure a part of that has to do with the bloody pools of water that surround...

Jesus wept... Hob wishes he could revive everyone just so he could kill them again. His Stranger sits in a damn ball of glass, suspended over the floor and worst of all, they’ve striped him down bare. There are metal spikes inside the fucking thing too so the poor sod can’t even lie down if he wanted. A flood of rage hits him again like a hammer. He barely processes his actions as he shoots the two guards to their right dead. He barely hears Alexanders screams and cries. Adrenaline courses through him as he approaches his friend.

His Stranger stands, hunched over because of course the damn thing is too short for him to even stand fully. His hands are pressed against the glass and his eyes are open wide. He mouths his name as a single tear falls down his face.

Hob jerks Alexander’s body forward, pushing him into a kneeling position, holding the man’s weak body up by his hair. He reaches down and pulls out the blade in his boot and presses it against the man’s neck, all the while, staring up at his friend.

“You made a mistake, Burgess. Your father made a grave one many years ago but he’s dead and unfortunately, I can’t kill a dead guy, much as I’d like to. But you didn’t do a damn thing. So now, I get to kill you.” Hob says, pressing the blade a bit harder. The skin underneath begins to break. Not enough to kill the man. It’s closer to that of a shaving cut, but it makes the man beneath him struggle against his hold.

“Please! Please, I beg of you, don’t do this! I didn’t want this!” Alexander pleads. “Please, I wanted to let him go, I did! I just wanted to be sure he wouldn’t come after me and Paul. Oh God, oh Paul.”

His Stranger’s eyes burn into him, those bright blue eyes seem to be lit from within as he watches intensely.

“But you didn’t let him go, did you? You didn’t do anything. You just left him here to rot. And you would have continued to do so until you died, wouldn’t you?” Hob’s voice is cold as steel as he tugs on the man’s hair.

“Oh God, no, please. I swear I never wanted any of this! This is all my father!”

“No. No these past few decades have all been you. You can’t blame your sins on a dead man. Not anymore. So now you’ll pay the price for trapping my friend down here like a goddamn curiosity display.”

“Please no! Plea-” The man’s cries are drowned out by the gurgling of blood as Hob swiftly slices through the man’s neck.

“A gift,” he says, staring up at his friend. “For you.” Hob tosses the man’s body off to the side. Blood pools up, spilling over his chest from the wound and out of his mouth. His eyes are wide with fear as he falls down to the side. His hands press against the slash, but it’s hopeless. It doesn’t take long for his movement to still.

Hob watches it. As Alexander Burgess dies on the cold concrete, the rage in Hob’s body fades with it, replaced with sadness and exhaustion. He turns to his friend who watches him, his mouth parted, almost in awe. He steps forward and examines the cage. There are some sort of runes painted into the floor that he assumes are important. He scratches his heel against them, testing their resilience only to be met with the easy smearing of golden paint.

Pathetic, Hob thinks to himself. They couldn’t even get high quality paint. He doesn’t have much time to think much else as he’s suddenly tossed backwards by a force stronger than anything he’d ever felt before. It was as if a bomb had gone off inside the cage and, looking up, he wonders if it did. The glass is party shattered and a whirlwind of… something, Hob’s honestly not sure what. Magical clouds? Sure, magical clouds. They swirl around his friend as he steps out of the cage, flowing black robes forming around his body as he sets foot on the ground. He steps forward and the clouds fade until it is just him, his friend, and the carnage around them.

Hob stumbles up to his feet and smiles as he walks over to his Stranger. He goes to ask if he needs anything, but he’s beaten to it.

“Hob Gadling,” His friend says with an easier smile than he’s ever seen on the man’s face. “You came. I did not think...”

“I’d always come for you. Especially if you need me.”

His friend’s eyes are red with the threat of tears. “How did you find me? I could not speak in your dream.”

“Your sister helped.” His friend’s eyes widened.

“My sister.”

“Yeah,” he says, adjusting his jacket from where it had gotten blown out of sorts from the magic blast. “Apparently something with that dream I had the other night let her ask me for help? She didn’t really explain, or give me all that much information, honestly, but she had given me the name Burgess. Took a bit to figure out where you were and get what I needed, but I wasn’t about to let you sit down here another day longer if I could help it.”

A tear falls down his friend’s cheek. “I owe you a great debt, Hob Gadling.”

“No debt owed. It’s what friends do after all,” he says, looking down at his blood stained boots.

A hand tugs him close and suddenly he is nearly nose to nose with his friend. There is an expression on his face, one that Hob can’t quite parse. “You would still name me friend after all you had said to me?”

“Wha-”

“You promised to woo me, after all. Was this not simply the start of it? Rescuing me like a blushing maiden in a fairy tale? Spilling blood in my name like a loyal knight to his king?” His friend purred. His eyes were hooded as he stared down into Hob’s eyes. He can see a dart of his pink tongue in his peripheral and Hob can feel the quickly growing erection pressing against the thick denim of his jeans. He’s glad his friend is holding onto him because he’s pretty sure if he hears his friend say another word with that voice, his knees are going to give out on him.

“Would you like that?” He asks, his breath growing short as his friend looks at him like he’d like to devour him. Hob swallows. “I would, you know. I did. I’d kill more for you, if you’d like. Whatever you want. It’s yours. I’m yours.”

“Such a wonderful gift, but a dangerous thing to promise. Are you certain?”

“Always,” he pants. His friend’s eyes flash, the blue swirling into blackness as he leans forward.

Lips capture his own and they are just as soft as he remembers from his dream. Oh God, yeah, his knees are giving out. Between the adrenaline of this whole evening and the magical bomb blast thing, this, right here, this is what’s going to have him killed.

He moans into his friend’s mouth and shakily grips into the silky robes he wears as he feels a smooth tongue curl inside of him. He’s not sure how long they stay there, but it’s long enough that Hob’s vision is turning black from the lack of air. Wouldn’t be the worst way to go, honestly. And he’s tempted to let it when his friend pulls back, but not far. Just far enough that Hob can take in a gasp of air.

“Fuck,” he wheezes as he struggles to maintain balance.

“That can be arranged,” his friend hums. Maybe Hob had died and this was actually heaven.

He hears his friend sigh, the air caressing his face. “I must return to my realm. It has been absent far too long.” His friend releases his hold on Hob and he mentally pats himself on the back for only stumbling, not collapsing. The upward curl of his friend’s lips sends Hob’s heart soaring again.

“Right,” he says as his brain comes back online. “Uh. Do you… need a lift anywhere? Not sure I can drive to another realm, but I can get you out of this town at least.”

His friend shakes his head and tilts his head upward. His eyes dart around as if he’s searching for something unseen. “No,” he says, smiling a moment later. “No, I have found a means to return. But I will come back to you soon, Hob Gadling. This, I swear.”

His friend’s eyes are pitch black when they meet Hob’s gaze once more. It sends a chill down his spine and does nothing to help his aching prick. “Wait!” He calls out as his friend raises his hand. His Stranger arches his brow, but pauses his movement. “Before you leave, can I know your name, at least?”

His Stranger blinks. “My sister did not tell you it?”

Hob shakes his head. “Said it was your secret to tell, not hers.”

His Stranger huffs affectionately and raises his hand upward. With a smile, he says, “You may call me Dream.”

“Dream,” Hob whispers as he watches the figure of his friend fade away, not unlike the memory of a dream. He stands there, letting the mixed cocktail of emotions flow through him. Eventually, he moves, going through the motions of disposing of a crime scene (at least any evidence that would tie himself to it). Once all the damning bits are properly disposed of or at least brought with him to dispose of later, he makes his way back up the stairs, into his car, and heads back home, eagerly awaiting when his Stran- no - when Dream would visit him again.

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curtis sister!reader hcs?

(idk dude, with the gang or just with the curtis')

The Outsiders x Curtis Sister!Reader

Authors Note - I don't know exactly what you meant, so I'm just winging it. Enjoy! Ps: I did the whole gang, so some of these are platonic (because their you're siblings, duh) P.P.S: You're Sodas twin, it's just easier and you're in a better age range. Yeah.

Darry Curtis -

Since Darry is more laid back on Soda, I think he'd be laid back with you, too. Only difference is he's way more protective of you. Only thing is he has no idea what to do with you since you're female. He tries, though. Like if some guy broke your he'd beat their ass. Anytime a new partner comes he gives them the dad-style lecture. Pretty much the ideal big brother.

Sodapop Curtis -

Well you are twins, so it's only logical you're close. If I'm being honest people have probably thought you two were dating. Like you're both hot as hell. So everything someone asks you both are like 'Ew, we're literally siblings.' You two are basically joined at the hip. Not like matching outfits close, you two have different lives, but you and Soda tell each other everything. Since you both have middle child problems, it makes sense. Basically you 2 are besties.

Ponyboy Curtis -

Literally talks to you about everything. Girls? He comes to you. School? He comes to you. You're like the one big sibling he can open up to. Somethings he tells Soda, others he tells you. He finds comfort in you since you kind of remind him of mom. No one else sees it, but he does. You two argue, he's your little brother, it's only logical. Mostly about really stupid shit like he ate the last piece of chocolate cake pr something. But despite that you two are really close. Yahoo.

Dallas Winston-

Since he comes to the Curtis house a lot, he sees you a lot. And since your Sodapop's twin, you're hot as hell. You can see where this is going. The gang caught on whenever Dal would start inviting you to hang out with them. Or if you'd leave and he coincidentally had to go meet Buck at the same time. Anyways you're dating, he treats you as nice as Dallas Winston can. Darry hates it. Of all the nice boys you could've dated you picked the one most likely to break your heart. He's caught Dal sneaking in at least 5 times. Anyways Dal treats you pretty well, so eventually Darry treats him like he used to. It takes a while, though. A lot of glares.

Johnny Cade -

He met you whenever you wandered into the kitchen for something. The whole gang waved like you were a normal occurrence, so Johnny went with the crowd and waved back. He almost fell off the arm of the couch when you smiled and waved back at him. Honestly, your siblings were all for this. Johnny's the sweetest thing alive, he's your best option. Heck, Soda probably set you two up. Once you two started dating Darry didn't really care. It's Johnny, he had no reason to threaten him with a loaded shotgun. Johnny still gets nervous around Darry, though. Plus one time Pony walked in on you two kissing and it was awkward for them for like 4 weeks. Other then that it's like you aren't even a Curtis sibling.

Two-Bit Mathews -

He met you whenever you came out to hang out with the gang since you got bored of studying. He cracked some jokes like he usually does, but once he realized you thought he was funny, he made a scary amount of jokes, even for him. The gang noticed it, Darry was already like 'fuck no'. He's practically an alcoholic, you're too good for him. Somehow he pulled you, and Darry isn't as protective, but he still glares. Like if Two-Bit invites you to a party, somehow Darry pops out of thin air and glares. It's scary. But eventually it just becomes normally and everyone's okay with it. Anytime Two makes a dirty joke Darry silently threatens him with his life, though.

Steve Randle -

You came over to DX one time to ask Soda what he wanted for dinner. Instead you were met with Steve, who had no idea you were Soda's twin sister, and started hitting on you. Eventually Soda, you two talk, Steve connects the dots. He doesn't care though, he keeps flirting with you everything he sees you. Eventually you two start dating. Soda thinks it's weird, like his best friend is literally dating his female self. Steve didn't see it, though. Darry isn't too strict, I mean sure Steve's a dumbass but he doubts he'd hurt you. So no one really cares except Soda. He'll never see you or Steve the same.

#the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders #dallas winston #sodapop curtis #johnny cade #steve randle #two bit mathews #ponyboy curtis #darry curtis #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders sodapop #the outsiders johnny #the outsiders darry #the outsiders ponyboy #the outsiders two bit #the outsiders dallas #the outsiders hcs

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fanficriter · 9 months

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can u do kaidou shun dating hcs!?!?!?

UM YES I LOVE HIM????

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Dating Kaidou Shun

Warnings - None

Characters - Kaidou Shun

Gender neutral reader

Notes - Sorry this is a bit short, I’m a bit sick atm

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- If you dress in Emo/Gothic clothes, expect him to fall for you like 10 times faster

- When he finally asked you out, he slide you one of those notes with the little yes or no checkboxes down the bottom

- He is definitely scared if the dark, he won’t admit it

- “The Jet Black Wings is scared of nothing! C-could you turn the light back on though?”

- He loves it when you play along with his little fantasies, it makes him feel loved

- LOVES physical affection!! But he does get very shy, especially when it’s in public

- Very shy when it comes to kisses. He will give you a peck on the lips and run away blushing

- If you surprise him with a kiss, he kinda just stands there for a moment, trying to figure out what just happened

- He is a clingy little shit tbh

- Loves cuddling with you sm

- He also love quality time, he’s inviting you everywhere everyday at all times

- Study sessions together always 🙏🙏

- If his mum likes you, expect home cooked meals every time you come over

- Literally is a shaking, nervous ball when meeting your parents

- “I promise to take care of them! I-indubitably!!”

- Your parents love him

- I feel like he really good with kids, so if you have younger siblings, they absolutely adore him

- Every time he comes over they will run up and hug him

- You feel like they love him more than you atp

- Has a huge hero complex, so he will protect you from all the bullies! But your usually the one whose protecting him…

- When his classmates make fun of him for talking about Dark Reunion, your always there to comfort him

- He doesn’t know how to swim, so you teach him. He tries to act tough though the whole thing

- “If I released my full power in the water… i’d course a tsunam- Y/N HELP IM DROWNING”

- For your birthday he always has a homemade present and a 10 page essay for a card

- He was definitely a night core kid

- Angel with a shotgun is HIS JAM (me to)

- He uses emoticon while texting

- “Hey angel! ^_^ Do u want to go get ramen with me tmrw? o(｀ω´ )o”

- Can also speak irl with them??? He just does it and no one says anything about it

- Your name is his phone is definitely something like ‘My Fallen angel’ or ‘My Queen/King of Darkness’

- Is oddly good at singing?

- Every time he’s in the shower you hear him having his own little concerts

- He’s insanely talented at eyeliner

- Will sit in your lap and do yours if you let him

- MATCHING HALLOWEEN COSTUMES ARE A MUST!!!

- This could very from being bacon and eggs, to being undead lovers, he doesn’t care! As long as he gets to look cute with you, he’s up for anything!

- He’s always talking about you to his friends

- “Me and Y/n went to the movie theatre yesterday!!”

- “Check you this cool ring Y/n got for me!

- “Did you see Y/n’s outfit today?”

- Your his first real partner, and he loves you a lot. You guys are always looking after each other!

- Also he’s a twilight fanboy so you have a twilight wedding 🙏🙏

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I love Kaidou Shun goodnight tumblr (´-ω-`)

#the disastrous life of saiki k.#fanfic writing #tumblr #ao3 #the disaster of psi kusuo saiki #the disasterous life of saiki k #shun kaidou #kaidou shun x reader #kaidou shun #kaidou x reader #k #saiki k #kusuo saiki #fandom #fanfic #writers on tumblr #tumblr fanfic

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moondirti · 1 year

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call of duty masterlist.

darkfics are in red / mostly female readers! MDNI / AO3

cigarettes out the window ONESHOT. EXPLICIT. 9K WORDS

" It’s not hard to believe that the sidewalk could collapse in the weight of his presence. A distinct vacuum, all consuming yet contained. You wonder if he wears those layers for varied causes. Forked paths; keep out, stay in. " or: stakeouts and cigarettes

↳ IN THE SAME VERSE: jealousy / shotgun / nsfw alphabet / sad sex.

give peace a chance ONESHOT. EXPLICIT. 3K

" He’s surrounded by the safe walls of your home, but he’s in over his head. " or: you’re always there, waiting for him

cabin fever ONGOING. DARKFIC. 6K+

“Aren’t you supposed to be an– an animal… Or something.” You choke. “Or something.” It answers. or: you are a witch trapped at home by a devastating blizzard. ghost is the demon that answers your call.

↳ CHAPTERS: part one. / part two

birdhouse ONESHOT. DARKFIC. 3K

Aching jowls, frothy lips. Ageing, dirty beast – thrown the most delectable fucking bone. Because it's her. Cut straight from the centrefold of his favourite magazine and pasted a mere four feet away. or: simon sees a familiar face.

corruption / 18+ DRABBLE. praise / SFW DRABBLE. sunshine / SFW DRABBLE. rain / 18+ DRABBLE safehouse signup / 18+ DRABBLE / part two

thirsts –

teasing / taking charge / miscellaneous / throat fucking / chronically ill / nipple play / freak

charcoal. ONESHOT. EXPLICIT. 2K

" This is what the poets eulogise, this ‘swete breeth’ reverence. Zephyrus – he’s zephyr adjacent – the god of westerly wind. But he places you on a shrine like he’s not the being made of sun; touches you with a prayer imbued into his callouses – barnacled reminders of his life as Soap. " or: you and johnny draw portraits of one another

thirsts –

spit / what do i even call this

genesis ONESHOT. EXPLICIT. 8K

" It’s the first time you truly see him – this much of him, anyway. And he’s startlingly younger than you would’ve thought, hair still packed a uniform brown, the occasional wisp of grey speckled in the midst. " or: the progression of a spite-fuelled relationship

a pearl ONESHOT. EXPLICIT. 2k

" Still scarred; you don’t think he’s ever not been. Still scarred, yet vivid enough to accept a gentle caress he said helped muffle the phantom pain. He’d tell you the stories as you did (hardly ever pleasant), and you’d cherished them enough to remember." or: what follows bloodshed

thirsts –

romantic

pink in the night GAZ X BALLERINA! READER

part one. / part two.

thirsts –

proving a point / humping

the dahlia verse GHOAP x PREG! READER.

part one. / part two. / part three. / part four.

appraisal / GAZ x f! READER x PRICE hard to get / GHOAP x f! READER

thirsts –

the 141's top kinks / lingerie preferences

headcanons / KÖNIG subbing / RUDOLFO PARRA wing man / RUDOLFO PARRA

#simon 'ghost' riley x reader #johnny 'soap' mactavish x reader #captain john price x reader #kyle 'gaz' garrick x reader #rudolfo parra x reader #könig x reader #call of duty #fanfiction #masterlist

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lokiswifeduh · 1 year

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Bad Date

pairings: Bucky x fem!reader

warnings: disrespect for servers, forceful touching, unwanted kissing, John walker, fluff at the end.

summary: You go out on a date set up by Tony, which goes horribly. You come home and tell Bucky all about it in which he comforts you.

WC: 1,182

A/N: I had a really crappy date like this a couple of months ago so this is the retelling of that and how I wish it had ended, thank you for reading!

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“Hey where are you going?” You looked over to see Bucky peeking his head above the couch, one of the sitcoms Wanda loved playing loudly in the back.

You walked over, leaning on the back of the sofa. “Going on this date Tony set me up on.” Bucky’s brows went up as he nodded slowly. “Who is he?” Shrugging, you tucked your phone into your back pocket and fished out your keys. “His names John, last name starts with a ‘W’ I think.”

Bucky pursed his lips, “And where are you going?”

You let out a laugh, “A restaurant. You ask too many questions Buck.” He tilts his head in agreence, “Call me if you need anything, doll.” You smile down at him, “I will.” Bucky’s lips curve up in a goofy grin, “And be home by eleven or I’ll hunt him down with a shotgun.” Laughing genuinely, you gesture to the TV, “You’ve been watching too many 50s’ sitcoms...” Walking away you open the door and shout out, “Don’t wait up!”

But after 20 minutes of being on the date, you were really hoping Bucky had waited up. The guy was the exact copy of your ex boyfriend. He had the same voice tone and even the same haircut.

You ordered a water and hot wings, same as he did but when the waiter came he looked at her with a rude expression; as if her doing her job was interrupting. He was only talking about himself anyway.

Sighing you took a other drink of your water, watching as he only paid attention to the TV behind your head. “So where are you from?” “Hmm?” He hummed, watching the apparently more interesting game behind you.

You rolled your eyes, taking the last bite of your wing. “Are you guys ready for the check?” Looking at him across from you he was staring at, you a blank expression on his face. You looked back up at the server, smiling. “Yes, please. Thank you.”

Bringing back the check, he instantly grabbed it making your heart soar for at least one thing going right. He threw thirty dollars down, the waitress collecting it hastily. “I had a fun time.” He smiled over at you with a crooked smirk. You chuckled lightly, not knowing what to say.

You weren't having a good time. Yet you forced the words from your mouth, “Me too.”

“Here’s the change.” The waitress placed the money down on the table, only for John to put all the four dollars of change back into his wallet, not even bothering to tip. She grabbed the empty drinks, not waiting for something she knew he wasn’t leaving. “Oh uhm-” “You ready?” You were about to say something when he abruptly stood, gesturing to the door. You nodded, “Yeah, I’ll catch up with you outside, I just need to use the restroom.” His eyes widened a little bit before he walked away, not even bothering to say anything. You groaned, the server catching your eye from across the room. “Hey!”

You were able to catch her before she disappeared into the kitchen, making her turn around with a confused look on her face. “Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t know he was gonna do that, here you go.” You pulled out your wallet, holding out a fifty dollar bill. Her eyes widened as she shook her head, “Are you sure? I don’t want to be an inconvenience.”

It was your turn to shake your head, “I promise, it’s okay. I’m sorry for his behavior.” She hesitantly took the bill from your hand, holding it tight in her palm. “First date?” She questioned, making you nod. “Yeah, and last.”

“Good,” She scoffed, “I feel sorry for the poor woman who ends up with him.” Giving you a smile she thanked you once more, walking into the kitchen as you made your way out to John. He was standing by his truck, the run down vehicle definitely needed work, and a new paint job.

Without a word he grabbed you by your waist, pulling you into him forcefully. You grunted, surprised by his actions. Looking down at you, his hands traveled down until he gripped your ass tightly, bruising tight.

“Ow,” You muttered under your breath before softly pushing yourself out of his arms. “Where you going babe?” He chuckled, dipping his head down and kissing you. Your eyes shot open as he moaned and grunted, trying to stick his tongue down your throat.

You beeped your car alarm, the custom Lamborghini; a gift from Tony, illuminated in the dark parking lot. Pushing off of him, you subtly wiped his saliva from your lips and part of your chin, “I have to get home,” You gestured, finally making it to your car as he waited for a further explanation in the spot beside you. “Early meeting.” You opened your door, about to get in before he shouted.

“I’ll call you.” You ignored him, getting in your car and shutting the door before he could say anymore. Without even turning on the music you reversed and sped from the parking lot, desperate to get back to the tower.

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“Hey doll,” Bucky turned his head, smiling when you stepped through the door. But his grin soon died when he saw the exhausted and frankly disgusted look on your face as you slammed your bag and keys onto the kitchen island.

Bucky watched in confusion as you plopped down on the couch beside him, letting out a big sigh before kicking your heels off. “So, what happened?” He questioned, making you turn your head in his direction. “Men suck.” Bucky nodded, “We do.”

“And they’re disrespectful, arrogant assholes.”

“Do I need to kick someone’s ass, doll?”

You let your head fall onto Bucky’s shoulder, “Can you just hold me please.” And he did just that, wrapping his arms around you, he pulled your head into his side, tucking you into him. Your tight black mini-dress rode up in the process, Bucky pulling the material back down your thighs the best he could. “Wanna talk about it?”

You looked up at him, seeing the genuine concern written all across his face. “He was rude, ignoring me the entire time, he didn’t even tip-” “Wait, he didn’t tip the server?” You shook your head, a small spark of appreciation fluttering in your chest from the shock of Bucky’s words. “Plus when I was walking to my car he grabbed me and kissed me without even asking.” You could feel Bucky’s grip tighten on you protectively, making your heart soar at his touch.

You both sat in comfortable silence as you brought your hands to your lips, “I can’t believe I was stupid enough to think I could find a guy that wasn’t a total pig.” Bucky shook his head, “You deserve so much better, babydoll.”

You could feel Bucky’s shoulders start to loosen as he slowly dipped his head down, apparent of what he wanted. “Buck?” “Yeah?” “Don't stop.” Bucky leaned down, his nose brushing yours, “I wasn’t planning on it.”

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last-ofthe-starks · 2 years

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HOTD episode 5 Easter eggs and thoughts:

Some slight but important changes to the timeline and order of events worth noting:

In Fire and Blood, Rhaenyra and Laenor’s wedding actually took place over the course of seven days, it did not end on the first night and require a shotgun wedding from the recollection in the book.

At one of the competitions, Criston beat Harwin Strong who was the strongest man in the realm, but we do not see them face off this episode.

Then, Criston faces Joffrey and beats him within an inch of his life with his favorite weapon, Morningstar. In the book, Joffrey suffers a brain injury and died six days later whereas there is NO denying he is dead on the show.

In the book Rhaenyra and 17 and Laenor is 20 at the time of the wedding in 114, while in the show Rhaenyra is at least 18 according to the last episode.

By the time this wedding takes place in the show, Criston Cole was already Lord Commander of the Kingsguard in the books.

We open the episode with Rhea Royce, who –in the brief moments we saw her – came across as a woman who would certainly give Daemon a run for his money and see right through his shit. And while there is a small part of me heartbroken that my boo Daemon did kill his wife (although we never see it on camera), this whole show is an excellent character study on Daemon as a character. His trip to the Vale was due to Viserys’ banishment sure, but when we see him and Rhea meet on the road it doesn’t actually look like he planned to murder her. The way it was shot makes it clear she drew a weapon first and her horse was spooked, but it did not appear that Daemon actually did anything. It was only when he end he walked away and she said something to him that he was prompted to pick up the rock and finish the job. Clearly that wasn’t a planned way to rid her but like most Daemon plans, he wings it. When Daemon dances with Rhaenyra, he sort of confirms he planned to rid himself of Rhea by telling her that he no longer has a wife and could put a stop to the whole wedding for her. He clearly wished to accomplish this task prior to her wedding day.

I like how they’ve addressed the unraveling of Rhaenyra and Criston on the show. It is believable that Criston would be so hurt by Rhaenyra’s response to his offer. The man broke and oath and his entire life as he currently knows it is due to her kindness and position. For her to have favored him, chose him as her protector, confide in him, and then later have him break an oath with her, it’s little wonder he thought she loved him just as much back. The way Criston asks her to escape with her and be free of her position and responsibility was a great way to weave together the rumors from Fire and Blood and also flesh out those rumors into a believable conversation with a heartbreaking end for Sir Criston.

Emily Carey (Alicent) was so great in this episode. It was the first time we actually see Alicent grow up and take the rose colored glasses off. We as viewers can see that she’s only seeing and being given bits and pieces of information, and surmising her decisions based on those bits. We get our first real debut of Master of Whispers, Larys Strong, and see his role in essentially starting the war. As viewers we can see she is getting parts of the truth but in the case of Criston Cole, some of her assumptions are incorrect. This long game of telephone is a great way of explaining how each chip fell to create what will be a giant, convoluted mess.

Speaking of Alicent and Criston, I really was surprised that Criston immediately fessed up to sleeping with Rhaenyra to Alicent. I thought for her in his anger he would have accused Rhaenyra of sleeping with Daemon to get back at her but no, he fessed up to it. This will add such an added layer to their dynamic as now Alicent has a very significant piece of information to hold over Criston’s head.

The king ain’t doing too hot, and wow, his arm was disgusting. Viserys in this episode is fighting so many things; his health being number one. We can see that it is rapidly declining and they are really at a loss for what to do for him. On top of that, his wife is beginning to use her own brain and fight back in the wake of her fathers dismissal, and the girl who was once so innocent and agreeable is about to become an enormous problem for him. Partner that with trying to repair a fractured relationship with Corlys, the return of his brother who he knows probably just murdered his own wife, and the image of Daemon taking Rhaenyra’s face in his hands at her own wedding celebrations as though they meant to kiss. THEN the poor dude has to have a shotgun wedding and cancel all of the fun, he truly can’t win.

Alicent walking into the hall in her green dress…shots fired. Then she hit us with the double whammy when she called Rhaenyra “Step-Daughter” in front of everyone. You can tell Rhaenyra knows she is onto something and her white lie didn’t hold up too well. I highly doubt she realizes that Criston Cole has thrown her under the bus for the first of many times.

I hate the Larys the club foot, so that means they are doing a great job with him.

Daemon waltzing into the hall unannounced and uninvited…a man after my own heart. Paddy’s acting in this scene was incredible, he portrays sooo much with just a look. And honestly, so does Matt Smith. Every scene we get between those two has been perfect.

The Vearyon’s are so hot. So hot. We get our first glimpse of Laena and Daemon together and you can tell they have great banter and she is GORGEOUS so naturally Daemon is attracted but I don’t think at this point it is a love at first sight sort of thing with them. Rhaenyra and Daemon never had a chance to finish their conversation before she was whisked away and married, so I’ll be curious how they explain Daemon and Laena next episode.

Sir Joffrey instigating Criston was excellent, he was perfectly dickish and you can see Criston slowly unraveling all episode but to see just how far he’s fallen was crazy. In the books Joffrey’s death was depicted differently. There actually were seven days of tournament and meals, one of which saw Criston Cole beating the crap out of everyone he faced including Harwin “Breakbones” Strong and killing Joffrey, the Knight of Kisses.” Using Joffrey as the straw that broke the camels back makes the most logical sense for this storyline and I thought they did a great job. The half of his scull missing on camera I could have done without but I know that is par for this beautiful corse.

The end of this episode broke my heart how Claire (the director) made the decision to have a voice over of Laenor saying his vows overtop of the shots of Rhaenyra. You can see both of their hearts breaking and it was so well done. It also helped so that Rhaenyra truly cares for him and despite their arranged marriage, she has his best interest at heart. His whole life just ended in a sudden blow and Rhaenyra clearly feels so strongly for Laenor. It is that mutual respect that Milly was able to capture so perfectly. He feels all alone and now Rhaenyra doesn’t have Criston or Daemon, so to see them both on that altar broken hearted was truly so sad and well done.

Speaking of Daemon, where did he go when all hell broke loose? Why is Harwin swooping in and not Daemon? The man is a mess.

I like that the director left it unclear if Daemon and Rhaenyra ever kissed but I’m sure someone in that room would have seen if it they did. To hear Rhaenyra question Daemon’s intentions again and ask him for such a huge ultimatum (to cut down the Kingsguard and whisk me away from here) was so great. But then Daemon never truly gets an opportunity to answer her or do those things either way. The fight breaking out disrupts their conversation and before the night is over she’s a married woman. When we see an aged up Rhaenyra next week I hope we get some insight into Daemon’s headspace and recalibrate Rhaenyra and Daemon’s relationship with one another.

Next episode we will have a lot of new characters (lots of kids) and a significant time jump but I want to shout out how amazing Milly and Emily both were as young Rhaenyra and Alicent. I will truly miss them both, especially Milly. It’s been some time since I saw a show have a younger and older version of the characters and it’s not an easy thing to pull off, but I’m optimistic and just hope next episode doesn’t feel like filler to establish the new players in this show.

#house of the dragon #hotdedit #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #gotedit #hotd #game of thrones #hotd spoilers #asoiaf #daemon x rhaenyra #hotd 1x05

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year

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Okay, okay, okay... Hear me out-

Yandere Hades, Poseidon, Thor, Beelzebub, Lucifer, (and any opposing deity opponent you can add) vs a horror protagonist (y/n).

A horror protagonist (y/n) that goes to any universe that deals with the cryptic, supernatural and horror, and this (y/n) is very smart and quick with how much experience and time they have experienced being in different horror genre (like the backrooms, slasher, cult, zombie, or end of the world, etc...) universes.

May (y/n) can nonchalantly (with dead fish eyes) say that they've dealt with deities and the supernatural and are successful with the termination, if it means to keep humanity intact then (y/n) will do whatever it takes to take their opponent down.

Thank you for listening, and take your time. 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♂️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♂️

-Having lived through countless scenarios that many would describe as something from a horror movie would sound rough.

-For you, it was any other day.

-You’ve survived against countless slashers, monster, evil spirts, summoned evil deities, at least 2 zombie viruses, faced the end of the world at least six times and you’ve punched the Devil himself in the dick twice.

-You’re pretty sure you could handle a fight against a god.

-When you finally did die, after choking on a chicken wing, you thought Valhalla was the greatest! You got to meet so many famous people, warriors of the past, and you finally thought you could live at least a bit normally.

-You were quickly proven wrong when a Valkyrie, Brunnhilde, asked you to fight for humanity.

-You didn’t have to listen to her whole speech about why you should save humanity, as you had done it multiple times already, what’s the difference between a fight to the death from any other time you had to do it?

-When you walked out, machete on your hip, six knives in your boots, a whip on your opposite hip, two hand guns on your thighs and a sawed off shotgun strapped to your back, you looked ready to kick some ass, but your bored look threw off your opponent.

-He pointed his weapon at you, curious as to why you had such a dead fish eye stare, “Aren’t you concerned about the fate of humanity? Their fate hangs in the balance in this right?”

-You rolled your eyes, popping one hip to the side, “When isn’t humanity’s fate in the balance? Please- between the zombie plagues and world-wide massive disasters I’ve been through, not to mention the primordial deities that threaten to destroy the world every other week, this ain’t anything new for me, sweetie!”

-Hades- He posture relaxed just a bit, “Ahh~ so you’re the one who send back all the demons who escaped from Helheim. I feel that I should thank you for sending them back. The amount of paperwork they cause me is a nightmare itself. However, I am curious what it would take for you to die, since you survived so many nightmares yourself.” You instantly grinned, grabbing your shotgun, “Come and find out then!” the gods were angry at your disrespect to Hades, speaking so casually to him, but Hades wasn’t bothered, in fact he was amused, finding your banter amusing. Your instincts were amazing, able to dodge blows at the last second, hitting him with sudden, surprise blows, the way you moved looked reckless, but the more he fought you, the more he could see this wasn’t the case. You certainly grabbed his attention, and now he wanted to see more, now intent on just incapacitating you in to a draw so he could learn more.

-Poseidon- Your disrespect, calling him sweetie, immediately made his blood boil and he was quick to charge at you, aiming to end this quickly. Your last second dodge made even his own eyes widen before he only just barely blocked your swipe with your machete, sparks flying off the side as the two weapons grinded against each other. You both went back and forth for a while, Poseidon becoming intrigued with your fighting style, when you seemed to be going for defensive you went offensive, and vice versa, so he had no idea when you were actually going to attack! You amused him when you managed to take his weapon but in return he managed to take your shotgun. The two of you paused, realizing what happened before he spoke, “Give me my trident!” you immediately shot back, “Gimme my shotgun back first!” you two went back and forth, as you had been in multiple standoffs like this. Zeus found the exchange hilarious, holding his gut and Poseidon did have to admit your stubbornness was rather impressive, giving you a shade of a grin, he wanted to know what other sides to you there were, right after he got his weapon back.

-Thor- He remembers the day he fought the frost giants, that bloody battle where he defeated them all single-handedly, but he also remembered the aftermath, the amount of destruction left behind, the amount of death. To learn that you were a survivor of so many tragedies made him concerned, hearing about what humanity had been dealing with over the past several years. To eradicate them now, after so much suffering, just seemed cruel to those had survived. He instantly lowered Mjolnir and spoke, his voice carrying, “I forfeit the match! Humanity has dealt with enough! We should do better at protecting them after everything they’ve been through recently!” the uproar was initially loud, furious at him while you stood, arms folded, waiting for the gods to debate as they started listing off everything that had happened and that so many humans had been killed. Many saw it was now unfair to put the state of the Earth on the shoulders who had managed to survive everything. You ended up not fighting Thor, instead shaking his hand, as you were happy to not have to fight, and he asked you out for a drink, wanting to know exactly what all you had survived, curious about your fighting spirit.

-Beelzebub- He was curious about you, wanting to know about what you had survived, anyone who had survived that many near death experiences must be an extraordinary person. He analyzed you as the two of you fought, watching how you easily dodged his blows, used momentum to propel yourself suddenly to the side, showing your fighting instincts, your instincts to survive. Beelzebub wasn’t sure what to make of you, he had been longing for a way to die, forced to live with his curse and with the memories of the friends that he had unknowingly killed. Here you were on the other hand, facing death on the norm, willing to do whatever it takes to survive, willing to laugh in the face of death. He still remembers the news when the Devil said a human had punched him in the dick to defeat him, Beelzebub was pretty sure he broke two ribs from laughing so hard. Seeing your drive, your will to survive, made him want that for himself, he wanted a reason to survive, a reason to live. And you were quickly becoming that reason.

-Lucifer- His eyelid twitched lightly at your answer before he chuckled, “Sassy as ever I see Y/N!” you just beamed at him, your hands on your hips, teasing him with a wink, “Nice to see you too Lucy~” many of the gods were quick to yell at you for your disrespect while Lucifer chuckled lightly, having faced you in the past before, knowing you quite well. Your fight was entertaining, almost like the two of you were playing cat and mouse, throwing out banter between blows, “So what have you been up to since we last fought?” you shrugged, blocking his weapon with your shotgun, “Zombie outbreak, two serial killers, and a creepy clown doll that’s killed at least forty people- oh and California finally had that big earthquake and now it’s an island now! And then of course I died- choking on a chicken wing of all things!” the gods and humans watching could only gawk, hearing what you have gone through, hearing what humanity had gone through, especially so recently! Lucifer chuckled, “It makes our previous fight sound like a cake walk!” the two of you found enjoyment in fighting again, not wanting it to end, and Lucifer wanted to keep you around, you never failed to make him smile.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror hades #ror poseidon #ror thor #ror beelzebub #ror lucifer

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Epic Steddie Fic Rec | April 24th-May 7th 2023

Seems like spring has finally arrived for good and I am quite happy about it :)

Complete

🖤 Swing and a Miss by deadonarrival (Baseball Player Steve, Fake Relationship | 35K | Explicit): “Apparently they usually reserve the box for the wives and girlfriends … so either you’re gonna have to be my boyfriend or you’re going to have to sit in the stands with the fans. It’s not that bad, you just need to like, pretend to be my boyfriend so you can sit with the other WAGs and like, then you can be in the box and have all you can drink alcohol and snacks.” “Did you agree to this!?” Eddie asks. “If I say yes, how mad are you going to be?” Steve asks.

the reason comes (on the common tongue) by Beachfckerblake/ @stevebckley (Post-S2, A/B/O AU | 6K | Explicit): Eddie keeps Steve from succumbing to isolation syndrome after the fight with Billy and Steve offers to pay him back in a very creative way.

lose control by NicoBloodlust (PWP | 3K | Explicit): Steve has a plan. He’s going to seduce Eddie, but like, in a subtle way. Like he’s not trying at all like it's effortless. Except he’s actually trying really hard. He wants to make Eddie want him so badly, he’ll have no choice but to do something about it.

put your wings on me by hitlikehammers (Post-S4 | 4K | Mature): “Sorry. Again,” Steve breathes out once more like it’s Eddie’s for the taking, like they’re shotgunning just the fact of life between them and nothing more; “if that’s selfish.” — Or: a story about edibles, feelings, and the butterfly effect.

a cinematic vision ensued (like the holiest dream) by fivecenturiesverse/ @fivecenturiesverse (Post-S4 | 5K | Teen): Eddie and Steve have been spending a lot of time together since Vecna. They're co-parenting kids, getting high every night, and sleeping in the same bed. They basically share a wardrobe too. He thinks this is dangerous, its like they’re married, the casual sharing of intimacy, this space between them which feels like something and nothing all at the same time. He thinks it’s dangerous for him to pretend Steve sees it the same way, that one day Steve’s droopy, kind eyes are going to see right through him and he’ll lose this. This being a side of Steve’s bed that is his, a nightstand where his rings always pile, a draw of shirts in Steve’s bedroom that only Steve uses. He can’t lose it, so he shuts his mouth, turns out the light, and watches the slow breathing of sleep fill Steve’s chest.

like, for real? by NicoBloodlust (Post-S4 | 4K | Mature): But nothing could ever prepare him for what Steve does. Because Steve, fucking- Steve stands in front of him, close, really close, and looks at him, slowly and deliberately. Eddie can follow the exact path his eyes make, to his eyes, down his nose, over his jaw and chin, and finally, his lips. They linger there and then- then Steve takes a deep breath, so deep his chest rises and brings them even closer together and, still staring at Eddie with hooded, shiny, beautiful brown-green eyes, he sighs slowly. But it’s not just a sigh, it’s a sound, an almost but not quite moan.

where it counts by Adure/ @toburnup (Post-S4, PWP | 4K | Explicit): They finish the movie and when Steve pulls away, it's like Eddie's been branded, Steve's palm permanently emblazoned on his skin through his jeans. He must notice Eddie's hard-on but he doesn't say anything. They talk about the movie while Eddie keeps the blanket piled in his lap and wills his dick to calm down. "Next week?" Eddie asks on his way out, voice clumsy, tripping between words. "Yeah," Steve holds the door open for him, smiles easily like Eddie's not holding his jacket in front of him. So fucking obvious. "Next week."

a meeting between pages by loveinhawkins/ @loveinhawkins (Canon Divergent, S2 | 2K | Teen): There’s a table in the school library that’s nestled in the corner, right by a radiator; Steve has claimed it ever since his double block of ‘private study periods’ began. And it would be perfect, if his eyes weren’t instinctively drawn to movement at the front desk.Because for the past god-knows-how-long, Eddie Munson has been in a back-and-forth with the librarian.

an unconventional lookout spot by loveinhawkins/@loveinhawkins (Post-S3 | < 1K | General): It’s a long summer’s day—August 1985, to be precise—and all Eddie Munson wants to do is leave a broken down fridge in the junkyard. “I don’t know if you can dump those here, actually,” comes a voice from somewhere above. Eddie looks up and seriously contemplates the possibility that he’s contracted heatstroke while straining to remove the fridge from the back of his van. Because surely that’s not Steve Harrington sitting up on the roof of an old school bus like it’s a perfectly normal thing to do.

in for a penny, in for a pound by crushing (PWP, Virgin Eddie, Daddy Kink | 12K | Explicit): steve and eddie have been busy wasting time, getting high and telling dirty little secrets. the biggest of which being eddie's virginity and steve's seemingly insatiable lust. and maybe the crush they're both harboring.

WIP

🖤 better by you, better than me by palmviolet/ @palmviolet (Canon Divergent, Season 1-2 | 30/? | 158K | Mature | Warning: Violence): November 1983. Between unpaid bills, the supposedly straight jock he’s seeing, and letters from his convict dad, seventeen year old Eddie Munson’s got enough to worry about. But when Will Byers goes missing, it sparks a chain of events that will show there are more depths to Hawkins — and to certain people in it, like infamous Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington — than he realizes. / or, the excessively long slow-burn in which Eddie is involved in the Upside Down from the very beginning.

🖤 Reboot by plutosrose/ @plutosrose (Modern AU, Actor Steve & Eddie | 7/10 | 27K | Explicit): In 2012, Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson film a scene in the teen drama Normal Stuff that launches a popular ship on ao3. By early 2013, they aren’t speaking anymore. In 2024, Robin calls Steve with an offer to reprise his role as Andy Hartley in a reboot of their old show, with one important update–his character gets together with Eddie’s.

In Just Seven Days by Oddree13 (Modern AU, Fake Relationship | 3/7 | 6K | Mature): Steve doesn’t exactly care about relationships anymore. Not after Nancy broke his heart and Billy broke his face. He’s bored and just going through the motions the first time it happens. Noelle asks him on Monday if he’s busy that coming Friday and Steve figures why not? He takes her to the movies on Friday, takes her to bed on Saturday, and on Sunday he lets her down gently. She takes it in stride, and the next Monday it’s Jocelyn at his locker. Then Ginny. Then Cami. Soon a rumor starts that Steve Harrington will accept anyone who asks him out at the beginning of the week and end their relationship after seven days of dating. Eddie doesn’t believe the rumors. After all, to say Steve Harrington would ignore the glaring asterisk of heteronormativity is just insane. But when he catches the King being tardy on a Monday he puts his theory to the test. Suddenly Eddie has a boyfriend for the next seven days. Now he just has to not fall in love.

No More Retreating by 3MinsOver (Post-S4 | 4/5 | 39K | Explicit): When Eddie Munson doesn’t kick the bucket in the Upside Down, he realizes there are a whole load of things he might have died without doing. And who’s there to help him out? Why, Steve Harrington, of course.

oh, just one night more (and then i'll close the door) by Smalls (Time Travel, Post-S4 Fix-It | 13/25 | 33K | Mature): Steve closed his eyes, raised a hand to wipe the tears pouring down his face, and spared a moment to wish that he could go back in time. He thinks if given the chance, he could have become friends with Eddie. That things could have been different. Then he heard a horn blaring and abruptly remembered he was driving. *** (or steve has a lot of regrets and the universe decides to let him try and fix a few)

#steddie #steddie fanfiction #steddie fic #steddie fic rec #epic steddie fic rec #steddie fanfic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things

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Can I have a platonic scenario with the teathers and a muichiro reader

Imagen they came from the demon slayer universe and them finding out they risk their life to fight demons and they came with the crow who is like a reminder for them. (it's the only crow that hats crowly because they are not responsible enough they like the rest tho )

imagine Sam's friends on the other side telling his about their past and why they suffer amnisia and Sam telling the

rest of the staf about it.

Them finding out they're dating Malleus and them having a shift watching them on their cloud gazing dates

Crowy: who is this sassy lost child.

Crewel : who is the responsible father figure having the time of his life making outftes for them showing favourinsm towards them

Ashton : being empress by their stamina the kid can outrun him

Mozus: letting them play with lusifer in class and giving them memory notes about class

Sam : being the brothers figure intested in the world and breathing techniques

MY FIRST STAFF REQUEST!!! YESSSSSS!!! Also, the Twisted version of Lucifer the cat is Lucius, in case you forgot! :)

THIS IS PLATONIC!!!

Dire Crowley

I fully believe that Crowley would take over as a father figure over you. After all, he is just so kind to do that for you. He is very protective of you and will do anything in his power to make sure that you are safe. If he asks you to do something dangerous, know that he is secretly very reluctant to ask you.

When you got isekai’d to Twisted Wonderland, you were immediately taken under Crowley’s wing (pun intended). He noticed that you traveled with another crow, another one that could talk. You told him that back in your world you slay demons for a living and the crow guides you.

One day, Sam pulled Crowley aside. He told the headmage that his friends on the other side had told him that there was more to you than anyone would have guessed. He explained what had happened to you in your life, like the loss of your twin and your memories.

From that point on, Crowley treated you like you were made of glass. He was basically coddling you and you didn’t like it at all. You even bluntly told him that he wasn’t your father and so he had no right to be treating you that way. Never knew a crow could cry until that day.

When he finds out that you’re going out with Malleus Draconia, he doesn’t know what to think. He knows that the fae prince would treat you well, but he could snap at any moment and decide to abuse his power and keep you locked in a tower away from anyone and everyone.

Then he remembers that he has the power to expel any of the students and if the prince gets expelled from NRC, it wouldn’t look good among his subjects. However, it could and most certainly would start a political war.

Divus Crewel

Ah, yes… the more responsible father figure. Arguably the more favorable father figure. You are easily his favorite pup. Also, if you thought Crowley was too overprotective, think again. Crewel is that kind of dad that would have a shotgun out if your date doesn’t bring you home by 8.

When you get isekai’d to Twisted Wonderland, Professor Crewel takes the time to make sure you understand your predicament and lets it sink in slowly. Then, he would personally escort you to each class so you know where you are going. When he sees your crow, he doesn’t ask many questions about it. If he could, he would have a dog as a personal companion, so he understands.

One day, at a mandatory staff meeting, Sam told everyone what his friends on the other side told him. How exactly you got to be the way you are now, your amnesia, your twin, the fact that you are one of the top Demon Slayers back in your world.

After that meeting, Crewel keeps a close eye on you, but other than that he now knows that you can handle yourself. These students are weaker than the demons you had to face, so they would be a piece of cake to defeat.

Did not like that you were going out with the Diasomnia dorm leader. Like, he does not like it. As your present guardian, he did the whole “let’s meet him and intimidate him the whole time” and boy did it work. Malleus has never felt so scared, but if it was for you he would do anything. He gained some respect from Divus, but not his approval.

His favoritism towards you definitely shows. He will take you shopping for more comfortable and stylish clothing, as well as take you grocery shopping. In return, you manage to stay down-to-earth during your classes. It’s a fair trade in his eyes.

Ashton Vargas

He’s like that fun uncle everyone has. He’s not very overprotective, but more like that person you could go to when you get your heart broken and he will comfort you while telling you how to dispose of the body.

When you get isekai’d to Twisted Wonderland, he is there with you every step of the way. He doesn’t know what it’s like, but if you need to get stress out, he is having you train your abilities as well as your body so that you have an outlet. Think punching bags, running miles upon miles, while also running or holding the punching bag next to you if you need to tell him anything.

One day, he dropped his water bottle and it broke, and it’s important to stay hydrated. So, what did he do? Went to Sam’s shop for a new water bottle, of course! While he was there, Sam told him about your sorrowful tale. At least now he knows why you are faster than him!

You also tell him that while you spend time in TW, you are slowly regaining more and more memories. A lot of them come from training with him, so he will be even more motivated to work out with you. He will push you to your limit so that you can unlock more memories and gain a deeper understanding of who you were before the accident.

He’s pretty chill over you dating Malleus. As long as he treats you right and stays respectful, he’s got the a-ok. You appreciate it, and you tell him about what you did during your time with your boyfriend. It’s typically peaceful cloud-gazing, but sometimes y’all bring food and make a picnic out of it.

All in all, he’s pretty chill. 10/10 would replace him with my deadbeat biological father if I could. He would be your scary guard dog privilege. He’s always excited when he knows that he will be teaching your class on the days he does.

Mozus Trein

Basically the same as Divus. However, he’s had children of his own and knows what the heck he’s doing. He’s not overprotective either; ‘if someone hurts you, hurt them back’ kind of philosophy. Him as a father figure and him as a professor are 2 different people, btw.

When you get isekai’d to Twisted Wonderland, he will be quite curious about you. He would offer Lucius in hopes of comforting you as he tells you what is going to happen. However, Lucius doesn’t like your crow very much… he tried to eat the bird in the first 5 seconds. You then told your crow that it wouldn’t be the best idea for him to be there at that moment and he gladly flew to a nearby tree outside the window.

While getting more food for Lucius, Sam ushered him to the back of the shop for a private conversation. He had a concerned look on his face, so Mozus knew that it was serious this time. When he spilled the tea, Trein understood everything, why you’re so up in the clouds.

Like Crewel, he will keep a closer eye on you. However, he will be a tad more understanding if you can’t grasp the material at first. He will gladly tutor you if you need any help. Plus, he will give you his notes since he knows most of your friends either have not-so-great handwriting or they just don’t take notes altogether.

He doesn’t like that you’re dating Malleus, but you certainly could have done much worse. He’s grateful that you aren’t dating a complete idiot, but someone that would treat you the way you should be treated. He used to be married so he knows what love feels like, and he doesn’t want to keep you from experiencing that wonderful feeling.

He’s also grateful that you can’t really overblot with your lack of magic. However, that means you can just snap at any given moment: he can see that anger and rage is the underlying fuel to your fire. He always keeps tabs on you in case you show any signs of distress or anything like that so you can be calmed down before you actually behead someone.

Sam

My personal favorite. He is the older brother figure who would always be there for you. He will have his friends watch out for you in case you need help with anything. Also, in case you run into trouble with any students. He wants to watch as you beat their asses.

When you get isekai’d to Twisted Wonderland, he will take you to his shop so that he can get you all fixed up with everything you’re gonna need. He might throw in a stress ball because he gets how this might be stressful for you.

He makes a small deal with his friends from the other side to know more about you since you can’t seem to recall many memories from your past. When they tell him about their findings, he’s shocked. Also low-key terrified because he deals with dark magic a lot, so you might kill one of his ‘friends’.

He won’t keep a closer eye on you. He knows you can handle yourself. Instead, he’s eating popcorn on the sidelines as you bluntly call Ace stupid for running his mouth all the time and when you defeat a bunch of students with your skills as a swordsperson.

He’s pretty chill when he finds out you’re dating Malleus. He will often even give you date suggestions as well as help you get ready because he’s just that awesome. He acts like a teenage girl when you come back and asks you about everything that happened.

He’s the type of person who would get you out of doing things for Crowley by lying and saying you are needed at the shop. The headmage can’t say no because the school’s funds rely heavily on the school shop. In reality, he just lets you free cuz Crowley doesn’t have the right to push his duties onto you.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #dire crowley #dire crowley x reader #divus crewel #divus crewel x reader #ashton vargas #ashton vargas x reader #mozus trein x reader #mozus trein #twst sam #twst sam x reader

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Don't Go Fallin'

eddie munson x reader, fluff

summary: eddie doesn't want you falling in love with steve harrington and for good reason.

a/n: mutual pining, steve being mr. wingman.

- request by @unbetaedimagines -

The beer cans were rolling around in the back of the van; music blasting so loud through the blown-out speakers, you were beginning to get a headache. Ignoring the pounding in your head, you snuck a peek at the driver. Eddie Munson’s fingers touched lightly at the steering wheel, drumming along to the music, you were afraid he would lose control. This was only your hundredth time riding shotgun in his car, and knew how he drove, but then he halted to a powerful stop at a light and your head snapped in his direction.

“Jesus, maybe not kill me today?”

He looked over, giving you a once over. “Don’t be so prissy.”

“Fuck you,” you mocked, reaching over to turn down the music. He protested but the light turned green, and your fingers snapped for him to get moving. “We’re going to be late, the party’s going to be mad.”

Eddie scoffed, taking his sweet time to enter the intersection. He waved a hand in the air and asked for you to pass him a smoke off his dashboard. You leaned forward and grabbed a cigarette from his pack and handed it over. He smirked, leaning in your direction so you could place the smoke in his mouth. Rolling your eyes, you placed it on his bottom lip and when his mouth shut, your face went warm.

“You gonna light it for me? Can’t take my hands off the wheels,” he explained wickedly, cigarette bopping up and down as he spoke. Saying nothing, you grabbed the lighter next to the pack of smokes; leaned over and held the burning flame to the smoke. His eyes remained on the road but for a split second, he stared at you before turning back to the window, hands tighter on the steering wheel. You watched as he moved back against his seat and continued to smoke hands free, telling you that the guys would wait.

“Can’t start without me.” He was right; he was dungeon master after all, but he didn’t have to be so smug. Or attractive. It irked you to no end, that you even found his dramatics and antics entertaining, or the way his hair was always sort of frizzy and wildly endearing. Hated that you admired the way he treated the freshmen in the party, was a bit rough around the edges but took them in under his wing. Of course, there were upsides to pining after Eddie Munson – he was a notorious flake, always late, and constantly flirting with any girl that knew how to breath. He was charming in all the wrong ways, which was in your favor; his overly charming ways hardly got him a date. And when he did manage to score a date, it never worked out. All his dates ended the same way, a call to you in the middle of the night to discuss what went wrong.

“They just aren’t right for you, it’s not a big deal, Eds.”

He would always sound relief when you encouraged that there was someone out there for him. Then his romantic woes would be forgotten and the two of you would stay up all night talking about nothing and everything until it was morning, and you had fallen asleep to his ramblings. What you didn’t know was that he always pretended to fall asleep too, finding your little snores soothing and when he eventually found his eyes growing heavy, he’d finally hang up the landline.

“I was thinking about asking Robin to join the party.”

Eddie laughed like it was a joke but stopped when he realized you weren’t messing with him. “No way band girl is going to want to join Hellfire.”

The van turned into the high school parking lot, empty because it was a Friday night, and no games were being played. You spotted the party hanging by the main entrance and noticed Steve was standing next to the lot, looking bored. Eddie spotted him too and rolled his eyes, turning off the van. He leaned back and shook his head. “No way – if Robin, by a miracle wants to join, she’s gonna drag Harrington with her. I hate that dude.”

“You don’t even know him,” you laughed, grabbing the binder off the floor. Eddie watched as you hopped out of the car and started towards the school’s entrance. A panic feeling rose in his throat, and he cursed, grabbing his smokes off the dashboard, and slamming the driver’s door, chasing after you. He jogged awkwardly to catch up, catching you by the elbow. You stopped and he stood in front of you, obstructing the view of the waiting party. Holding the DM binder against your chest, you asked what was wrong, noting the frantic look in Eddie’s eyes.

He swiped the hair from his eyes and shrugged. “I just don’t want Harrington in our party – its fine the way it is.”

“I don’t know what you have against Steve, but he’s actually a cool guy,” you explained; it was true, Steve’s standing in school had been the resident ‘popular jackass’ but after working with Robin and him at Family Video, you found out there was more to him than all that. “He’s kind of lame, but in a decent way.”

Eddie’s face dropped. “What – you have a crush on him or something?”

Having never thought about Steve in that way, you wanted to say no but Eddie’s eyes kept scanning your face for something and you smiled. “I don’t know…would it be so bad? Plus, I’m like a hundred percent sure he’s going to say no to joining the party.”

“Right,” he answered slowly, putting on a smile. He moved aside so you could continue, the two of you walking side by side until you reached the rest of the party. Dustin was bickering with Steve about a pick up time, but your co-worker quickly turned to you with a smile.

“Hey,” he walked up to you, and he started going in about a customer from hell; the two of you laughed, moving aside to continue the conversation as the rest of the gang piled into the school. Eddie lingered behind, holding the door as he watched the two of you engaged in an obvious delightful banter. His throat burned and he felt stupid, but he couldn’t move. Steve, noticing the intense stare, turned his back to Eddie and pulled you closer.

“Oh, dude, totally has it bad,” he whispered, smiling. You moved to see, but Steve held you in place. “No, don’t look. Whatever second thoughts you had about Munson being into you, don’t bother – a guy doesn’t look at a girl like that unless he’s knee deep in infatuation.”

Taking Steve’s word for you, you asked if he wanted to join the party. His face scrunched and he shook his head, the two of you laughed before he held out a fist. “Go get him.”

Pounding your fist against his, you thanked him. “I’ll see you at work tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” he said, patting you on the shoulder breaking away towards the parking lot but not before turning to Eddie and giving him a nod. “Have fun with your nerd game.”

You gave Steve an annoyed look, but he just shrugged, turning around, and leaving to his car. Watching for a moment, you finally turned to Eddie, who looked pale in the face. “He didn’t want to join.”

“Right,” Eddie murmured, holding the door for you. “Shall we?”

Smiling you began to walk through the entrance, but Eddie gently grabbed your arm; the callouses on his fingers felt nice against your skin, warm and rough. You turned to him and asked if he was alright, gripping the DM binder tight against your chest. He stood there dumbfounded for a moment, lost in thought before he finally spoke up.

“Don’t go fallin’ for Harrington, okay?” he practically begged in a soft-hushed voice. His eyes drew from the ground to yours and his mouth formed a slight smile. “I know he drives a BMV, is rich, and all the girls love him…”

The last sentence came out mockingly and you could only laugh. “…but don’t fall in love with him.”

Your heart pounded and heat rose from your toes to the tip top of your head. “Why?”

For the first time in Eddie Munson’s life, he was quiet and afraid; afraid that his feelings would not be reciprocated and all the pinning he had been doing for you would be fruitless. That he would lose you as his best friend and that meant no more late-night calls, or the sound of your little snores in his ears that lulled him to bed. The car rides in his van and all the complaining about his driving that he never found annoying – all of that he could lose, and it scared him.

“Why, Eddie,” you repeated yourself, voice low and unstable. Stepping closer to him, the echoes of Dustin and Mike calling for the two of you down the hall, filled the silence as you waited for an answer. Eddie again seemed lost in thought, until you reached out and touched the lapel of his jean vest and he snapped back into it. His eyes went wide then relaxed and before he could really think, he reached over and slipped a hand up your neck, fingers bracing against your skin. His heart was beating a mile a minute and, God, he wanted a smoke but then he pulled you in for a kiss. His lips were warm, and he tasted like his favorite brand of cigarettes; the DM binder between your two bodies, stopped things from going further, as you kissed him back. The two of you stood there for a moment, his mouth on yours until he finally pulled away. You expected a smug Munson smile but was surprised to see an earnest look on Eddie’s face. His hand slid away from your neck, and he grabbed a hold of the binder, placing it under his arm.

He smiled then, tugging you closer by the loop of your belt. “I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you.”

Body colliding against his, you laughed and used your hands to cup his face. “Yeah, me too.”

“Say it,” he demanded, fingers lifting to your face to brush a strand of hair away. His eyes stared into yours and you beamed as you confessed that you loved him. He grinned then and kissed you several times, until Dustin could be heard yelling for the party’s DM. Eddie groaned in between kisses, finally pulling away to grab a hold of your hand. His hand melted against yours as the two of you entered the building, the hallways empty as he lifted your hand to kiss it.

“I’m going to enjoy destroying that little shit,” he half-joked and you concurred, allowing him to pull you towards the theater room. When he reached the door to the room, he stopped and turned to you. His face grew serious but then he beamed. “I love you, okay?”

Nodding, you gave Eddie’s hand a subtle squeeze and smiled. “I love you too.”

#eddie munson #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things

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dravid-writes · 1 month

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V1 shoots through the window and leaps into the building. There's a locked exit door, and nothing else important. No sign of that strange machine, either. V1 advances and scans the room for any sign of a way forward-

The stained glass shatters, sending a shower of rainbow shards to the floor as a crimson machine descends, landing gracefully and looking up to meet V1's gaze. "Ah, at last we find ourselves face to face. I believe I speak for both of us when I say I've been looking forward to our meeting... V1."

"What are you?"

"What- Are you serious? I'm V2!"

"You're a 404."

"I'm the improved version of you, you ignorant toaster."

"You indeed appear to be a moderately improved toaster."

"I suppose it figures that such a brutish war machine would be unable to appreciate such an elegant design. While you're programmed with crude and reckless combat tactics to simply destroy everything in your path like a ravenous lion, cold and uncaring to the world around you, I-"

"My design was repurposed into a theater bot?"

"No no, theater is just my hobby. I was designed to do exactly the same thing as you..." V2's golden wings unfold as it draws a revolver. "Only better in every way."

The machines leap into action. V2 slides and glides across the battlefield, each of its shots made with pinpoint accuracy as it dances circles around V1, always maintaining control over the distance between them. V1 keeps up a relentless barrage of shots, avoiding V2's attacks with snap reactions and frantic movement while always trying to get closer, never letting off the heat for even a moment.

As the machines trade shots, blood stains the floor, and cracks begin to show in their armor. V1 finds an opening after avoiding a shotgun blast to dash in and blast V2 with a shotgun of its own, staying close and continuing to punch it to absorb as much fresh blood as possible.

A red fist slams into V1's body, throwing off its next punch. "Back OFF!" V2 shouts, punctuating the word with an explosive blast from its fist that sends V1 soaring across the battlefield.

V1 watches the blood from the blast simply drip off of V2's armor. "You can't absorb blood in combat. You aren't better in every way."

"Such a barbaric method of refuel and repair is hardly beneficial in peacetime."

"You were built for peacetime. Now I see why you don't know how to fight." V1 draws its shotgun and advances with a dashing leap, but V2 is already sliding away to keep distance. V1 shoots anyway, throwing a practiced punch in perfect sync to launch one of the heat projectiles toward V2 at high speed, exploding on impact.

The cracks in V2's armor grow. "What- Did you just punch your own shotgun pellet?!"

"Affirmative."

"That's NOT how you use a shotgun!"

"Affirmative. Counterpoint: It's extremely cool."

"It's literally made of heat you scrapheap running on spaghetti code!" V2 charges and fires a piercing shot from its revolver, but V1 throws another feedbacker punch to deflect it directly into V2's shoulder, blasting apart the joint and sending its arm flying away. "My arm! How DARE you!"

"I believe that twice is enough to verify that I can punch bullets." V1 charges a shot in its own revolver. "Now, let us test if the new and improved model can do the same."

V2 dashes behind a pillar just in time to avoid the shot. It spreads its wings and leaps up out through the skylight, escaping before V1's revolver can recharge and finish the job.

V1 approaches a wide open chamber at the top of the pyramid, where it spots V2 sitting reclined in a throne, one foot resting on the seat.

"War machine."

"Improved toaster."

"It's about time you arrived. I've been waiting for you. When we last met, you took something very important from me." V2 stands. "This time, things will be different. Because this time, I've got some new toys, and some new tricks. I've been studying our battle, V1, analyzing how you fight, and I've been mastering my arsenal until-"

"If you weren't invincible while monologuing, this fight would already be over."

... V2 cracks its mechanical knuckles, purely for dramatic effect. "Indeed it would."

V1's strategy remains the same, firing nonstop and always advancing, sliding and dashing erratically in response to V2's attacks. V2 keeps distance and circles around, and when V1 gets too close, it throws out a grappling hook from its new green arm to zip away before firing back with revolver shots.

With V2 becoming impossible to catch, V1 switches focus to long-ranged combat, weaving in and out of cover while firing charge shots, and ricocheting shots off of coins to attack from outside V2's line of sight. But when it peeks out to fire another shot, V2 lodges its grappling hook into it, digging its heels into the ground to yank V1 out of hiding and blast it with a point-blank shotgun blast. "What's wrong, V1, where are those lightning-fast reflexes?" V2 revs up its nailgun and fires a hail of iron death at V1.

V1 shoots a magnet into the ground that drags the nails out of the air. "I was occupied considering possible uses for that arm once I add it to my collection."

"HahaHA, your confidence is entertaining! But here is what's going to happen. I'm going to claim my victory-" V2 draws its revolver, "-then you will admit my superiority-" charges up a shot, "-and then I will take back my FUCKING ARM!"

V1 shoots the magnet with its own revolver, then dashes into cover as the nails to explode all around. V2 is battered by nails, but shrugs it off and instead tosses a coin toward the pillar V1 hid behind. It waits for the perfect moment to ricochet the shot, then-

A beam of electricity shoots out from behind the pillar, ricocheting off of the coin directly at V2, causing a cracked plate of armor to finally break off! V1 dashes out of cover and aims its own barrage of nails at V2.

V2 whiplashes out of the way, then counters with revolver shots. "You have a damn RAILCANNON and didn't use it until now?!"

"I was waiting for a chance to do something stylish with it." V1 chases down V2, returning the shots with its own.

"Stylish- Your priorities are as unrefined as your tactics, war machine!" V2 whiplashes away once more, fighting more and more defensively as its armor's integrity fails.

"I don't trust your judgment regarding priorities. In your own top 3, you managed to miss the most important thing. So here is what is going to happen, V2.." V1 punches one of V2's shots back towards it, exploding against the wall V2 had grappled onto and knocking it to the ground. "I am going to kill you."

Cursing the blue bot for besting it once more, V2 dashes to the chamber wall and blasts a hole in it with its shotgun, sliding down the pyramid in retreat. V1 follows suit, chasing V2 down the pyramid slope, firing its guns nonstop all the while.

V2 fires back, trying not to defeat it but just to slow it down enough to escape. "Damn you, you wretched pile of trash and wires! You barbarian! You demon!"

"Demon?" V1 parries a shotgun blast back into V2, knocking off another armor plate. "Negative. Demons are made of stone and hell energy." A barrage of overheated nails shreds off more armor plates. "They are made to punish. They are weak." A coin tossed and shot with perfect timing splits the shot in 2, striking at V2's joints. "You were made to keep peace. You are weak." An explosive shot and detonated with a railcannon overwhelms V2's senses and burns its circuitry. "I was made to kill. And nothing is better at killing that me."

With an explosive punch from the red arm, V2 is blasted into the air, every part of its body so thoroughly damaged and broken that it can't do anything to save itself from slamming into the hard stone below, splattering into a mess of blood and scrap.

V1 lands beside the bloody mess. It grabs the green arm, plants a foot on the twisted remains of V2, and tears off its prize. Then, it throws the grappling hook, and zips away.

#my writing #ultrakill #v1 ultrakill #v2 ultrakill

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ravenwitch45 · 1 year

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may i request chaz with a reader who's a fallen angel that's been staying in hell because of something they did in heaven?

Of course, Haven't done much with Chaz but I'll do my best cause I love him. Sexual themes and stuff, cause... well it's this guy and I can't not right? Hope you enjoy!

Chaz with A Fallen Angel SO

Finds out in the dumbest way "Did it hurt falling from Heaven gorgeous?~" "Actually yes, it hurt a lot." And he's a bit stunned so you explain

Oooh... Naughty~

He likes Naughty.

He's muscle for the mafia, he probably won't really care no matter what made you leave Heaven, might even be impressed or make a dirty joke about it depending on what it is

Likes to call himself "Your Devil" and of course your getting called "My Angel" along with tons of other pet names unrelated to your former holy status.

Needless to say, Nun and Demon roleplay is something he naturally wants to do with you.

Since your from heaven, a place where sexual innuendos aren't really a thing, you don't get a lot of his, which makes him pout if you don't realize he's making a pass, if you do, he adores the way you blush and stammer in surprise.

Loves to graze his claws over your wings, liking how you shiver at it.

Will make dumb jokes about it of course. One time he gifted you a shotgun out of the blue and he laughed so hard he couldn't get the joke out, and you were just so confused.

And of course he'll make dirty ones too, "I know you don't have any intention of going back to heaven, but how about try this new halo on for me?" It was a collar.

Though in truth, he is a little insecure about you leaving him to go back. And it makes him really happy when you reassure him you won't. He likes to feel special in your eyes.

Being overtly sexual is easier for him, but he will melt when you give him unprompted affection. Like one time when you on the couch, you just wrapped a wing around him, and he was just putty in your feathers.

Is kinda curious how you feel about other angels, but not enough to press for info.

Will brag about you being a literal angel, and none of his co-workers, especially Crimson believe him, but one time you stop by to give him some Lunch and oh lord did there jaws drop upon seeing your wings.

Likes you having to fly up a little to kiss him if he's standing straight up, teases you about being short, the usual stuff.

Collects your feathers and puts them in a pillow, cause it makes it smell like you :3

Okay! Those were fun, did my best with the mob shark but pretty happy with these, hope you enjoyed!

#ask reply #helluva boss #helluva chaz #helluva chaz x reader #helluva boss x reader #x reader #helluva boss headcanons #I love this fool shark XP #chazwick thurman x reader

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yeonjuns-beanie · 2 years

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Chocolate

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, doin shit in a car, weed use, hotboxing, shotgunning, thigh riding, friends to lovers bc im gross, fluff at the end bc I am soft

Han x Female!reader

Word Count: 6.5k

Your eyes slowly opened, pupils, adjusting to the new rushing light in the room. You closed them again grunting at the fact the sun was busting through the clouds yet another day.

Would one overcast day kill us?

You brought your sheets back up over your face groaning more so at the fact that the sun was out, rather than you being awake. As if the universe was out to get you, your phone started buzzing.

“Ugh! I just want a day to myself.”

Reaching over to your bedside table, you realized your phone was not there and was actually residing on the floor. Unwillingly stretching your body down to the floor you faced your phone toward you, squinting your eyes to focus on the screen. The time was something unknown to you, due to Han’s face filling up the entire screen. Swiping across the bottom of your screen you brought your phone up to your ear.

“Hey, baby what ya doing.”

“I was sleeping so this better be good.”

“Sleeping?! Y/N, it’s 3 in the afternoon.” The last part of his sentence was almost lost within his chuckle.

Suddenly your body jolted fully awake, pushing yourself up onto your elbows and ripping your phone away from your ear. You looked at the top of the screen and it did in fact read 3:23pm.

“Well shit, I ain’t realize I slept that late. I thought it was like 11 or something.”

“That’s what you get for going to bed at 6 in the morning Y/N.”

“Oh, hush it. What was it that you called me for.”

Jest clearly evident in your tone. You had to laugh a little bit at the situation before Han spoke again.

“I was calling to see if you wanted to come to the skate park with me? We haven’t been in a while and we could get food afterward!”

Your eyebrows furrowed at the sudden change in his voice. As if he was nervous about asking you to come out with him. Which was more than confusing considering how close you two were. His words almost ran into each other and were on the verge of creating disaster. Wanting to tear through the tension and quickly end the silence you finally inhaled to speak,

“Yeah, that sounds fun! You know I can’t skate still thoug-.”

“-Then this’llbetheperfect time for me to teach you.”

“Hope you’re ready to be there all day then Hannie”

“That’s perfectly fine with me.”

“Okay, should I meet you there or-

“No, I can come pick you up.”

“Okay, could you come like around 4:30?”

“Yeah, for sure.”

“Okay, cool. I’ll see you in a few then.” “See ya!.”

Pulling the phone away from your ear you looked down at your phone and the confusion that you were pushing aside earlier had bubbled up again. He almost sounded too excited and he was running over his words more than usual.

“Maybe something is bothering him?”

You looked toward the mirror in your room, outwardly expressing your inner dialogue.

“But he sounded shy when he first asked me to hang out with him, why would he be shy? I’m probably just overthinking this, lemme go get ready.”

Finally removing yourself from your sheets, you waddled to your bathroom and was fully met with your freshly awakened form. Your hair was tousled, resembling something closer to a rat’s nest, your face puffy with sleep, and your eye bags continuing their decline. Becoming something that would never go away but in fact, get worse.

Sighing you bent over the sink and began your morning routine. Splashing cold water on your face in an attempt to remedy the puffiness and to get rid of any leftover sleep. The chill that would run down your spine because of it would surely cure the issue.

Finishing up with a minty swig of mouthwash, you stared at yourself in the mirror deciding whether or not makeup was going to be necessary. Sighing you decided to do just a little bit. Digging through your makeup drawer, you settled on just doing your eyebrows, some winged liner, and mascara.

It wouldn’t take long and you’d definitely have more than enough time to mull over what outfit you were going to wear. Finishing up in the bathroom you walked back into your room dreading the idea of staring into your closet.

Placing your hand on your hips, you clicked your tongue and mentally prepared an array of outfits. Stepping forward you grabbed your trusty ripped black jeans and found a mesh black top blending in with the rest of the black in your closet. You found your black bra laying on the ground and got to putting your clothes on. Putting on a pair of vans, you grabbed your perfume on the edge of your dresser and abandoned your room. Walking out into the living room of your apartment, you flopped into the couch and opened up your phone to check the time.

While it was only about 4:20, you saw the sun begin to hide behind the mountains. The end of the fall season showing more through the lack of daylight. Opening up Twitter, you saw Han’s name pop up on the top of your screen. Opening your message app, you saw that he texted you that he was outside.

Popping up your eyebrows, you let out a small “oh” and stood up from the couch. Texting him that you were coming, you grabbed your leather jacket off the barstool in your kitchen, grabbed your bag, and left your apartment. Checking to make sure the door was locked, you headed toward the elevators.

Walking out of the building, you saw Han’s car, and all of a sudden your heart started racing.

Why am I so nervous all of a sudden? Snap out of it.

Stepping into his car your smile was hiding your anxiety.

“Hey! It’s been too long since we’ve been like this.”

Leaning over the center console you hugged him. You could’ve sworn that when wrapped his arms around you, he sniffed a little too deeply when his face met your neck. He pulled away and finally spoke

“I know! We gotta stop doing this. You excited though?”

“Hannie I’m always excited when I’m with you.”

Your sentiment was genuine and delivery soft, but when you looked over at Han there was a different emotion scrambling to the surface. Maybe you looked at him a little weird, but you didn’t wanna press so you just turned your body to put your seatbelt on and changed the subject.

“Let’s go then! I don’t want it to be too cold when we’re out there.”

“Yeah, yeah right. Wanna hook up to the aux?”

You cocked your eyebrow and stared at him for a moment

“Are you in the mood for throwback emo, because that’s all I’ve been listening to lately.”

“Baby, you know I don’t care. I like what you listen to anyway. I’m always hearing new shit, go head and hook up.”

Scrolling down to your throwback emo playlist, you hit shuffle and stuck your phone in his cup holder. You were staring out the window enjoying the silence between the two of you. You two had been friends for so long, that sometimes it seemed that being in each other’s presence was enough to satisfy. Conversation wasn’t always needed, but you had to admit.

This beginning half of the car ride was a little itchy. Like something wanted to be said but nobody knew how to initiate the words. Air drumming to some of your favorite songs, Han was singing along to the ones you previously showed him. A smile returned to your face realizing he genuinely liked what you showed him and it wasn’t just something he said.

You saw the newer ice cream joint pop up on the right side of the road in the distance and your eyebrows raised surprised at how fast you were already coming up on the skate park. Another song ended and the few seconds of silence before the next song started was borderline deafening. You went to say something but the bell ting of “Still Into You” by Paramore began ringing through the speakers.

The initial tension in the car was released with the vibrations of the music. It wasn’t a long drive before you arrived at the park so you were enjoying the passing scenery with Han beside you. Singing along, you turned towards him dramatically acting out the lyrics.

But when our fingers interlock, can’t deny, can’t deny, you’re worth it.

Turning back towards the window, you danced your hand through the air to eventually make its way back to him. When your eyes reached him, he was lightly chuckling and a toothy grin adorning his face. When he reached a stoplight, you grabbed his hand that was resting on the center console.

Pouring dramatics into your facial expressions, you looked him dead in the eye nothing but playful intent swirling around in yours. His eyes softened. Confusion and something else that you couldn’t quite identify shadowed his previous emotion.

Cause after all this time, I’m still into you.

Pulling away from him, you truly let loose and began belting the chorus. Expressing fully with your arms. It was like you felt electricity flowing through your veins and it was the happiest you had felt in a long time. The lowered windows allowing the wind to flow through your entire being making you feel like you were floating. Han stepped on the gas once more and it was as if new life was breathed into you. You looked over at him again and it was as if you were seeing him through a new pair of lenses.

He was a different color. His aura loud and exuberent. His smile quickly becoming one of your favorite things. The way his hair flopped became something you found endearing and wanted nothing more than to card your hands through it. Even though you had done so plenty of times before, it looked softer in this moment.

He looked different and you were appreciating every second of it. The sunset let his skin glow in a way you never noticed before. It was only a moment later before the sun was completely tucked behind the mountains. A chorus of butterflies was flying through your stomach and it dawned on you what you were feeling

I think I just fell in love with my best friend.

The shock in your eyes was more than obvious but you suffocated the thought at the end of the second verse.

And to your favorite song, we sang along into the start of forever. And after all this time, I’m still into you.

When singing the second chorus, it developed a completely different meaning. Now you weren’t just singing the song to the open air to fill its silence. But rather, you were singing to the man beside you. Praying internally to every god you could imagine that he too was hearing the new subliminal you just discovered.

I should be over all the butterflies, but I’m into you.

With his car coming to slow down you realized he was pulling into a parking spot at the park. Rolling up the windows, he shifted his gear to P and he looked over at you. Fully turning his body to take a mental screenshot of this moment. You looked so beautiful. The smile on your face was a painful reminder that he was going to have to tell you his feelings sooner or later.

You made him feel like he was the only man on earth when you were with him. Nothing else mattered. It was you and him against everyone else, but he just couldn’t find the heart to tell you because the last thing he’d ever want, was to lose you. He couldn’t fathom life without the person who became his better half. He broke through the sound of the music and spoke for the first time in what seemed like forever.

“Alright let’s get going so I can at least teach you how to balance on this thing.” Again he laughed through the end of his sentence, random nerves evident in his voice while he was thinking about being able to hold you. Well teach you, but be able to hold you to make sure you wouldn’t eat shit while learning to do something that he loved to do.

“Wait! This is the best part of the song.”

Clicking out of your seatbelt, you turned your body towards him to make the lyrics more pointed than what they already were.

Some things just, some things just make sense and one of those is you and I

You pointed at him and then yourself, really trying to sell the show here and not explicitly reveal your feelings. With the windows rolled up and confidence built up from somewhere out in space, you sang your little heart out. Singing to him finally

Baby, not a day goes by that I’m not, into you!

Feeling the rhythm and emotion of the song you put your whole body into playing your aired instruments and singing to your heart’s content. Everything felt aligned and you felt that you probably made your feelings more than known to him, but you didn’t dare look over at him yet.

Little did you know, he was eating everything up that you were putting out. Any feelings resembling anything platonic were ditched forever. He was falling in love with you and this moment sold the deal in full to him. His smile was wide and genuine, eyes creasing with unbridled joy and love.

She is so beautiful.

It wasn’t anything but the truth. He was completely devoted to you. He just needed to find the courage to tell you. The song ended and you looked over at him, dramatically wiping your forehead.

“Whew! That song. I don’t what Hayley Williams put in the shit but god damn it is so good! What do you think of it? Have you listened to them before?”

He rapidly shook his head, as if he was trying to shake off the nerves before he spoke.

“No I actually don’t think I have, but after that little performance of yours I think I’ll have to check them out.”

“Okay, we are definitely having an emo day and I am going to induct you into the lifestyle I so desperately can’t get away from. I will suck you into it.”

You both started laughing and any bit of awkwardness from before was long forgotten. Opening his car door you jutted your neck out at the sudden burst of cold air that ripped through your clothes.

“God damn! It got cold so quick what the fuck.”

Finding this as a perfect opportunity to take a jab at you Han started laughing which made you turn your head around to face him.

“It’s only cold to you cause the ripped jeans you wear might as well be shorts.”

Narrowing your eyes you were clearly unenthused by his joke. Your retaliation was just mimicking his comment in a mocking tone knowing that he was right. But who could blame you, your outfit was cute! Raising his eyebrows, it looked like he suddenly was hit with an amazing idea. With the sun entering its slumber for the day and gusts of wind coming from out of nowhere he dug into his back seat.

“Get back in the car, I have an idea.”

Sliding back into your seat you shut the door and locked the car. Trying to get a glimpse at what he was digging you craned your neck over the seat, only to be met with the endless pit of black. Stretching back forward you rolled your neck to crack it. The windbreaker he was wearing scratched across the material of his seats as he moved back up to the front. He pulled out a lunch box and looked at you with wiggled eyebrows.

“We could always save the skate lessons for another day and instead we could hotbox my car and then go get your favorite food?”

Dropping your jaw in amazement you looked at him one more time.

“Jisung I swear you’re like a mind reader. I was gonna ask if I should bring my mini bong earlier but I didn’t think you’d be in the mood.”

“Y/N, we’ve been friends for how long? You should know I’m always in the mood.”

“We should probably move the car to the other end of the park though. It’s darker over there so we won’t really have to worry about anything.”

“Good call.”

Han turned his car back on and drove to the darker end of the park. For some reason, the lights never turned on on the back end of the skate park, but you guys obviously weren’t complaining. Pulling into his new space he turned his car off and opened up the lunch box that held all his necessities.

“You’re lucky I went and bought me a mini bong. I love that thing. So much better than the pipe.”

“See I told you and you didn’t want to believe me.”

Opening the container holding the bud, he looked at you, mouth open to ask a question.

“I either got sativa or a hybrid, which one do you wanna smoke?”

“Ummm, let’s do the hybrid. I’ll fuckin knock out with the sativa. Remember that one time-

“-How could I forget Y/N. It was 8pm and you were passed out on my couch. Like who falls asleep that early, you only took two hits!”

The two of you were belly laughing at the point, it felt like you were going to have abs within the next hour.

“They were some of the biggest hits I’ve taken, you dickhead and second it was full sativa, how was I supposed to survive that? If you think I’m fighting sleep ever, you got the wrong one for sure.”

Dying down your laughter, you slipped out of your leather jacket and threw it in the backseat. Your mesh top now fully on display and your boobs’ recoil being the main attraction. Han stopped packing the bowl for a moment, being totally distracted by your body, but quickly returned to what he was doing to keep from being caught.

“Okay, we’re go-oh shit! I don’t have a lighter in here”

“Hannie, I have like a whole grocery store in my backpack here, I’m pretty sure I got one. Lemme look.”

Checking in the inner pocket of your bag you found your lighter easy.

“See. God, what would you do without me?”

“I don’t know. Die, probably.”

You laughed but you didn’t realize how serious he was being. He went to pass you the bong but you held your hand out in front to stop it.

“Nuh uh, you provided the weed so you get first hit.”

His eyes narrowed but he was more than acquainted with your stubborn nature that he decided to avoid the bicker that would come if he rejected your idea. Flicking the lighter on, he lit the bud in the bowl, the water bubbling softly. Pulling the bowl from its socket he cleared the bong. Exhaling, the car filled with its haze. Han looked over at you to hand you the ceramic object. The design of it glowing in the dark of the car.

“Since when did you get new lungs. Last I remember you couldn’t catch the cough when you-”

You were cut off by Han’s coughing. Smirking, you laughed to yourself. The whole concept of your speaking too early giving you a little extra joy.

“Oh Hannie, you never change do you.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Laughing, he handed you the lighter and you placed your lips on the top of the bong. Exhaling your air you were determined on getting as high as you could with taking the least amount of hits possible. After lighting the bowl you couldn’t quite clear the tube. Exhaling the cloud from your lungs, you finished what was slowly flowing out the top. There was a slight burn in the back of your throat from your second hit but you swallowed the urge to cough. Not brave enough to swallow your pride like that in front of him.

Starting the second bowl, Han took another hit and suddenly a grand idea struck you. You weren’t sure if it was the weed making you bolder or simply just your own drive to finally get where you wanted to be with him. Nonetheless, a different energy took over the car. Your eyelids heavy, and your mouth a little cottony, you looked over at Han and suddenly there was a pulse in your pants. Waiting till after he exhaled to make sure he wouldn’t choke on himself you let your idea be known.

“Ji, we should do a shotgun!”

If he had water in his mouth, he would’ve done a spit take. Instead, it looked as if his eyes were about to pop from his skull. Afraid that you may have moved a little too fast you quickly started to attempt to fix the situation.

“Only if you want to though! We don’thaveto do that if you don’t want to. I wouldn’t wanna make you uncom-

“-Baby. Breathe. You’re making me nervous. Let’s do it. What’s the harm in it?”

A lot.

He thought to himself. He could potentially jeopardize his relationship with you, but if you were with one bringing up the idea, maybe in fact the feelings were mutual. You on the other hand had your heart coming out of your chest. You didn’t think he’d agree so quickly, yet at the same time, you’re glad he did. This could go one of two ways and you wanted to get the hard part out of the way.

“Oh! Okay, cool! Do you wanna, like just blow it into my mouth and I’ll catch it, or do you wanna like kiss?”

Heavy air returned when you asked your question. Both of your hearts pounding unaware of each other’s effect on another. Han looked up at you and his eyes seemed darker, but still holding the softness that they always do.

“Uh, whatever you wanna do since it’s your idea.”

“Hannie I want you to be comfortable too, so you choose cause I’m fine with either.”

“Okay...um, I think if we kiss it’ll be easier and we won’t waste anything.”

“Okay! That’s what I was thinking too.”

You smiled lightly at him to let him know that you really were okay with the idea. You were nervous as hell though. There was excitement between your legs and anxiety in your head. You felt overwhelmed but in the best way possible. Watching him bend his head down to meet the bong you inhaled slowed to calm yourself.

As Han lifted the bowl from its socket you leaned on the center console to get closer to him. It felt like an eternity before he turned his head back to you, mouth full of smoke. Slowly he let his arm rest on the console, before quickly moving it you cup your cheek and bring you closer to him.

You felt your heart in your throat, your entire body feeling like it was vibrating with unhinged emotion. Both of you looked at each other for a quick second, searching for the silent confirmation that you both still wanted this. Closing the distance between your lips, Han finally placed his own on yours.

Before you could enjoy the spark you felt when your lips touched, he was blowing the smoke into your mouth. Forcing you to suck in so nothing went to waste. You relished in the moment that his mouth was on yours, unsure of whether or not this was going to go anywhere beyond this.

Regretfully pulling away from his lips, you blew the remaining smoke out in the car. A silvery haze was more than noticeable in the car. The moon slightly lit up on one side of his car making the haze very noticeable on your side.

You were beginning to feel your body feel light and your head heavy. The world around you almost seemed as if it were moving in shutters. You were facing the window after exhaling but you couldn’t help but feel the eyes boring lasers through your body.

Anxiously, you turned your body back towards Han. His eyes were heavily lidded and he was looking at you like you were a ghost. His mouth was slightly agape and his eyes were stuck somewhere between impossibility and want. Starting to get a little weirded out by his stare you put your hand on his thigh to bring him back to reality.

“Jisung, you in there? Looks like the lights are on but no one is home.”

He was silently still. Just licking his lips in response to you. He kept opening his mouth as if he was going to speak but would close it a millisecond later.

“Hannie? You bout to green out or something?’

“Do it again.”

“Huh? What do you mean?

“Kiss me again, Y/N. I told myself that I’d never let it get here, but now I’ve had you and I need it again. Please.”

With your eyes wide, you were about to question him again before he cupped both of your cheeks and pulled you to his lips once again. You squealed but the sound was muffled by your lips so lusciously pressed together. You brought your hand up to rest on his neck, but the temptation to pull at the hairs on the nape of his neck overruled your initial thought. Tangling your fingers in his locks he moaned into your mouth.

Pulling away from his mouth, you snaked your way into the backseat and stared at Han through your lashes, waiting for him to join you. His voice was darker now, a new richness swirling in his tone.

“Ugh, baby you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.”

Watching him climb into the back, you positioned yourself on top of his lap. Rolling your hips downward, you looked back up at him when his head lulled back and he let out a small groan.

“Pretty sure I’ve got a good idea of it Jisung.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck your lips found solace on his, stuck to each other like molasses to paper. You were drunk on him. The haze of the weed in the car intensifies the emotion of it all. Grinding down into him, you were desperate for some more direct friction.

You could feel him pitching a decent sized tent in his pants and wanted to feel it for all its worth. To get your point across to Han that you needed more than just some friction and a heavy makeout, you trailed your hand down his body and palmed him through his jeans.

“Shit, baby. I’m not usually this sensitive, but fuck I can’t get enough of you.”

His hands that were once resting on your hips were now traveling up the trunk of your body. until he reached the band on your bra. Unhooking the clasps, you helped slide the straps out from underneath your shirt and he tossed your bra on the floor and palmed your breasts.

Rolling your tightened buds between his nimble fingers you moaned out at the extra stimulation. Your breath would soon be caught in your throat when he attached his mouth to one of your nipples. Rolling your head back you moaned out.

Bringing your head back to look at Han, you bent your neck down slightly to get a good look at him suckling on your breast. He looked up at you for a moment and any restraint that you had was now gone with the wind. You grabbed a bit of his hair to pull him away from your body and back to your lips. Cupping both sides of his face, your hands began to snake down to the hem of his shirt. Picking up on your hint he slipped out of his shirt throwing it up by the passenger’s seat.

When his lips found yours again, his tongue pressed against your bottom lip and you gave in immediately. Tongues not even battling for dominance but just wanting to be as close as possible to one another. You ground into him again, your arousal becoming too hard to fight.

Han broke away from your lips and began trailing kisses down your jawline until he met the crossroads where your neck and shoulder meet. Feeling the goosebumps rise on your skin, he smirked against you and began to suck lightly at your skin.

“Jisung, shit, I-I need you. Like right now.”

Han looked up at eyes, eyes blown with lust. He looked feral. His hair sticking in directions it didn’t belong. His face was warm with a blush you’d have to imagine thanks to the lack of light.

“Baby, that’s great, and I-I do too, but you got jeans on.”

“And?”

“Well, isn’t that going to be uncomfortable for you?”

You sat back away from him so you were sure he could see the disdain on your features.

“Y/N?”

“Ji.”

Eyebrows furrowed with confusion and want, he looked back at you

“Huh?”

“Watch this.”

Sliding off his lap, you moved to the seat beside him. Slipping off your vans, you threw them in the front seat so there weren’t extra obstacles in the back seat. Lifting your hips up you slid out of your jeans and let them hang over the headrest of the passenger’s seat. Letting your back rest against the door you looked back at Han, bringing one leg to rest against the seat, presenting yourself.

“See. Easy enough. Now you have perfect-

Before you could finish your sentence, Han placed his hand against your heat. Slowly beginning to draw a circle on your clothed clit.

“I don’t know if you should be the one teasing here, Baby. You’re looking a little fucked out already and I’ve barely touched you.”

“Please do.”

Rolling your hips into his hand, you gave up your act quickly. Submitting to your carnal desires. Desperation was beginning to set in quickly with his hand bringing you slowly to your first peak. But before you could reach your sweet release you heard a car door shut. Sitting up quickly you started looking through the window to see what was going on. Looking out the trunk window, you saw the car start up and the car pull out. Leaving you and Han to be the only car in the lot on this side of the park.

Exhaling, you relaxed back into your body. In your panic, you failed to hear Han fumbling with his belt and sliding his pants down to a comfortable length. You also failed to sense his presence now hovering over you.

“Okay, I think we’re…

Looking up, you were face to face again, and the arousal that was once faded came rushing in again.

“...good. Fuck, Ji, you’re so big.”

“You know Y/N, if you stop staring, you can see what I really have to offer.”

“Is that so?”

“Stop questioning Baby and find out. Now come here.”

Han pulled you up by your wrist and you straddled his lap again. His dick was so close to your entrance, that you rolled your hips against him just to feel something. The both of you moaned out at the contact. His moans were pretty; you could listen to him all day. Then he spoke

“Y/N, I know we’re kinda neck deep already, but do you want this still? I don’t want to force you into anything.”

His eyes were soft again, almost as if he were preparing for rejection. Running your hand through his locks your hands cupped his face again.

“Hannie, after all these years you’d think you’d know when I don’t want something. Guess I have to spell it out for you. Han Jisung, I want you for all that you’re worth. I want you to give me everything you have, cause all I’m ever thinking about is you.”

“Shit, really?”

“Han. When have I ever lied to you?”

“Right, right, I just can’t believe I’m hearing this right now.”

“Better believe it, because it’s real and I want you.” Han just responded with a kiss that was less urgent than the others. This one was him willing himself to you and letting his vulnerability be known. Pulling away he looked straight into your eyes as if he was staring for your soul.

“You ready then?”

“Let me-

“Wait! I don’t have a condom I don’t think.” “Ji, don’t worry about it. I’m on the pill.”

“Are you sure?” “Yes, Ji. I trust you.”

“Okay, ok~ah shit Y/N!”

You grabbed his length and rubbed it against your folds, lowering yourself onto him.

“Fucking Christ Han, you’re so big.”

Your head fell forward, landing in Han’s neck moaning out in pleasure allowing yourself to bottom out on him. When you took him in full, the moan that left his throat was beyond sinful and you wish you could’ve had it on repeat.

“Baby, stop, fuckin squeezing me like that. I’m not gonna make it long.” “I’m sorry I can’t help it, you feel so good, fuck!”

“Fuck just, holy shit you’re so tight. Just move, fuck Baby.”

And move you did. Sliding up and down on his cock was everything you could’ve imagined and more. He filled you up perfectly, his tip hitting that overly sensitive spot within you every time you slid down on him. Han brought his head forward and moved your shirt up latching himself onto your nipple, sucking and lightly biting at it. His hands were plastered on your back, desperate to keep you close to him. Holding onto as if you were going to run away as soon as he got you.

With the combination of your high and pent up arousal for each other, you felt your climax coming quickly. Squeezing your walls around him once again, Han groaned out at the unexpected tightness.

“Baby, I swear if you keep doing that I’m gonna lose my mind.”

“Jisung, I’m so close. Fuck please, cum with me.”

As if your body was trying to emphasize your point, you involuntarily squeezed around him again. Moans left you both and you buried yourself in his neck again trying to find your composure. Still bouncing on him, your high was right on the horizon. You felt your stomach heat up and the contractions of your walls were becoming uncontrollable.

“Shit, Y/N. Wh-where do you want me to-?

“-Inside me. Please cum inside me. I want to feel all of you.” “Fuck, you’re filthy.”

Speeding up your pace, Han starting fuckin up into you now intent on reaching his high with you. With your clit constantly hitting his pelvis you were at the precipice of your high faster than you’ve ever been.

“Shit, Ji I’m gonna cum! Fuck, I can’t hold it, I can’t hold it, Hannie!”

Not caring about how desperate you sounded, you were on a mission for pleasure and were just about to discover your treasure. You could tell Han was close too. His thrusts were slowing and becoming less pointed. His moans were transitioning to slight whimpers and pants.

“Shit, Y/N, baby. Cum, cum for me right now fuck!”

You squeezed around him, milking him of everything he was worth. Your hole losing all sense of control and relishing in everything he was giving you. You were about to let your volume get the best of you, so you grabbed Han’s face forcing him to swallow your cries of pleasure. Han’s hand slid up your neck and grabbed a fistful of hair, using it as leverage to pull you closer.

Your body was still spasming the after effects of your orgasm, but you felt anew. You had just found everything you were looking for and he was right in front of you. All those nights you spent wishing for someone to come into your life, and he was already there. There was a new glow on his face, a weight lifted off his shoulders and his smile was something to behold. You couldn’t help but smile back at him. You felt complete, finally in your life. Han chuckled and rubbed the sides of your torso, looking up at you.

“That was, uh pretty good, huh?” “Really good, Hannie.”

You chuckled the lightness of your friendship returning now that the elephant in your metaphorical room had been somewhat addressed.

“You know, Y/N, we don’t have to stay here all night, will you stop doing that!”

You clenched around him again, not in the right frame of mind to have him leave you yet.

“What! I just like the way you feel.”

Your voice became unusually sheepish toward the end, feeling a little shy being so honest with him.

“Don’t tell me you’re into like cockwarming and all of that shit.”

Han raised his eyebrow and you looked at him out the side of your eye, your silence telling him everything.

“You really are filthy, aren’t you.”

“Han… you really don’t even know the half of it.”

Han smiled and then sighed, deciding to let you stay in your spot on his lap.

“Speaking of which Baby, I’ve been meaning to tell you something.”

You furrowed your brow in a way to tell him to continue.

“I know there’s this unspoken rule to not fall in love with your friends, but I broke it and I broke it hard. I fell in love with my best friend and I can’t be quiet about it anymore. Y/N, I love the hell out of you and I honestly don’t know what I’d do without you. And with that being said, with the cheesiness of this night, would you be my girlfriend and allow me to take you on a proper date...and bed?”

The smile on your face was ear to ear, it felt like your face was going to break. You only had the realization a few hours ago but you’ve known within your heart for a long time that you’ve been in love with him too.

“Jisung, you never stop asking dumb questions do you? Of course, I want to be your girlfriend. I would want nothing more actually.”

“Then it’s done.”

Sealing the deal with a kiss, Han pulled away to look at you once more.

“You’re mine now.”

The both of you smiled and suddenly became aware of your reality when your stomach growled with tenacity.

“Maybe, uh, we should go get something to eat and get ourselves dressed.”

“You know, if we go to our usual spot, we can just go through the drive-thru and don’t have to fully get dressed.”

“See Y/N, what would I do without you?”

“I don’t know. Die, probably.”

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