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fillinforlater · 5 months

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Hii! Could you do a smut of Minnie x Yuqi x Miyeon please? I don't really have any specific things I want in it other than scissoring and all of them just all over each other lol

Sorry im in a mood-🤪

To Glide

Minnie x Yuqi x Miyeon

Length: 2.000 words

Tags: lesbian sex, lesbian threesome, LOT'S OF LUBE, annoyed sex, fingering, clit play, scissoring, lesbian missionary, fold in half (Yuqi), pretty and submissive (Miyeon), has had fucking enough (Minnie)

(A/N: Here is a random drop to start of the new year lol. This is what happens when you send the right ideas to me. Have fun and stay healthy!)

“This is such a not-good-idea.”

Minnie sighs and pinches her forehead. To say that she has doubts about this new ‘project’ of Yuqi would be an understatement. She hates that this obnoxiously loud girl always pushes onward with her ideas without ever thinking of the consequences. Like last week, when she threw this party at Miyeon’s house—Minnie expected a handful of people—and suddenly hundreds of people turned up and trashed the whole thing. For some reason, Miyeon didn’t even care all that much.

Guess Yuqi’s tongue kept her busy all night, Minnie thinks, an envious blush on her cheeks. That’s the curse of Yuqi, she might at times be a bad friend, but in the end, she is just irresistible. In the end, Minnie can only blame herself for not rejecting Yuqi’s plans of filling a small pool with lube—in the middle of Minnie’s own living room.

Your house is the biggest, Yuqi argued, and with a few adorable blinks, she got what she wanted. And now Miyeon is already ready to dump in over ten bottles of lube into the small plastic construction, definitely not made to withstand whatever crazy games Yuqi will come up with. Minnie can still say no, still send them home, hell, they can have enough fun with each other in Yuqi’s—

“Aw, why not, Nicha?” Yuqi complains cutely and wraps a sly arm around Minnie’s waist. “It will be so much fun, don’t you think? I can’t see how it can go wrong.”

“It’ll be such a mess,” Minnie argues, but it’s fragile, because Yuqi’s magic goes beyond puppy eyes and that deadly voice: she is already fiddling with the buttons of Minnie’s jeans, easily able to pop them open and dig her hand onto Minnie’s sex. The thought alone arouses her. “I-I don’t want to clean up afterwards.”

“Then I will clean up, okay? Pinky promise?”

“O-okay.” Dammit, she couldn’t resist again. Minnie is just too weak for Yuqi.

“Perfect. Miyeon, pour in the lube! Let’s have some fun.”

“Okay, babe~” Miyeon shouts back and gleefully squeezes out bottle after bottle until the clear liquid has thoroughly covered the entire plastic surface. “Should we get our bikinis?”

“Nah, screw those. Bikinis are for public pools.” Yuqi starts to unzip her top and jumps out of her pants. “At home, with my girls, I don’t want to wear clothes!”

“Oh~” Miyeon coos and Minnie can see that horny glint in her eyes. “I love that! Let me get undressed too.”

Minnie looks at them for a second, their bodies being revealed piece by piece, bare and completely spotless. Yuqi is a perfectionist when it comes to her own nude body, but at the same time, she does not give a single fuck about other people’s short comings. She just loves nudity, and so Minnie isn’t the only one starring when Miyeon gracefully removes her tight crop-top and moves her hips in quick circles until her black shorts fall down.

“I see you came prepared,” Yuqi says in excitement, because of the lack of underwear on Miyeon’s stunning frame.

“I still have the bikini in my bag, but—

“I kinda knew you wouldn’t want to see it.”

A heat is rising up inside Minnie. No anger or annoyance can keep it down anymore; the arousal is too great, irresistible, like the sight of Miyeon and Yuqi flopping into the pool. The lube flies everywhere, most importantly on their legs, their chests, their hair, their bellies, their feet—Minnie does not notice the mess being made.

She is depraved and horny, the way she tears off her jeans and top is chaotic, unplanned. Minnie has become a mess by just looking at her friends. Luckily, Yuqi does not notice. She's too busy with Miyeon and getting her fingers all over the elder’s skin. That is until Minnie bursts in and disrupts them, putting real strain on the edges of the plastic pool.

“Hey, watch out,” both Yuqi and Miyeon laugh. “You’re about to break it.”

“I- I don’t care! You two are being too loud, I need to shut you up a bit.” Minnie’s rebuttal is weak, because Yuqi gets a hand on her hairy cunt and starts to rub all over it.

“Oh, you want to shut us up by destroying this pool? Makes sense, makes sense.” Miyeon giggles and adds. “I think our friend here is tripping a bit. Tell us, Mi~nnie~

“How do you want to make us shut up?”

Minnie has never felt this ferocious, it’s like the spirit of a savage, unchained animal has overcome her. She wraps her entire arm around Yuqi’s tiny waist and spins her around. The small woman is still laughing, but with two lube-drenched fingers straight into her tight cunt, she is now Minnie’s prisoner. A happy prisoner, who quietly moans and hums with every curl the digits in her pussy make.

“Oh my~” Miyeon gasps and intently watches on as Minnie squeezes Yuqi tightly and makes sure to never stop pumping into that wet cavern. Yuqi still thinks this is all fun and games and tries to kiss Minnie, but the Thai girl goes straight for Yuqi’s neck and marks it with a frantic bite.

“Mi-Minnie, what the—I never knew you liked—”

“How about you shut your pretty mouth up and get on all fours?

“Now.”

Yuqi twitches around Minnie’s fingers when she hears this command. After a bit of slipping and falling she finds herself in the suggested position with Minnie’s hand cupping her labia and slowly rubbing lube across it. Yuqi arches her back, eyes closed to intensely feel every touch on her folds, then inside her pussy when Minnie decides to penetrate her once more. Miyeon gasps again.

“How about you lay down too, pretty?” Minnies suggest to Miyeon who needs a few seconds to wake up from her slumber and lay down into the slippery mess. She instinctively opens up her beautiful legs when Minnie’s hand approaches her, then the girliest of moans leaves her lips when her cunt gets filled.

Minnie’s heart is pumping up to her head, knocking on her brain and she loses all her senses except for touch on her fingertips, which become drenched in arousal. Every thrust, it doesn’t matter if they are hard or soft, makes her greedy, as if this scenario wasn’t enough. She has everything a girl could ever want, but now she needs more.

Minnie needs Yuqi to ruin herself—which happens sooner than she could’ve ever dreamed of. Yuqi’s ass moves on its own, her hips slam backwards and swallow every inch of Minnie’s flicking fingers and when three of them finally pierce her pussy open, she cums. Face buried in ridiculous amounts of lube, Yuqi groans and trembles and falls over, eyes rolled into the back of her head—that’s what Minnie wanted. But her greed doesn’t stop.

She looks at Miyeon, her pout, her need for release in this slippery mess right in the middle of this living room—Yuqi will have to clean it meticulously afterwards, because Minnie plants her puffy pussy right on Miyeon’s and starts to wildly rub it over her. Minnie knows that Miyeon is quite familiar with scissoring, this is definitely no first for her, but she nonetheless reacts to it like a virgin. She desperately holds onto Minnie’s hip and through a voice broken by moans begs her to go slower.

“Should I really go slower?” Minnie teases when Miyeon starts to grab her waist and bite her lip. Her face is so eerily perfect with all the wet lube and sweat on it, the blush that isn’t faint but blunt and bright. “Don’t you want to cum with your pussy, pretty princess?”

And then Minnie just continues, her hips slam down, against those aroused folds. She also makes use of her hands, spreading lube all over Miyeon’s boobs, midriff, down to the hard nub that looks like it’s about to explode if just—

Someone would—

“Not there, not there, Mi-Minnie, I’m about to—”

Minnie plays with it, rubs the clit side to side and Miyeon bursts into a loud and wet orgasm that has the pool suddenly filled with lube and girl juice. Minnie still doesn’t stop, instead she squeezes out every last second of Miyeon’s high by squeezing her breasts and squeezing more lube over her feet, which Yuqi is already eagerly playing with, in trance at the taste of Miyeon’s soles.

“Gosh, she looks so hot,” Yuqi whispers at the sight of Miyeon, who cannot escape the overstimulation. There is just no grip on anything, it’s like the entire universe wants her to glide back to Minnie and her pervy hands. Hands that can’t stop groping her, covering her in so much lube, she feels too heavy to fight back.

“You’re one to talke,” Minnie responds and raises an eyebrow when Yuqi dares to look back at her. “She went down fairly easily, but I know I need more with you.”

Yuqi smirks and like the angelic devil on Minnie’s shoulder leans in and hums:

“Then give me more.”

It’s hard to tell if Yuqi regrets her witty remark or if this was the actual reaction she wanted. In the blink of an eye, she finds herself below Minnie, in the deepest mix of cum, sweat and lube she has ever been in. Minnie immediately goes for her limits, grabbing her ankles and folding her in half while looking absolutely unamused.

“I know you can fold like a lawn chair,” she snarks and Yuqi gasps when her heels are almost level with her eyes. “So you better keep this up, because I won’t stop.”

“Wha-what are you trying—?”

“You’ve never had it like this, huh?”

Minnie crashes her hairy cunt right on Yuqi’s perfect slit. The slap is loud, the sting is painful at first, but Yuqi gets no time to scream because Minnie just continues. She rides her fat lips all over Yuqi’s shaven crotch, spreads her arousal to add more wetness, to glide better.

Glide she does. Yuqi has to take deep breaths that quickly turn to moans every time Minnie glides over her clit. Back and forth is great, left and right is excellent, Yuqi’s mind starts to spin in the same rhythm that Minnie’s pussy spins. That is until she goes up and back down. That’s too much to handle. Yuqi’s nails dig into Minnie’s elbows and she can see the Thai girl only through tear filled orbs.

Hottest of all: Minnie shows no reaction to this athletic feat. She just leans down, lips right on Yuqi’s, but instead of kissing her, she spouts dumb, dirty bullshit that has Yuqi in an ultimate frenzy.

“You never had a girl take you missionary. I fucking know, because I always hear them moan, not you. You think you’re such a player, Yuqi, the girl that gets all the bitches—that’s over now. Now you’re my bitch and I will fuck you like it. You will cum on this hairy pussy and then I’ll make you clean it up.

“Do you understand?”

“Y-yesh, Ma’am!”

Yuqi whines, Minnie smirks.

“Good. That was easy, didn’t know you could be so submissive. I think you should get an orgasm, slut.”

As predicted, the final thrust starts of Yuqi’s climax, one that lasts for a while. While not as messy as Miyeon’s, Minnie can see how intense it was for the smaller woman below her. Yuqi is a fucked mess, messy hair, messy pussy, messy face, something that can surely be a seat in the future—nah, fuck the future. Yuqi won’t always be her bitch, might as well—

“I think you’re learning your place.” Minnie gives Yuqi some time to adjust her posture, time Minnie spends on a quick look at Miyeon, who is busy stimulating her nipples to the sight of what happened in front of her. Minnie has no clue how and if to include her; an issue for later. “Now eat me.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

#kpop smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #idol x idol smut #gidle smut #minnie smut #yuqi smut #miyeon smut

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a-sapphic-love · 24 days

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ghostface ellie hcs??

summary: in which ellie is a ruthless killer with the meanest personality... and she has a new york accent

warnings: MDNI!!!!, dom!ellie, sub!reader, manipulation, smuttt, ghost face!ellie, mentions of gore and murder, bdsm, did i mention reader is a loser!!, degrading kink, breathplay, impact play, overstim, probably more that i forgot to list

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this is insanely experimental, bear with me here 😭

ghostface!ellie who meets you by accident. she's in her backyard, disposing of a huge black bag whilst covered in blood when a ball suddenly flies over the fence. unexpectedly, you rush in to grab it, catching her in a compromising state. she decides to just make up an excuse. "hey! 'm preparing for halloween early, how d'you like my costume?" ellie says, taking her mask off and smiling at you. you gaze back at her flustered, looking like a deer in headlights. you didn't know your neighbor was this pretty! or that she liked halloween as much as you did- you were so nerdy, and spooky month was your favorite time of year. you found yourself unable to speak. "i- it's very realistic," you say finally. ellie noticed how timid and shy you seemed, and her eyes caught a certain glint. she was going to play around with you.

ghostface!ellie who begins to realize, the closer you two get, that you're actually pretty loserish. you don't have many friends, and you sort of keep to yourself, focusing on your interests. you're so mousy and passive, she just finds it terribly easy to control you. and when she discovers you're unsure of your sexual orientation, she has to choke back a smile.

ghostface!ellie manipulates you into thinking you're just romantically inexperienced, so she can swoop in and be the one to provide that experience. she takes advantage of your attraction to her, purposefully doing things to fluster you. she makes you sit in her lap when you watch scary movies, claiming you're "too jumpy" and might break something or hurt yourself if she doesn't hold you. she kisses your forehead whenever you complain about a headache. fuck, she even buys things for you- nice, pretty things, based on your interests and needs. it's not long before you start dating her.

ghostface!ellie seems to hate everyone but you. you see how mean she is to other people, and it makes you feel weird because she's hot when she's mad. you almost want to do something to make her angry... and your opportunity comes when you visit her house one day to find she's not home. you have a key, so you just enter. ellie has always made it clear you should never snoop through her stuff, and you know she'd be pissed if she caught you... but that only makes things more thrilling. you explore her house beyond what she usually lets you see, and everything seems okay until you discover she has a basement. curious, you enter, only to be surrounded by darkness and a weird, sticky liquid on your hands. you eventually find a light switch, but what you see makes your heart skip a beat... large plastic bags are everywhere, with blood seeping onto the floor. you panic immediately, turning the lights off and running back up the staircase to find ellie standing there. your heart drops; there was a look you'd never seen before in her eyes.

ghostface!ellie is livid at your unexpected disobedience. usually, you were so good for her, so obedient and compliant. she felt almost annoyed that now she had to teach you your place- sure, she knew you wouldn't tell the police, but she needed to make sure you'd listen to her in the future. so she needed to be mean.

ghostface!ellie shoves your head into the pillow when she fucks you. her hands are heavy as they slap your ass, but you come to find the sting pleasurable. you can't help but like it when she tucks her arm around your neck, pulling you off of the bed and forcing your back to touch her stomach. you feel so lightheaded from the lack of air in your lungs- ellie doesn't care, of course. she can feel your sticky cum everywhere, making a huge mess, and proving to her how much you like being fucked while in a headlock. "els, nghh, can't breathe, can't think," you cry out, feeling an orgasm building. instead of at least mock sympathy, you're met with cruel laughter. "can't breathe, huh? that's good, maybe now you're gonna think twice before doing stupid shit," ellie retorts, before tightening her lock on your neck- it'll definitely leave some tenderness and bruising. she also begins to slam into you at a much quicker pace, relishing the sounds of your gushing cunt pulling her strap in. she notices when your legs start to shake. "what, you gonna cum? i'm not done yet, baby. you cum now n you're just gonna keep cumming again after that," she teases, and ellie doesn't make empty promises.

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julieverne · 3 months

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"You sure you're okay," Jane asks for the seventeenth time.

Maura's been counting.

She is okay. Just abrasions and contusions. But the longer she stays quiet, the longer Jane's hands brush over her, trying to find whatever wound has left her breathless. Maura nods bravely, but Jane's hands don't stop auditing her injuries. Eventually she digs in Maura's bag for the little drug-store first aid kit she keeps on her because Jane is 'irresponsibly reckless' and always needs bandaids. She uses an alcohol wipe to sterilize the little scrapes on Maura's hands and knees, trying to uncurl Maura so she can check the rest of her.

"I told you I never learned," Maura pouts, and Jane chuckles with relief. Jane's bike lies scratched and discarded beside them. Jane examines Maura's hands for embedded gravel, and Maura flinches. Jane's mouth mous in apology, but she doesn't let go, cleaning the wounds. Maura is wearing shorts, and Jane checks Maura's knees next, putting a band-aid over a bleeding wound. She lands a little kiss on top of the plastic, then covers another wound on Maura's elbow, then her palm. She kisses each of these too. Then she turns Maura's hand over and kisses the knuckles too.

"There. All better."

It's not the exact truth, but it's so close to being everything Maura wants - to be able to fail without judgement, to fall and be picked up, be comforted after being hurt. Maura licks her lips and tastes blood.

"You missed one," Maura says, and Jane watches her tongue, then uses her thumb to touch the wound, hissing when Maura flinches.

"You always say the mouth and uh... other orifices... heal pretty fast."

"They do," Maura admits.

"But just because it's you, I guess I should kiss it better," Jane says. She looks shyly down at their joined hands, then quickly up at Maura to make sure it's okay. Something she sees on Maura's face reassures her, because she leans in and presses the softest, gentlest kiss Maura's ever had on her lips, pulling away slowly looking hypnotised and satisfied.

"All better," Maura agrees, finally catching her breath.

#rizzoli and isles #rizzoli & isles #maura isles #rizzles #jane rizzoli #rizzles fanfic #rizzles ficlet

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newtonsheffield · 7 months

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A gift for @folklauerate

“Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary!”

Mary laughed at her friend’s voice in the crowded bar, taking a sip of her drink, “No, don’t get excited, Rach. I can’t stay that long.”

Rachel groaned, swaying a little, clearly far drunker than she should be at this time of night, “No! You never come out anymore since you started working! You were supposed to be here two hours ago and Mark was asking after you.”

Mary rolled her eyes, “Mark, will find someone else to fuck tonight, I am positive.”

She didn’t bother to deny the fact that she was late. She’d known she would be as soon as Tharman got home and he’d picked Kate up with a roar, his hair falling in his eyes and his smile bright and her stomach dropped when he looked at her.

“Hey, do you have time for a coffee tonight?”

It had become their little routine, somewhere along the way, Kate laying on the floor in the living room, enjoying her TV time and just for a moment Mary could pretend that this was her life. Tharman’s leg brushing hers as he told her about his day and everything about him drew her in closer. The stupid little crush she’d developed on him, threatening to drown her.

So even though she knew that if she didn’t leave right that second she’d be late for her friend’s birthday she nodded, “Yeah, of course.”

He’d grinned at her as pulled a bag of pastries from his satchel, “I was hoping you’d say yes.”

What was she supposed to say to that?! To the man who had absolutely no idea the fact he had on her. The man who saw her as his friend’s daughter.

“You’re boring now that you have a job.”

Mary clicked her tongue, “Well I do have to be responsible for the care of a child in the morning.”

“Not to mention the fact that you want to impress Daddy.”

Mary laughed, taking a swig of her drink, feeling her head starting to buzz just a little. “See, that’s why I don’t need top hook up with Mark anymore. I have a brand new vibrator and the memory of DILF Daddy Sharma’s hands on my waist when I slipped on a wet step this afternoon.”

Rachel guffawed, “Oh I bet the step was wet you dirty bitch.”

Mary rolled her eyes, letting out a groan of frustration, “He’s so fucking hot. And his daughter’s so fucking cute, she’s so sweet and he’s such a good Dad and I want that?”

“You want to have a good Dad?”

“I want a cute Dad for my fictional child.”

“Oh, she wants a daddy.”

“I do want a daddy.” Mary sighed, “Just as one little treat, I want to stop fucking guys like Mark and fuck a sweet little aeronautical engineer. Is that so wrong?”

“I don’t think it’s wrong, but you objectifying a man who wears Birkenstocks is fucking wild.” Rachel laughed, gesturing to the bartender for a round of shots, “Okay, let’s have some ore drinks, and forget all about DilF Tommy boy.”

“His name’s Tharman.”

“Imagine your dad’s face if you fucked his friend though. Hilarious.”

“Unfortunately I think the closest I’m going to get to that is his battery operated namesake.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“I’m your best friend.” Mary hummed jerking her head, “Do your shot before I change my mind.”

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“Alright Katie Kat, time to clean up, Appa will be home soon.”

Mary’s head ached a little as Kate clapped her hands over her finished artwork of what appeared to be a dog co-piloting a plane next to her, all the colours bleeding into one another. It made Mary smile, swatching the tiny little girl with so much joy on her face as paint covered her hands and face and all over plastic table cloth Mary had put down to protect the table.

“Can we hang this one up? It’s a good one, Mary-Mary.”

Mary smiled at the nickname, kneeling down in front of the tiny girl whose curls were hanging down in her face. “Of course we can, Your Dad will want to see this one for sure.”

“Daddy loves all of my pictures.” Kate said proudly.

Daddy is fucking right.

“Why don’t you run upstairs and wash your hands and I’ll pop this one outside to dry?”

“K!”

Kate hugged Mary tightly around the middle before she ran off and Mary smiled after her, her heart fluttering in her chest. She sighed, a little glad to finally have a minute to herself. She took Kate’s painting, walking it carefully out to the tiny back garden and weighting it down before making her way back inside for the water and the paint palette to wash.

she should have been paying more attention but she let her mind wander as she stepped outside, sighing. She was thinking about how her fingers had typed out a text last night to Tharman and how her cheeks had burned this morning when she’d seen it, mercifully unsent.

“Fuck’s sake!”

The jar of dirty water had slipped through her fingers and splashed all over her white Tshirt, followed by the paint palette. Mary pulled the sopping shirt away from her skin, the string smell of the paint making her gag a little with her hang over. She spotted a sweater over the back of a chair not too far away and deliberated for a moment before she sighed.

She pulled her shirt over her head, dropping it to the floor and reaching out for Tharman’s sweater, the fabric soft under her fingertips. She could nearly smell his cologne clinging to it as she lifted it up and-

“Oh my god! Oh my god! I’m so sorry!”

Mary let out a surprised squeak at the sound of Tharman’s voice, spinning around. He was staring at her, with his lips parted in surprise and his hand was stopped halfway to his hair. She could feel his eyes burning into her skin and something tense rippled through the air as she stood half naked in his garden, the moment stretching on longer and longer. Heat flickered in the pit of her stomach as she saw Tharman’s throat bob convulsively and his hands tightened to fists at his sides.

She cleared her throat, “Sorry, Kate and I were painting and I… very stupidly got paint all over my short. I was just going to…” She pointed at the sweater, “Pop this on while I washed mine.”

Tharman seemed to shake himself, swallowing again and shuffling awkwardly, “I um… sorry, you um… you caught me by surprise. Yes, please, take that. Why don’t you… keep it actually I um..” He pointed back inside, “I just need to take care of something.”

He scrambled back into the house leaving Mary staring after him and goddamn it, when she went home that night she pulled the sweater over her nose as she fell into bed.

#mile high #mary x tharman #mary sharma

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mistymisfit · 3 months

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So long, Marianne I

Summary: Reader is a spy working undercover in Gotham when she meets Jason Todd, who despite her better judgement she forms a very close friendship with. This story follows their escape from Arkham asylum, their fall out and the times they run into each other as they get older.

Relationship: AK!Jason x Meta!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of violence (I'm serious, tho- in canon it's also pretty violent), angst, hurt/no comfort (for now), this series is just my excuse to write angst lol.

A/N: *CIPA means Congenital insensitivity to pain and anhydrosis aka people who are unable to feel pain. see the end for more notes :)

Word Count: 4,2K

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Part 2- Masterlist

He repeats his question one more time before kicking your stomach again, "Who are you?". He's been asking the same thing for the past... month? Time gets blurry when you're kidnapped. Fuck, undercover work sucked no matter who you did it for. Whether it was your actual boss or the big bad bat himself, they should all make it up for making you endure this--make it up by dying, you thought. God, whose stupid idea was it again? Letting yourself be kidnapped by the Joker so they could track his lair and see if he had any connections to your current case, ah yes... your boss. Not even Batman would ask you to do that, at least the man had some moral code he hung onto, maybe a little too tight. You've earned an early retirement after this assignment, almost two years living in Gotham, out of everywhere. But what neither you or your boss expected was that he'd know your "secret identity" was fake, that he would torture and kill the agents who worked with you and pretended to be your family--or that they'd sell you out. You whisper, they were not even words just an unintelligible sound. He lowers down, putting his ear close to your mouth to be able to listen better and asks you to repeat yourself. You bite him, as hard as you can and draw blood, lots of it which you spit out with a smirk.

"Fuck you" You taunt and he just laughs, holding his wounded ear. The laughing is excessive, it reverberates around the entire room and you brace for the next impact. But it never comes.

"I think it's time you met a friend we have in common" His smile makes dread set in on you, who? By his standards it could be anyone, from someone you actually knew to someone you've never met but was there to pick up on his dirty work as he went to do other things. He pushes you with his feet until you lay on your stomach and begins to cover your hands, you count the layers. First some kind of cloth, then plastic wrap, then aluminum foil, then a bag to hold it all together. Right, you let everyone believe your healing abilities could only work with your hands.

He drags you up, grabbing one of your arms as he walked you to a different room. The side of his head still bled, and you watched the blood fall down and how it got no reaction from him. He must be used to pain or there must be something wrong with his pain nerves. Maybe not enough to be CIPA* because you have seen him wince and experience pain before. Your feet fail you, you can barely take steps due to how weak you are. Every bite of food you've been forced to take ended up being spat or thrown up moments later. You can feel how chapped your lips are, how tangled your hair is, how deep the bags under your eyes must be, the way your arms hurt from being tied behind your back for too long, how much you must look like shit. He opens a door to a mostly dark room, you can only make out a figure sitting on a chair under the singular light in the entire room. He--yeah, it's a guy definitely, you think--he's got his head low, his posture isn't close to being okay and upon further inspection you realize he's tied to the chair. He's pushing to walk in his direction, and you recognize that hair, even though less dirty, and that side profile way less hurt. You knew that person, you knew him maybe a little too much for your mission.

Jason Todd was once your friend, possibly the only friend your age you've ever had. You met him when he was Robin, being instructed that working with Batman may end up being beneficial at the end of the line you were told not to antagonize him. Even helped him every once in a while to get at least his respect. The first time you ever talked to Jason-- or rather Robin at the time, was when he sprained an ankle one night. You were there, trying to gain info on an illegal arms shipment that was arriving that night "We just have to know who bought it" they told you. You weren't there to stop them, you barely were allowed to actually stop bad things from happening and sometimes you envied that in them. They were their own person, they could have lives, make their own decisions, have agency of their own. Instead you, poor you, you had nothing but your work, no family you knew of, no goals of your own, nowhere to go if you wanted to quit. You healed him, at least that you could do. Maybe word would get out of a new vigilante with "unspecified healing abilities", they didn't have to know you actually manipulated time and just turned time back to a moment they weren't hurt. And from that moment on, unknown to you, he had a crush on you.

He started following you around. It's not stalking he'd justify it, he was just investigating. Making sure whose side you were on because after all you were on the harbor the day he stopped some local gangs from getting their hands on bigger guns. But he found no more than your cover story, neither he or Batman could leave a secret identity be secret. He believed your cover story, no one had any reason to question it. You were just Marianne, a simple girl. A simple girl with superpowers who healed his ankle. Later, when you became closer, sitting next to each other on the rooftop of a building looking down on the city lights, and the traffic that still moved late at night, you explained to him that your powers came from a freak accident in a lab when you were a kid. That much was true, most of the things you told him were true. At the time you felt he was someone who understood you, and he felt the same. And that's how the both of you started developing feelings for each other. It was more than just a crush and the need to have the other closer kept getting stronger. You kept reminding yourself that you couldn't, that you were being so unfair to him, keeping him in the dark about who you really were, if he knew the truth he would never have trusted you. So when you were told he died, how Batman was so sure of it, you regretted everything. You were so decided on telling him the night he disappeared, why didn't you do it before? You've been living with that ever since, the regret, the guilt. And it only got worse when you found out he was dead, knowing he died not knowing your real name, he died believing your lies.

"No," you try to stop, not to get closer to his corpse. "what kind of trick is this?"

"Ah, come on- he's still your friend, isn't he?" You struggle, not letting him move you and putting your entire body weight into it, every strain of energy you had in trying to stop it. How sick is he? He kept his body all this time. Tears fell on your face just thinking about it. How much he suffered, how violent his last moments were, how he didn't get justice or a proper burial.

"You can't even respect the dead," You cry "I'm gonna rip your heart out of your chest with my bare hands, do you hear me? I'll make your death so violent even Batman will feel sick"

Your threats started falling out of your mouth faster than the logic in your brain could work, you shouldn't be saying those things. You couldn't be making empty promises like that, you knew you couldn't kill him. You would never be allowed to do it. He laughed, and laughed and pushed you to fall on your back right at the feet of your dead friend. You looked up, just a peak to see his face one last time but he didn't look decomposed, in fact he even had fresh blood on his face. You also saw his chest moving up and down very slowly, was he sleeping?

"Ah, how sweet of you" The man awes, pretending to be flustered by her death threats "but I didn't kill him"

He steps closer and slaps Jason's face, yelling "Wakey, wakey! You have a visit!"

You watch in shock at how he his eyes open so fast, how his head shoot up and the fear in his expression starts to settle in. He wore an orange jumpsuit, as if he was just an inmate more, his cheeks were stained with tears, there was dry blood on one of his nostrils and his lower lip had a cut. Not to mention the "J" scar on his face too.

"What did you do to him?" You ask, sitting up from where you were.

"We were just having fun together, right Jason?" He grabs his head from behind him to make him shake it, saying yes. "and you and I can have just as much fun, soon as you start telling the truth"

"Ma-Marianne?" His voice is rough and low, it was the first time you heard him scared.

"Yes," You crawl closer to him, and look up at him before resting your forehead in one of his legs to hide your face as you started to weep inconsolably "I'm so sorry, they said you were dead, that-"

There is a deadly silence filling the room , where you can only hear your ugly sobs. Jason doesn't respond and you didn't expect him to, but at least they let you cry in peace. Taking in the fact that he'd been alive all this time, thinking about what he's been put through as you mourned like an idiot when you should've kept looking for him. How you abandoned him, how everyone abandoned him. And that made you feel even worse than your initial thought of Joker not letting him rest after he died, because in that case there was nothing you could've done but now... You felt his leg move lightly and you looked up, maybe you were making him uncomfortable and this was his way of saying it. He mouthed a little "I love you" when he knew your captor wouldn't see it. Just then as you gave him a small nod and mouthed "I love you too" you saw he was crying too. Soon his tears fell on you, and he moved his shoulder and turned his head to wipe them off as he sniffed.

"Aww, isn't it romantic, Mr J?" Harley's voice sounds from behind you but you couldn't bring yourself to look away from him. You were getting out there tonight, fuck your cover, fuck your job, he was the only thing that mattered right now.

"Young love," He sighs, dreamy, as if he knew what he was talking about. Like he knew what love felt like at all in any way, shape or form. "We'll have a little menage a trois, It'll be fun dont cha' think?"

And soon enough you felt Harley's arms holding you down as he put a rag over your face and proceeded to throw water. Jason screamed, asking them to stop, that you had nothing to do with them. You coughed when they stopped, at least maybe your face was clean and free of the blood you bit from him earlier. You could handle getting waterboarded, you've been trained to endure all sorts of torture methods. What you couldn't handle was hearing and seeing him like that.

"Now, your little girlfriend hasn't been entirely honest with you"

"I don't know what you're talking about, I've already told you who I am" You insist, this time actually desperate.

"Ah- and who are these two then? Liars?" He shows him, not you, a picture of your fake parents dead. Then he shows it to you, of course Jason thought they were your parents, you gave him no reason to believe otherwise. "Cause you see, I thought you were just another annoying kid, getting in the way of my game with the bat- but you're much more than, you're too good"

Silence, you were trained better than this. They put the cloth on your face again, trying once more to get the truth out of you.

"Hey, maybe he knows" He switches up quickly, and takes a piece of broken wood to hold it over Jason "Come on tell me, who's her? And why is your old man protecting her?"

"Her name's Marianne, and he's protecting her because she's my friend"

"Ah-" He imitates a buzzer noise, like he was in some game show "Wrong answer" He hit him.

"Stop it!" You yell, as he repeatedly hit him. You struggle trying to break free from the woman holding you. Until you managed to hit her with my head somehow. You feel the pain in your scalp from her teeth hitting you too.

"This is useless mista' J," Harley spoke, doubt filled her voice. Maybe you were telling the truth, maybe you were just who you said you were and he was too lost to see it. "the girl's been saying the same for months, and her parents weren't even that convincing when they said they weren't her folks"

You watch them leave, him being visibly angry at her for questioning him. Only for him to come back moments later, almost bolting to Jason saying "I have a show to run outside, could you two behave and wait for me here?" Like you had much of a choice, then he said "And hold this for me, boy" before stabbing him. Of course he couldn't stop by without leaving him with an open wound of any sort. You rushed to him before the door was even closed, you removed the knife from the wound with your mouth, your hands still tied behind your back and wrapped up in multiple different layers in a failed attempt to stop you from using your power. Your eyes lit up as you healed him, his pained grunts eventually coming to a stop.

"I bet I look like shit right now" You joke, resting your cheek on his thigh once more. T rying to hide the fact that, despite the situation you were in, you were still a bit embarrassed that he saw you like that.

"You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen in my life" He confesses, not a single strain of joke or sarcasm in his statement and it makes you blush before you move to the back of his chair to untie him.

"You only say that because you want me to free you" You say before grabbing the rope with your teeth, taking longer to undo the knots than it would with your hands on your back and not being able to see what you were doing. If only they didn't think your powers worked from your hands.

"His ear, you did it?" He asked, getting a muffled sound of confirmation from you. "That's my girl"

The scoff in which he said it made you blush again, your cheeks were heating up tonight. He knew if anyone was ever getting him out it would be you, not Batman. His mentor probably started to look for a replacement as soon as he went off the grid. He knew you would never betray him, that's the only thing the Joker couldn't torture or manipulate out of him, the one thing he could hold on to. His kidnapper was wrong, he was never Batman's or his. He's always been yours, probably since you healed his ankle. The ropes around his arms loosen until he's free again, his muscles were sore but soon the adrenaline would kick in and rid him from all pain. He frees his legs in a hurry as you stand up in front of him, he stands up too again. The stretch felt good, moving on his own felt good, and seeing you again felt even better. You turned around, it was his turn to get rid of the ropes now. He grabbed the knife that you couldn't use and cut through your bindings. Still he couldn't help but think about the worried look on your face, what are you thinking about? How to get out? Him? Whatever it was, he took a moment and the second you turned to face him again he wrapped you in a hug. Feeling your warm body against him for the time in so long, you return the affection hugging him just as tightly. He feels relieved, finally a gentle hand lays on him, a hand that he knew could never hurt him.

"Jay, I-" You hesitate, hiding your face in his chest while trying to hide and get the courage to tell him at the same time "I have to tell you something"

"Can it wait until we get out?" You shake your head no, he had to know so you could break out from there. I mean, it was kinda hard to break out of Arkham without help.

"No, uhm, we need to call for help" You start "There's a chip on me, I need you to cut me and take it out"

"What? Help from who?"

"My agency" You admit in a whisper, and just as fast as you got him back you feel how you're loosing him a second time. He lets go of you, and you can feel the distance he's putting between you two more than any torture Joker put you through.

"Where is it?" He asks, his tone cold and detached. You try to hide how hurt you were, you should've expected it he had every reason to be mad.

"Here" You lift your shirt up and point to the place where the tracker was, on your lower stomach right above your hips, on your left side.

He nods, and you lay down on the floor so he can get to work. He touches you, only to get a feel of where it was and you try not to think that this will probably be the last time you feel him so close as you put your arm over your mouth to stop any noise that may come out of you. He cuts your skin, and you bite your arm and hope it's quick. With the end of the knife he swiftly pulls it out in between all the blood coming out of you. You tell him to step on it so it gets destroyed and sends the message, as you heal yourself. He wasn't even watching you, his eyes were fixed on the door processing yet another betrayal.

"Jay, I wanted to tell you-" You try to explain but he cut you off shooting a serious glare at you.

"I don't care," He was cold, his voice severe and it even scared you "get me the fuck out of here and we'll talk"

You nodded on the verge of tears, then deciding that holding on to the hope than when you two were somewhere safer he'd be open to have a conversation was your safer bet to maintain some sanity. Maybe then he'd listen to your apologies. At this point you weren't hoping for absolution but a truce would suffice. Why did you have to go and fuck it up? Why did you have to go and fall for him? You knew who you were, a spy trained for most of the life you remembered who worked undercover in Gotham, you knew you were not supposed to have any ties or emotional connections. You cursed at whoever gave you feelings and made you human, instead of whoever turned you into a machine.

"We should get moving, get to the extraction point"

He just nodded, it was short and formal, so unlike what you were used from him. He followed behind you as you carefully opened the door. There were no guards outside, so you moved. Soon an alarm started to blare through the rotten and worn down asylum wing, that's why the hallway was so empty. Two inmates run past both of you, pushing you to a wall in the process. You reach to grab Jason's wrist to make sure he's behind you but stop halfway through. Probably being touched by you was the last thing he wanted. So you just walk, decidedly pushing through this situation you were in. Armed with nothing but your fists you take out a man twice your size, you easily dodge his punches and swiftly move around him to hit him in key points that he leaves open. Jason watches, and realizes as you jump to the man's shoulders and snap his neck that you had been holding back all this time. He understands you have been capable of using lethal force but chose not to, though he doesn't know the reason for that. Was it because of Batman? Was it because you were ordered not to? He pushes down the thought, as he should be more focused on the guy he was fighting instead of you. You keep moving, going up to were a helicopter would be waiting for you. What you didn't expect was the Joker's backup plan, Death-stroke, pointing a gun right at your head. Shit, you didn't even tell him about your powers yet, he was going to be even more pissed if you didn't find another way out of this soon.

"Out of my way kid" He tells you "I'm only getting paid for not letting him leave alive, but I don't mind wasting a bullet"

"Oh, fuck off" you sigh tired, you just wanted to get out of there. You were exhausted, you wanted a shower and to sleep on a real bed and if it wasn't too much to ask maybe see the light of the sun. So you froze him, time stopped for the man in front of you. "move, it won't last long"

Jason wants to ask, he's itching to know. How did you do it? How did healing people translate into what you just did? He had so many questions for you, about you. Every time a new question came into his head he felt even more offended, he thought he knew you so well and turns out you'd made him out to be an idiot. He feels like an idiot and for that he's even angrier at you for lying, for keeping things from him when he had been so vulnerable to you. That you knew everything about him yet he knew barely anything about you and even what he knew he doubted it was even real at all. But out sheer stubbornness he wasn't going to ask, he'd rather take the curiosity to his grave.

The loud noise of a helicopter becomes more clear as you head up, and then you recognize the all black uniform and standard weapon of your agency. Confusion painted your face, why would they send backup instead of it just being an extraction team. Usually they didn't have a care in the word if you got out in time or not, even going as far as leaving you behind once. They weren't usually this helpful, or willing to use resources on a simple rescue mission. The help didn't last long since you heard the gun shot coming from where you came from. Shit, it wore off you better leave quickly. You tell him to run, to keep up the pace and he does, promising himself this was the last time he would trust you. It was all fine and well, you could see the escape route clearly you almost made it when you heard it. Jason held the bleeding wound from the bullet, stumbling until you helped him. You stole a gun from a passing agent, they wouldn't notice since it was just their back-up, and shot at the mercenary. Your aim was just a little off, since you were also holding a person with your other arm but you managed to hit his arm. The bullet just grazed him, your friend didn't have the same luck. You shot again, just to create some cover so you could move. It worked, you made it to the helicopter before he passed out from the blood loss. Sadly you couldn't heal him since the bullet was still there, so in tears as you took off you managed to stop his bleeding until you got help.

Of course your supervisor wasn't happy about you escaping earlier than expected or that you bought him along. But after some promises and insisting, they agreed not to let him die and took him to the closest headquarters. You knew the conditions they put on you were harsh but you thought nothing was worth more than his life, so you agreed. Even if it mean never seeing him again, why did it matter anyways? It's not like he wanted much to do with you after today.

A/N: Like I said on the notes on ao3, I'm sensitive and this is my first time posting what I write in a LONG time so have patience with me lol.

#bro I need to work on a better summary #w: jason #Ak!jason todd x reader #Jason todd x reader #reader insert #Ak!Jason todd x reader angst #jason todd angst #I'll add more tags later

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RICH KIDS OF SK ( HYUNJIN X READER (Y/N) X BANG CHAN PART 8

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part 9

part one part two, part three, PART FOUR part 5 PART 6 part 7.1

part 7.2

TRIGGER WARNING: Body Image Comments (DONT READ THE HIGHLIGHTED RED PART if you dont want to read such comments)

Y/N saw Yeji shaking, her eyes were red. Y/N went closer and crouched down, asking Yeji,

"Yeji, I'm gonna call Hyunjin and Yuna, okay? Till they come, I'll stay here with you." When Y/N was about to pull out her cellphone, Yeji held her hand and said, "No, please don't call anyone. Please, Y/N, I just want to be alone." Y/N said, "Yeji, something happened with Hyunjin?" Yeji replied, "No, everything is okay with him. I just... you won't understand, Y/N. Please, just leave me alone." Y/N took two minutes to think, then she sat next to Yeji on the bathroom floor. Neither of them said a word to each other. Yeji's phone buzzed again. Yeji looked at Y/N and said, "Did you open Twitter?" Y/N replied, "No." Yeji said, "Well, I am trending on Twitter, and my mom keeps sending me tweets." Y/N looked at Yeji with a confused look. Yeji weakly smiled while tears rolled out from her eyes.

Yeji opened her phone and showed Y/N what her mom texted. Her mom's messages were just random screenshots of people on Twitter. As Y/N read those tweets, which said, "I wouldn't be caught dead wearing what she wears. It's like she's trying to repel everyone with her hideous outfits."

"Her body is so disproportionate, it's like she's been assembled from spare parts."

"She's so old and wrinkled, it's like looking at a raisin. Maybe she should just retire and disappear."

"She's so ugly, it's like staring into the abyss. I can't believe anyone would find her attractive."

"Her hair looks like a rat's nest. Maybe she should invest in a wig or a paper bag to cover it up."

"She's such a disgrace to womanhood. She should do us all a favor and disappear from the public eye forever."

The message Yeji's mom sent was, "I told you to stop eating like a pig and get plastic surgery. Now you're bringing bad press and harming the family's reputation, Yeji."

Yeji said, "This is my life, Y/N. Since I was born till now, I had to be perfect at everything, even when I was doing my best, it was never enough. Every time you or anyone else in our circle achieves anything, my parents made sure to put me on more diets and classes to be better than anyone else." Y/N said, "Yeji, I didn't know. Why didn't you ever tell me this?" Yeji replied, "I never wanted anyone to know how miserable my life really is." Yeji looked at Y/N and said, "Please don't tell anyone about this, except Hyunjin. No one knows." Y/N asked, "Why don't you live with Hyunjin and his parents?" Yeji said, "I can't. If anyone finds out about my parents treating me this way, I don't know what they will do to me.

And without any reason, Hyunjin's parents won't allow us to live together; they have a very traditional mindset." Y/N said, "Yeji, if you want help, you can stay with me and Woo. You don't have to go back. Take a few days to clear your mind and decide how you want to live your life." Yeji looked at Y/N with tears and asked, "Are you sure?"

Y/N replied, "Of course."

yeji, y/n came out of the washroom and everyone had troubled expression. y/n asked what happened? felix broke the slience and asked did you see twitter?

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Come hell or high water. | Dean Winchester X Reader.

Summary: Looming over the Winchesters and [Y/N] is the war between heaven and hell. Dean will ultimately be faced with a choice he’d never be able to make. What will happen?

This will be a multi-part story, not necessarily set in a specific season but around 4-5 would be the best fit.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: None

Mentions: Sam Winchester, Lucifer, random made up characters to further the plot.

Here’s Part II if you haven’t read it.

Dean was the first to come to, coughing several times as he looked around to try and determine where the hell he was. Blinking several times to clear up his eyes he’d look from left to right—the surrounding area was dusty, dark, musty smelling and had rugs or blankets covering the windows. All the makings of an abandoned building of some sort. “Damn it.” He said aloud, realizing that they’d been hunting vamps and must’ve gotten jumped at some point. Though his memory was fuzzy for some reason. Now that he’d sort of figured out the location, he turned to the left and saw [Y/N] who was still unconscious. “[Y/N/N]. Babe.. [Y/N]!” He tried to be assertive but not too loud, after all he didn’t know where the vamps or whoever got the jump on them were. They could be anywhere.

It was no use though, [Y/N] wasn’t budging or waking up. This made Dean turn to the right, seeing his brother in a similar scenario. “Sammy. Sam.. Sam!” He spoke, same thing as seconds before—using an assertive tone but not raising his voice too much. Unfortunately Sam wasn’t budging either, still out cold. Sighing now, it was time for Dean to formulate a plan to get them awake and then to get all three of them the hell out of here.

Yesterday.

They’d been driving for seventeen hours now, all three of them swapping out and taking turns to drive so they could sleep or just rest in general. Right now Sam was driving and instead of taking the passenger seat once he’d passed his brother the driving responsibility, he slipped into the back with [Y/N] even though she was napping. They’d stopped at a gas station and Dean ran inside to grab some snacks and a couple drinks—coming back out and seeing his girlfriend asleep in the backseat. “I’m glad she’s finally getting some sleep.” Sam spoke, finishing up with pumping the gas. “Yeah. Me too. Sad it took this damn long but at least she’ll be rested when we get there.” Dean replied, only glancing towards his brother for a second or two before looking at her again. It was clear that he was worried, Sam was too, after the conversations they had with [Y/N] at the motel in New Orleans. She took two separate shifts driving already and hadn’t slept until she finally knocked out a few hours prior. Dean circled around the Impala and gently opened the back door. Luckily [Y/N] hadn’t moved too much, she still had her legs tucked in towards her butt and so it left enough room for him to sit and be comfortable. Leaning forward the eldest Winchester placed the plastic bag with the snacks and drinks on the floor by his feet. Sam got into the driver’s seat and accidentally closed the door a little too hard, which was met with a glare from his older brother. “A-Are we there yet?” She asked, eyelids slowly opening as she noticed the car had stopped. “No, sweetheart. Almost.” Dean answered, rubbing her calf gently. “Dean? When did you get back here?” [Y/N] asked before tilting her head up to see her boyfriend sitting by her feet. He’d smiled at her while continuing to rub her leg. “I came back when I switched out with Sam. I wanted you to keep napping and you did until right now, since someone’s got a heavy hand.” He replied, again glaring at Sam who looked apologetic. “Dude I’m sorry I didn’t realize I had that momentum.” She smiled as the younger Winchester spoke up. “It’s okay, I probably should be up anyways.” [Y/N] sat up briefly and gave her body a little bit of a stretch. “Nuh-uh-uh. Nope. You’re gonna go back to sleep.” Dean insisted. “I’ve been asleep for hou-“ she began to say but Dean cut her off. “Three hours. You’ve been asleep for three hours and we’ve been driving for seventeen.” She sighed, not realizing they’d been on the road that long.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel..” She started but then was met with a glare, albeit playful, from her boyfriend. “Alright, alright.” [Y/N] chuckled not wanting to push it. Sam had put the key into the ignition and Baby’s engine purred to life. As the car began to move, she’d look over towards Dean. “Do you mind if I lay my head on your lap?” She asked, keeping her tone lower mostly because she was just tired. “Of course you can, baby.” He replied with a smile. [Y/N] leaned into him and pressed a soft kiss to his lips which he happily returned. “Get some more sleep okay? We’ll have to hit the ground running when we get there.” She simply nodded, pushing herself down a little so that she could lay down again. Positioning her head onto his thigh, [Y/N] would soon fall back asleep.

Four hours later.

Sam had pulled the impala into the motel parking lot. Dean had actually called ahead and booked their room so that they could start working immediately. After putting Baby into park and turning the engine off, Sam would exit the vehicle. Softly Dean would shake [Y/N] to let her know it was time to get up. “We’re here babe.” He spoke, keeping his tone low so he wouldn’t scare her and make her jump. Slowly she lifted her head up and yawned. “Okay, thanks D’. Just give me a minute.” She replied before sitting up and stretching in the backseat. Slowly both the older brother and [Y/N] exited the impala. It was at this moment Sam came back from the main office with the room key. “Alright I got the key so let’s get in and get sorted.” Now the younger brother would insert the key into the lock and twist, granting them access to their room. Dean had told his girlfriend to just go inside, he’d grab the books and the bags. [Y/N] walked in and looked around the room briefly. “So, Dean and I figured we’d do a little work ahead of time. We called the coroner’s office and told them we were FBI, inquiring about the murders and setting up an appointment to see them.” Sam spoke, throwing his stuff on the right-side bed. “So, sounds like vamps?” [Y/N] asked, nervously fidgeting with the sleeves of her hoodie. Sam offered a sympathetic smile. “Yeah.. as far as everything they said. Of course we’ll know for sure when we go see them.” She nodded, this information was promising but it didn’t settle her nerves much. Dean would walk into the room and throw his bag and [Y/N]’s onto the left-side bed. “So, our appointment to go see the bodies is within the hour. I think we just gotta suit up and move out.” Dean spoke, both Sam and [Y/N] nodded. “Alright, I’ll go change first.” She spoke before headed into the bathroom with the bag she’d packed her clothes in—the two brothers pulling out the suits they’d brought to make the process quicker. Soon enough all three were dressed in their FBI best, Sam and Dean in classic black suits and ties while [Y/N] was dressed in a black pencil skirt, white blouse and a black blazer. Packing up their badges and bringing the essentials on them, they headed out.

“Hi, I’m Agent Hetfield.” Dean began. “These are partners Agent Ulrich and Agent Tomasi.” First to wave was Sam, [Y/N] offering a nod. “We’re here to check out the murder victims from a couple days ago.” All of this information was taken in by the receptionist before she’d press a few buttons on phone and informed the coroner that the FBI had arrived. Within a moment or so, a man dressed in scrubs came out and greeted the trio. “Hi, I’m Doctor Cortez.” He greeted, shaking everyone’s hands. “Right this way.” He’d then begin leading them towards the morgue. It was a short walk and they pushed through the doorway and into the room. Dr. Cortez opened two of the drawers to reveal both murder victims. “This is Alicia Monroe, 24, found in the middle of a ranch field. This is her boyfriend Charles Feldman, 26, also found in that same field.” [Y/N] was the first to speak after that. “So, my partners here were the ones discussing some things over the phone. What did you determine was cause of death?” This made the doctor sigh. “Honestly it’s been pretty difficult to pinpoint what was the exact cause.” He replied. Sam raised his eyebrow at this, confused. “What do you mean by that?” Dr. Cortez looked towards the younger Winchester and looked rather defeated. “There’s a couple of things that could have caused death, but one doesn’t stick out more than the other.” Dean sighed. That wasn’t a good sign. He pulled his card from his pocket and handed it over to the doctor. “If you can determine cause of death, or have any additional information just call that number.” Dean spoke, a nod coming from the doctor. “We’ll leave you get back to work, thanks Doc’. We appreciate your time.” [Y/N] said before the trio exited the morgue and began walking back towards the front of the building.

“There’s definitely something.. wrong here. Have you ever seen a vampire kill that wasn’t easily called as exsanguination or a broken neck?” She asked, looking towards the brothers once they’d exited the entire building. “Not that I can think of, no.” Dean answered. “Yeah I’m not recalling any.” Sam added. This was causing [Y/N] to feel increasingly nervous again, looking down and toying with the buttons on her blazer. “Hey, breathe okay? We’ll figure it out. We always do.” Dean tried to assure her, but she knew that something was very wrong. “We’ve got the strongest team between us, we always find out what’s going on one way or another.” Sam reassured, but their words unfortunately weren’t going what they’d hoped. “I got their names so, we can talk to their families and see if something weird had been going on.” She said, finally gazing up—her eyes flicking from one Winchester to the other. “Yeah, that’s a good idea. I’ll look it up while you guys grab coffee.” Sam replied, getting into the backseat once they’d all reached the impala. Dean pulled the keys from his pocket and got into the driver’s side as [Y/N] got into the passenger seat. No one else had said much in the drive which Sam would be directing once he located the addresses of the victims families. [Y/N] was zoned out, lost in her brain and wondering why this case had seemed so weird. Once they made it about ten minutes up the road they found a place for coffee, Sam bringing in his laptop and setting it up on the table. [Y/N] sat with Sam while Dean waited in line to order their drinks. It was silent between them, just the little bit of hustle and bustle of a local cafe. “What if..” she began, debating on whether or not she’s gonna vocalize her theory. “Yeah?” Sam asked, flicking his gaze up to look at her face. “Those holes in their necks.. they were weird. They didn’t look like they were really made by a vampire. If they were, it was.. I don’t know. Weirdly not used? They didn’t look like the normal holes vamps leave behind.” [Y/N] sighed, knowing it probably sounded crazy. “Say that’s true, what the hell could’ve caused them?” He asked, clicking some keys on his laptop. “That’s something I can’t put my finger on, but Sam something is incredibly off..” she sighed as Dean had approached the table and placed his brother and his girlfriend’s drinks in front of their respective person. “What’re you guys talking about?” He asked, bringing his own drink up to his lips and taking a sip.

“[Y/N] got a good look at the holes on the victims necks, said they don’t look like regular holes from vamps.” Sam answered, using one hand to move the cursor around his laptop and using his free hand to grab the coffee cup. Quickly bringing it up to his lips and taking a drink. Dean looked puzzled, gazing over to his girlfriend. “What’s that mean?” He’d ask, eyes watching her closely. “I don’t know how to explain it other than.. they weren’t used? Like, it looks as though they were made to throw us off but it doesn’t look like blood was sucked out.” She answered. Truth was, she still wasn’t sure what the hell that meant. Eyes flicking between the table and her boyfriend’s green eyes. “So what, something or someone wants us to think it’s vamps and not something else?” Dean asked, focusing his gaze between his younger brother and his girlfriend. “That’s my best guess, like I said.. something just isn’t right here.” [Y/N] sighed before grabbing her coffee and finally taking a drink, finding momentary comfort in its warmth. “Alright well, I found the addresses for the victims and their families. What if you guys go investigate their apartment? I’ll go talk to the families and see if they know anything that could help.” Sam spoke, writing things down on a piece of paper he’d brought along. “Alright, yeah, you drop us off there and then drive since you’ve got two destinations and we’ve just got the one.” Dean answered, knowing she wouldn’t mind—especially considering it meant she didn’t have to act entirely okay in front of strangers. [Y/N] continued to sip on her coffee, sighing quietly. She wished that she didn’t feel so apprehensive about this case but her gut was telling her something was wrong. Dean kept his eyes on her now, silently watching as she struggled and wishing so desperately that he could ease her worry and her pain.

Coffees were finished and soon enough the trio was piling back into the impala. Sam in the driver’s seat with [Y/N] and Dean in the backseat. He’d taken her hand into his and interlaced their fingers together, gently rubbing the pad of his thumb along the bottom part of her hand. Slowly stroking from the base of her thumb to about her wrist and back again. It was roughly a fifteen minute drive to where the couple had been living, Sam briefly put Baby in park. “Alright, anything goes wrong or you learn anything text or call.” Sam tells them, earning a playfully annoyed look from both his brother and [Y/N]. “Thanks dad.” She said, chuckling softly which prompted Dean to chuckle. “You too, though.” He spoke with his eyes on his little brother. “Will do.” Sam smiled after saying, the back door opening and Dean slipping out first. [Y/N] smiled at the younger of the brothers and placed her hand on his shoulder for a moment. “Be safe.” She said, he nodded. “You guys too.” He replied and in similar fashion she nodded. [Y/N] slid out of the backseat and flattened her skirt to assure it wasn’t caught on anything. Once Dean closed the door again, Sam slowly took off down the street. Luckily the place that the couple was renting wasn’t difficult to get into—[Y/N] slicing through the police tape with her knife. Dean pushed the door open gently and the two of them made their way inside. Upon their entry the smell had both of them look towards one another with a widened gaze. “Do you smell that?” He asked, immediately prompting her to nod. “Yup—that’s never a good sign.” She sighed. “It’s just a hint, maybe it’s coincidence?” He sighed. “It’s never just coincidence for us.” She spoke up, both clearly more tense and on higher alert. Dean and [Y/N] both drawing their guns just in case. Slowly they moved as a unit, clearing every room but the worry in their guts was only reaffirmed as they moved deeper into the house. There was only one room left after a few minutes, which was the couple’s bedroom. “I’ve got you covered.” [Y/N] said, gun aimed forward just over Dean’s shoulder. He nodded, keeping his own gun aimed forward while he reached forward using his free hand and quickly turned the doorknob. Pushing the door open, they both slowly entered.

They looked in opposite directions once inside, assuring there would be no sneak attacks. Eyeing the shelf in front of her, she ran her finger across the substance that had been left behind. Briefly smelling it made her heart sink. “D, look—we were right.” She spoke up, leading to him turning to face her and seeing the residue. “Sulfur.” They said together in unison which confirmed their suspicions upon entering the house. “Why the hell were demons here?” Dean asked, pulling his hand over his face as everything had just become more difficult and more dangerous. “I don’t know, but if demons are involved..” she began, sighing again. “..that means Lucifer is involved.” Both of their expressions had hardened with irritation mixed with confusion. “I guess that’s why you felt so strongly about this being something more than what it presented as..” Dean was frustrated. It was evident and he was trying to keep composure for [Y/N]’s sake. She hated being right in times like this, but, there was no denying it anymore. “I just don’t understand the game plan here, like what does he even want from us?” She asked, eyes scanning around the area for any other potential clues or signs. “I wish I knew, sweetheart. Your guess is as good as mine.” Dean didn’t like this, not even a little bit. Slowly pulling his cellphone from his pocket he began to type a text to Sam.

📲 Dean: {Hey Sammy, we’ve got a problem. You get to the first family’s house yet?}

📲 Sam: {Yeah, man. Just got here. What’s the problem?}

📲 Dean: {We’re at the house and the minute we walked in the door something smelt off. We get to the couple’s bedroom and [Y/N] and I found sulfur residue.}

📲 Sam: {What.. why the hell are demons involved?}

📲 Dean: {No clue. We’re looking into things here just wanted to give you a heads up.}

[Y/N] had been looking around while Dean texted his little brother. Trying to make sense of what was happening. She walked towards the nightstand and looked at a picture that was standing in its frame. “They seemed decently happy, at least in pictures.” Her voice broke Dean from his daze and he looked towards her now. “Maybe they reached out to the demons? Make a deal?” He offered an explanation but, it didn’t seem to fit. “I mean, maybe but that seems unlikely. I haven’t seen anything in here that screams ‘devil made me successful’. Besides if they made a deal, why not just wait to collect. They weren’t old enough to have made that deal ten years ago—they’d have been teenagers.” [Y/N] replied, wedging the nightstand drawer open and grabbing a stack of envelopes. Flicking through them to see if anything stood out. “Anything?” Dean asked, beginning to look around the other side of the room. “Just seems like bills for the most part, nothing crazy.” She sighed, throwing them back into the drawer. Finding nothing more really, [Y/N] began walking towards where her boyfriend stood. However she was stopped in her tracks—Dean hearing a loud thud from behind him, slowly he goes to turn around but feels two fingers press against his forehead and everything goes black.

Present time.

Dean had been trying to wrack his brain, trying to formulate some sort of escape route. However it was difficult for just him, he had no sense of time—no idea how long it had been since he tried to wake his brother and his girlfriend up. Suddenly a bit of noise began to break the heavy silence. Dean’s eyes immediately moved to Sam who was moving around, figuring out rather quickly that he was tied to a chair. “Sammy, hey, you’re awake.” His younger brother slowly turned his head in the direction he’d heard Dean’s voice from. “Dean..? Where the hell are we?” He asked, blinking repeatedly to clear his eyes. “I don’t know, some abandoned building. I’ve been trying to figure it out but I can’t get free.” Dean would sigh, his eyes moving to where his girlfriend was restrained. She still hadn’t moved. “Where’s [Y/N]?” Sam asked, almost like he sensed his older brother’s actions. “Right here, other side of me. She’s still out.” His eyes didn’t move from his girlfriend even when he’d spoken. It’s like he was trying to will her into waking up, just so he could know that she was okay. “Man, the last thing I remember was leaving the male victim’s family’s house—then nothing.” Sam spoke, not too loud, who really knew who was out there listening to them. “I heard a thud behind me in the couple’s room, I’m assuming it was [Y/N] hitting the floor. I went to turn around and then boom, nothing.” Dean too trying to recollect anything that would give a hint to where they were or who’s behind holding them captive here.

“Have you seen anything moving while you’ve been awake?” Sam asked, glancing around trying to see if there was any evidence that someone or something was nearby. Dean shook his head. “No, it’s been pretty silent. I’ve been trying to figure out how the hell we get outta this..” Sighing the older brother turned his gaze towards [Y/N] with concern and love glimmering in those green eyes. “C’mon [Y/N/N].. you’ve gotta wake up babe.” He whispered, seemingly at the perfect time or maybe she’d heard him. “W-where am I..? Dean? Sam?” She asked, keeping the volume down—her voice was raspy from not being fully awake yet. “Hey, hey, I’m here. Sam’s here too. We’re.. well we don’t know where the hell we are.” Dean confessed, [Y/N] doing what they’d each done, blinking the blurriness from their eyes. Once she had, she met Dean’s gaze with her [Y/E/C] eyes and it made him feel incredibly safe. He was still worried about how they were gonna get out of here, but knowing she was okay gave him so much relief. “I don’t remember anything after a certain point in that couple’s bedroom..” she admitted, looking over to see Sam as well. “Who the hell got the jump on us?” She asked, to which the brothers could only shrug slightly. “We have no idea, honestly.” Sam spoke up. “Wait..” Dean spoke out loud, realizing after a fair share of movement that his arms weren’t in as tight of a grip as they had been. “..I can get out of this just gimmie a second.” He spoke before wriggling around against the wooden chair, after another few moments the rope slid off of his arms and onto the floor. Both Sam and [Y/N] looked relieved as Dean grabbed his knife, cutting his legs free. Immediately running to his girlfriend and cutting her free, followed up by his little brother. Sam stood up to stretch his limbs and [Y/N] had too, but she was almost immediately engulfed by Dean and a tight hug. “Hi, I’m here. I’m right here.” She replied, knowing he’d been worried about her and having to see her like that with no means to help. “I know I’m just glad you’re awake.” He said with his lips pressing against her head, kisses being placed periodically.

Suddenly a voice broke the tender moment. “Awww, how touching is this?” it said. Dean, [Y/N] and Sam all turned to see where the voice had come from. Sure enough, all their previous suspicions were proved correct. “Lucifer.” All three said in unison, scowls on their faces. “C’mon, why the long faces! I think I look good today.” He laughed, which had the hunters all rolling their eyes. Lucifer finally took a step outside of the shadows and came into view. His face wore a smirk that spread from ear to ear, reminiscent of the Cheshire Cat. Seconds passed and he let his gaze linger on all three of the hunters that stood before him, an uneasy feeling now lingering in the air. Sam was the first to speak up, irritation coating his tone. “What do you want, Lucifer?” He asked, glaring towards the devil himself. “Oh let me bask in the glory of what’s about to happen before I deliver the blow Sammy! You just have to ruin all the fun.” Lucifer replied with an ever wicked grin still painted upon his lips. “Cut the shit, Lucifer. We’re not here to live in your monologue.” [Y/N] spoke, still holding onto Dean while her gaze was shooting daggers toward the fallen angel. However instead of gaining the usual level of irritation they’d get in talking back to him, Lucifer continued to grin. This set off alarms in all three of the hunters as they exchanged looks of concern. “What? Expecting some other reaction are we?” He asked, his gaze now falling solely upon Dean.

“What’s your angle then huh? Get to it already so we can get the hell out of here.” Dean spoke, returning the devil’s gaze and not backing down an inch. Silence again overtook the room, Lucifer’s eyes unmoved from Dean’s. Sam and [Y/N] turned their heads to look at one another. Something was happening, something was shifting and it wasn’t good—especially if it had Lucifer this happy. “Fine.” It was a simple statement from the fallen angel, but it wasn’t followed by further information. Not at first. “I’m here to inform you, Dean Winchester, that you’ve got an incredible choice on your hands. One that will alter everything you stand for and everything you believe in—a choice that will tear you apart inside until you’re asking to be Michael’s meat suit.” [Y/N]’s stomach dropped hearing this, because that meant it was something bigger than even her intuition could’ve imagined. “Yeah? What’s this ‘important choice’ then huh?” Dean asked, Sam watching from the other side. He had just as bad a feeling about this as [Y/N] did—neither had any chance to speak up though, Lucifer answering immediately. “It’s simple really. You, oh you’ve got the choice of who gets a one way ticket to pain and suffering. Dean Winchester, it’s your decision who gets sent to hell here today. Little Sammy-boy..” he paused, gesturing towards the younger of the Winchester brothers. “or..” Dean’s heart was racing, knowing exactly what was coming but dreading having to hear it said aloud. “..your beautiful, so very beautiful, girlfriend [Y/N].”

#dean winchester #dean x reader #fanfic #supernatural #dean winchester imagines #spn #spn imagines #dean winchester x reader #fanfics

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kining-the-evil · 3 months

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Pitty Party

/Summary/: After a mistake on a mission that led to another member of the team getting hurt May is there to help bring you back to earth

/Trigger warnings/: talks of death, talks of being in jail, panic attacks, no pronouns are used but reader is meant to be they/them, may is a mentor to the reader

/Requested by/: @mellifluous-fics

Agents of shield Masterlist. Other masterlists

/AN/: I am so, unbelievably sorry this took almost a year to get out. I’m going back and trying to get all of the old fics out that were the original requesters. I really hope it was worth the wait.

Slap…Slap…Slap…

You listened to the way your fists hit the punching bag in front of you. Your hands were starting to go numb, but you ignored it as you continued to hit the bag. You didn’t want to stop, you couldn’t stop. Not after today. Not after you fucked up the way you did. Not after you let Fitz get hurt on a mission.

You heard someone come into the room, but you ignored it, just like you had every other time someone from the team came in to try and talk to you. You ignored Sky, Colson, and Grant. Even Simmons left Fitz’s side to try and talk to you, but you refused to stop or look over at her as she told you Fitz was going to be okay.

“I didn’t come in here to be ignored.”

You hesitated for a second when you heard May's voice, but the moment you did, a flash of what happened went through your mind and you went back to hitting the bag. May let you continue for a few minutes before speaking again.

“You’ve been at it for two hours, you’re gonna hurt yourself.”

“‘M fine.” You finally mumbled, but her words got to you slightly. You started to feel the exhaustion from not only the two hours of active work you just did, but the mission you’d been on before this. You felt your body stagger slightly, your arms getting heavy and you could suddenly feel the sweat covering your body.

A hand touched your shoulder, pulling you back from the bag, and you let it. Your hands fell as you were led back a few feet, and you had to work to stay upright.

“Sit.” May commanded, though her voice was slightly softer than it normally was. She pushed you down onto a bench, walking away to grab you some water, not that you drank it. Instead you just looked at the water as you tried to catch your breath.

“Don’t throw yourself a-“

“It’s not a pitty party.” You snapped through labored breath. You knew this speech, it was the same thing May had given you a thousand times. When she was training you and you had a tough day, when you failed a mission for the first time, even when she came to recruit you for SHIELD. You could remember it like it was yesterday, how you were in a ‘correctional facility,’ no one had visited you the entire time you were there, your parents making it clear they didn’t want anything to do with you after the ‘incident.’ That’s when May showed up, offering you a place at their youth training center, and you happily took it instead of being stuck in that facility for any longer than you had too. You could remember exactly what she said; ‘you can stay here and throw yourself a pitty party or you can make a difference.’

“It sure looks like one,” May told you. “You’re ignoring you team, Fitz is going to be fine-“

“He’s not fine!” You finally snapped. “Fitz isn’t fine! He got shot because I could do my damn job and clear the building!” You stood up and threw the plastic cup of water to the ground. May just watched you, her hands crossed across her chest. “Say something!”

“Say what?” She sounded like her calm composed self, and it pissed you off.

“Anything! Yell at me! Tell me I was an idiot that doesn’t know how to do my job! You should be angry with me, everyone should be!” You yelled at her as your eyes filled with tears. “I’m the reason my teammate almost died! I’m supposed to protect you all, that’s my job, and I couldn’t even do that!”

May just watched you yell as tears streamed down your face. You were sure everyone could hear you at this point, but you didn’t care. You wanted May to tell you off like she did every other mistake.

“How many missions have you successfully completed?” You frowned at her words as you cried.

“What-“

“How many missions have you completed successfully?”

“I don’t know… a lot?”

“And how many have ended with a teammate hurt in a way that could have been lethal?”

“Two.” May’s face softened at your answers slightly.

“That time wasn’t a mission-“

“That’s what we called it. And because I didn’t watch the owner of that convenient store we robbed my best friend that I considered family died. And now another friend I consider family almost died because I didn’t watch for any threats like I should have been doing! So don’t make this into a ‘it only happened once, everyone makes mistakes,’ because this isn’t that! These two times matter more than any other mission I’ve completed!”

By the end of your little rant you were full on crying, almost hyperventilating as you wrapped your arms around yourself. A panic attack. You used to get them a lot when you were younger, but you hadn’t had a bad one like this in years.

You were so wrapped up in your struggle to breath and the flashing memories that you didn’t realize May had moved closer to you until her strong arms were being wrapped around you.

“Follow my breathing.” May told you,and you did your best to match your shaky breaths to her strong ones. You don't know how long you stood there together doing that, but eventually you were able to slow your breathing. Even after that May kept her arms around you.

“You aren’t getting sent away for this mistake, none of us are going to leave you because you made an honest mistake. Okay?”

“I should still be punished.”

“Normally I’d agree to a good punishment for a mistake, but I think you’ve done plenary.” May motioned to your split and bleeding knuckles. “Now, come on. Fitz was worried sick that you were punishing yourself over this.”

You nodded and let May lead you out of the room and back to your team.

#agents of shield x reader #agents of shield #melinda may x reader #melinda may #mother figure!melinda may #my wriring

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laundrybiscuits · 6 months

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Spotify wrapped #13 (my lucky number😋)

Unfortunately sparklyslug got there first, so I pulled up a random number generator and it served up #36! Hope that’s okay.

baby why don’t you come over / red wine supernova / falling into me / I don’t care that you’re a stoner / red wine supernova / fall right into me

The first time Stevie meets her is on Halloween, which doesn’t seem strange at the time. Stevie’s wearing her mom’s old go-go boots from the sixties and she’s teased her hair up into a beehive; it’s silly, but she thinks she actually looks pretty hot in her little minidress.

Eddie agrees, apparently. She’s got some kind of tacky vampire costume on, and not even a sexy one. It doesn’t even look like she’s put that much effort into it: just a faded waistcoat that looks secondhand, a garbage-bag cape, and plastic fangs that keep slipping off.

It should look ridiculous. It does look ridiculous. But the way Eddie keeps glancing over with hot dark eyes from across the room is…it’s not something Stevie’s really considered before, and if she had considered it, she would expect it to be just about anyone else. Someone normal, ideally.

Anyway, she doesn’t think too hard about it when she sees Eddie leaning on the railing of the deck all by herself, a little past midnight. She slips out the screen door, wrapping her arms around herself to ward off the chill, and walks over.

“Hi,” she says. “I’m Stevie.”

“I know,” says Eddie. “I’m Eddie.”

“I know,” she says. She’d asked around.

“You know, huh?” says Eddie, raising her eyebrows. “Okay, Stevie. You’re not scared to be out here in the dark with a creature of ze night?” Eddie makes a dumb face, baring her plastic fangs.

“Terrified.” She’s had a glass or two of cab, nowhere near enough to justify the bold way she reaches up and plucks the fangs right out of Eddie’s mouth. “Or I would be, if these weren’t fake as hell. Did you get them at the dollar store?”

“Those are fake, sure,” says Eddie. “These aren’t, though.”

Stevie’s been a little distracted glancing down at the shine of Eddie’s spit on her fingertips. When she looks back up, Eddie’s watching her carefully, lip curled back to show a set of long, curving canines.

“That’s, um,” Stevie swallows. “That’s fake too.”

Eddie runs the tip of her tongue along the edge of her impossible teeth. “Not gonna get grabby again?”

Stevie sees herself reaching out like someone else is moving her hand, and brushes her finger down a fang. Even before she makes contact, though, she knows.

“So, pretty little Stevie Harrington,” says Eddie. Her voice is like smoke. “Why’d you come out here? Do you even know?”

“No,” says Stevie honestly. “But—I think you do.”

“Good answer,” says Eddie, and bites down.

—

Eddie jumps when Stevie slides onto the barstool next to her.

“Jesus, are you stalking me?”

“No!” Stevie’s really not. Asking around about where Eddie might hang out, and then trying to be in those places at the appropriate times—that’s not stalking, that’s just. Showing an interest. Being proactive. A real go-getter move, like her softball coach used to say.

“I just…thought you might want some dinner. Or breakfast. I don’t know if you, um…” Stevie trails off uncertainly. She’s only ever seen Eddie after dark, but Eddie doesn’t seem like the kind of person who kept normal hours even when she was alive, so she’s not sure if the whole daylight thing is true or not.

At any rate, she’s come prepared in a low-cut dress, no necklace or anything, faint wounds on full display. She’d thought about covering them up—maybe vampires like it when girls are totally innocent and, like, unpunctured? She’d run, if Eddie wanted to chase her. She’s given a lot of thought to Eddie chasing her, and even more thought to what might happen if Eddie caught her. But Stevie loves catching a glimpse of the marks in the mirror too much, and anyway concealer probably tastes bad.

Eddie’s eyes keep flicking between the marks and Stevie’s cleavage in her push-up bra, so that all seems to have worked out okay.

“I don’t…usually eat breakfast,” says Eddie slowly. “Not really one for, like. Pancakes.”

“I didn’t bring you pancakes,” says Stevie.

“Is this—are you a hunter or something?” Eddie asks abruptly. “You have to tell me if you’re a hunter, it’s the law.”

Stevie wrinkles her nose. “There’s no way that’s true. But wait, vampire hunters are real too?”

“Buncha small-minded dicks who don’t even—anyway, what is this then, some kinda revenge?”

“For what?”

“I don’t know! Despoiling your maiden form!”

“I don’t remember a lot of despoiling,” says Stevie, tugging her dress down a little just to watch Eddie’s eyes snap down and back up, lightning-fast. “But you could refresh my memory.”

“You do remember the, uh.” Eddie glances around at the dimly-lit bar; the nearest people are a couple of leather-clad women swaying together by the jukebox halfway across the room. Eddie flashes her fangs, and Stevie’s entranced by the way her normal teeth shift out of the way.

“Uh-huh,” she says.

“I guess I’m a little confused,” says Eddie.

“It’s not that complicated.” Stevie reaches out to tuck her fingertips underneath the cuff of Eddie’s jacket. “I’m saying I live a couple blocks away, and you should come over. Have a drink. See how it goes.”

“Well…okay. Jesus.” Eddie tilts her head, looking at Stevie with something unreadable in her eyes. “Pretty little Stevie Harrington. Guess you figured out what you want, huh?”

“Guess I did,” says Stevie.

“This isn’t, like—I’m not promising anything,” says Eddie, but she lets Stevie wear her jacket the whole walk back.

#it's been a busy weekend but yes I'm still finishing these up! more to come #don't mind me on my monsterfucker Stevie H. agenda #I have never once thought 'vampires' when listening to this song but when I skimmed the lyrics for inspo...#this came together VERY quickly #ask games

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rarilight · 1 year

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And They Were Roommates

Ficlet for @pr3x inspired by @punkitt-is-here wonderfully hilarious Sigma Mare Rainbow Dash's comics.

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In Rainbow Dash’s humble opinion, it was very cool for Fluttershy that they were now roommates. Sure, it sucked that the cottage was under renovation due to some freak firestorm, but until that was fixed, Rainbow was determined to make sure her dear friend lived the GOOD life.

We probably need more furniture, Fluttershy had suggested, which Rainbow didn’t understand—what else would you need besides a fridge, a sleeping bag, a chair, and a TV—but she wasn’t about to say no to her friend.

Taking on the task of finding furniture while Fluttershy did the sweeping she insisted on doing, Rainbow Dash took off into town and came back thirty minutes later with the mother of all sweet hauls.

“Hey, Shy, check this out!” she exclaimed excitedly, slamming open her door and dragging in her loot. “We’re set for life!”

Fluttershy flew in from the kitchen, delighted. “Oh! Let me see.”

And see she would, as Rainbow proudly dragged in:

Four milk crates of varying sizes

Several cinderblocks with 2x4 plank shelving

A standing lamp that was all twisted in a super cool way

A big plastic table that had the SICKEST graffiti on it

And that was it

“Oh,” said Fluttershy.

“Right?!” Rainbow exclaimed, slamming a hoof on her new table. “Can you believe all this shit was FREE? They were, like, outside this house and stuff!” She puffed up her chest. “We’re lucky I saw them before some bozo took them first, huh?”

Fluttershy didn’t say anything and just stared at her new furniture, probably overwhelmed by how awesome it was. Which was great, because Rainbow loved making Fluttershy happy.

“Where should we put these?” Rainbow asked, wanting to include Fluttershy in the process. Mi casa es tu casa stuff and all, you know? She gestured to the table. “Let’s figure that out first.”

Fluttershy gingerly approached the graffiti’d table, inspecting it before focusing in on something written in the center.

“Uhm,” she said, softly. She looked to Rainbow. “That’s a bad word.”

Rainbow blinked. Looked at the word. Back to Fluttershy. “That’s a bad word?”

“Uhm, yes,” Fluttershy said. “A really bad word.”

Ah, fuck, Rainbow thought.

“Uuuuuuuh…” she said, calm and collected because she was calm and collected.

She could still save this. Right. She just had to THINK, which she was really good at. Okay. The other day when they were at Rarity’s house, Rarity’s table had this long stretchy tablecloth in the center going from one side to the other, length-wise. Rainbow thought it was stupid because it was, like, fifteen inches wide so it didn’t cover the entire table, but Fluttershy said it was nice.

So she needed something like that.

And then it hit her. She had one.

“Wait, I’ll be back!”

She rushed into her room and came back with something she bought once that happened to kinda work like that. Colored like the rainbow, it was called a ‘Runner’ and she’d bought it at the store to help her run. It didn’t, though, and she couldn’t return it, so she stashed it in a box in her closet.

But, now, finally, it had a use.

Quickly, she placed it on the table and was stoked to see it perfectly covered the bad word, even if it looked just as stupid as Rarity’s.

“There!” she exclaimed, hopeful. “Better?”

Fluttershy nodded, pleased. “Oh, yes. That works for now.”

Nailed it, Rainbow thought, pumping her hoof in the air while Fluttershy went to one of Rainbow’s Boxes of Stuff.

“Maybe there’s something here we can put as a centerpiece,” Fluttershy suggested. She opened the box, stared at it for a moment, and then pulled out a nail gun. “What’s this for?”

Rainbow snorted. Wasn’t it obvious?

“To hang posters, duh.”

“O-Oh, dear.”

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#rainbow dash #fluttershy #mlp

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Spiderwebs #32: Redmond

Masterlist

content: past starvation

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The truck stop had a store beside it. It was a warm morning, considering they were in the middle of winter. There were still not many people around. He was hungry.

The hunger came on with a violent force and speed, waking him up before the sunshine or Heather ever could. Now that Jackie had access to soup and tea and such luxuries, it seemed that his appetite had returned. His head ached, his limbs ached, his chest ached, and his guts shredded themselves into knots. It was a desire that drowned out all other wants, suffocated all thoughts, as sudden and intrusive as a bullet wound.

It was a wonder, really, how he survived this long without any proper sustenance. He could believe in gouged eyes, severed limbs, and charred skin, but surviving extreme starvation was a little ridiculous. As an esteemed biochemist once said: was he a fucking plant? That wouldn’t make any sense, either. There was no sunlight in the basement. Those pages of Oliver Twist he gnawed on couldn’t have possibly been enough. But his biology didn’t care for such intricacies. He needed to deal with it immediately, and he would suffer immensely until these demands were met.

“Heather.”

“Yes, Jackie?”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d be digging my own grave. I feel like I’m gonna keel over. Or puke.” He put his head against her shoulder. “I’m starving. Can I get—I don’t know, whatever this truck stop sells. I could eat a horse right now.”

“I’ll get you something. Don't be so dramatic.” She unlocked her door. “Do you think you can walk?”

“I can walk. A little.”

“Then you’re coming with me.” Heather cleared her throat. “Listen carefully. If anybody asks, your name is Elijah Smith. You’re my boyfriend, and we’re here on holiday. Don’t talk to anybody unless prompted. Try not to look so… I don’t know, inexplicably exhausted? Try to act natural.”

“Your boyfriend?” He cocked his head to one side, grinning.

“Funny you should mention that. I actually spent a lot of time thinking about this. You could pretend to be my brother, but the problem is that I’m an only child. Any investigator with half their wits could read my files and find out we’re lying. I’m not married, either, and I’ve never been divorced, so you can’t take my hypothetical husband’s name. You could be my friend, obviously, but that would sound suspicious. We will be sleeping in the same room, after all. People think romantic relationships are more important, and I’d rather not elicit any strange looks if we check into a hotel together. Any attention is bad attention. That about covers it, I think. Oh, and I don’t think you could ever pretend to be my dad. No offense, but you barely look twenty.”

"...Oh. Okay."

“By the way, if you’re planning to yell for help, don’t bother. I’ve got a pistol in my bag.” She opened the car door. There were sounds of seagulls—were they near water?—and the distant murmur of wind, as well as the dull roar of trucks above all that. “Come on. We don’t have all day.”

He left the car as well, and managed to stand up despite the debilitating sensation in his stomach. The air was rich with the scent of lake scum and dead fish, and quite a bit warmer than the biting breeze he’d felt the night before. There were a few trucks around, and one or two cars. A stray candy wrapper crashed and stumbled across the concrete. The yellow plastic was so vivid to him. Brilliant as a sheaf of gold, catching the sunlight like a newly cut jewel. It was lovely to be outside again.

Heather took his hand, a little too tightly, and they walked into the store. A bell rang above the doorway. It was not very big, but not crowded either. Its stock was similar to a convenience store, except they also sold pastries and coffee. No tea. He hadn’t seen this much food since… well. There were no polite euphemisms for kidnapping. It was hard for Jackie to take his eyes off the strudels and croissants, even as Heather spoke to him.

“I don’t know if they have soup,” she said in a low tone. “Do you think you can eat something else?”

He nodded. “I want a muffin. Can I have a muffin?”

“Alright, I’ll buy a muffin. Go look at some hunting knives or something. Don’t leave the store, though. I’ll come over when I’m done.”

He glanced over to the aisle of hunting knives. “Why do they have so many?”

“Lord knows.” She let go of his hand.

He was left standing there, feeling rather lost in such a public space.

He could have screamed. He could have run outside and kept running until his lungs went raw, or until the police found him. But to risk losing Heather’s trust would be suicide—no, a kamikaze, considering how much was at stake for her. And he would never get that muffin. Besides, he did sympathize with her situation. It wasn’t easy being on the run. He didn’t have to make things difficult for her.

Either way, the cost of failure was too high. It was hard to forget the scars along his chest, or the burns on his skin. Escape was a pipe dream best left to rot.

The hunting knives were not particularly interesting, but they were something new, and he was always craving something new lately. They were small, curved on the edges. Used for skinning animals, he assumed. He didn’t think such a tiny knife could kill anything. But they were probably meant to be souvenirs, rather than actual tools. Some of them had little designs on the handles. There was one with the words Redmond, Washington on it, under the city’s pine tree symbol.

Redmond? We aren’t in Seattle anymore? Did Heather even live in Seattle? He had always assumed so. His old apartment was in Seattle. But it wasn’t a stretch to assume she’d gone hunting out of town, so to speak. She could have driven across the state in order to abduct her newest organ donor, even across the country. They couldn’t have reached a new state so quickly, though, so she probably still lived somewhere in Washington. Also, didn’t she have an address? Obviously. Everyone did. Why didn’t he check the address above her garage? There had to be one, but it had completely slipped his mind. I’m such an idiot. That’s why I got into this mess in the first place.

“Here’s your muffin.”

He jumped. “Shit, Heather, you could have said hello first. How do you walk so quietly?”

“You’re just zoned out half the time. You wouldn’t notice me if I came in with a tuba and a clown nose.” She gave him the muffin. In her other hand was another coffee, in a cup made out of green paper. “We can eat in the car. Come on.”

He followed her to the door. The bell rang above their heads, one last time. The birds continued to screech, somewhere unseen in the bright blue sky.

The smell of stagnant water returned, but only until they entered the car again, where it was quickly replaced by the smell of leather seats. Jackie shifted to get as comfortable as he could, while Heather tapped her fingers on the wheel.

He studied his muffin. It had chocolate chips. He hadn’t eaten chocolate in… he wasn’t sure, actually. There had been a chocolate cake, at some point. So many shiny, new things. He was a magpie in a jeweler’s house, so fascinated by all these wonders of life. Another shiny, new thing to pass the time.

He liked muffins. He wanted to eat it. Of course. Obviously. Why wouldn’t he? He was so hungry, God. He couldn’t imagine going on a strike now. He would faint first. The craving was so strong that he didn’t know how to even start. He hadn’t eaten in so long.

“What’s wrong with the food?” she asked.

“Sorry.” He kept his stare down. Didn’t Heather have a thing against apologies? Too late now, anyway. He just needed to eat. He needed to get it over with. It made him sick, rising with a feeling like nausea in his stomach. His vision came unfocused, like rows of tilting mirrors, like the world was tilting on its axis. But he couldn’t look away, or stay still any longer.

“You know what, I think I forgot something in there.” Abruptly, Heather opened the car door and stepped outside. “Don’t wait for me. Bye.”

He turned towards her, but she was already gone, and he was by himself.

He let out a short, shaky exhale. She definitely didn’t forget anything. It was surely a lie. Besides, it wasn’t like Heather to leave him unattended. She was probably watching from somewhere remote, where he couldn’t see her. But that was what mattered: he couldn’t see her, couldn’t feel her stare.

She’d done it for his sake, to give him that thin veneer of privacy. Was it guilt, or apathy? Disgust at his weakness? Or maybe even kindness, despite his better judgment.

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#whump #whump writing #my writing #Spiderwebs toyybox #carewhumper #Truck stops are great #No road trip is complete without the chance to finally leave the car and eat a donut or something

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cookie-crumblr · 5 months

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So i started Ezra because of this dream i had,

Ezra Drabble <3

MINORS DNI

CW: GN! Reader, yandere themes, sadism against reader, violence against reader,non con, non con exhibition, asphyxiation, burning, poisoning, names used against reader(trash,), hand job(kinda)y/n receiving, not proof read, praise, torture, puke,

(He’d be like this after we get together)

he’s chasing you, his gang close behind.

They let you have the lead after stripping you bare for the world to see.

You find a house where someone lets you in, the lady is nice.

She has so many lovely children, all playing harmoniously, or helping her cook. It smells delicious.

You have no time to enjoy it.

She throws a robe around you, before going back to her cooking.

Her kids, thankfully, are ignoring your presence.

Maybe something should have clicked that this was nothing new to them. But you have no time to think before the door practically flies off it’s hinges, revealing Ezra, leg still raised.

Not hesitating to run and hide you end up in the woman’s cold porcelain bathtub. You pull the shower curtain around you as if to shield you… But you’re breathing so hard it’s painfully obvious where you are. like bleeding in water and he’s the shark.

He bursts through that door too, and rips you out of the shower, wrapping you in the vinyl as he rips it off the rings.

Hands grip tightly around your plastic covered throat, there’s no air, and it suctions into your mouth when you try and gasp. You writhe and wriggle around but you can’t find the way for your hands to even reach your face.

The only sounds are a cacophony of your guttural screams and the horrible rubbing of the plastic. You think you hear his voice, but the meaning is lost.

You’re thrown to the floor once on the brink of blacking out. The grout between the tiles scrapes your skin.

As you gasp and force yourself up he plants a boot to your back and forces you back flat onto the floor, knocking the only wind from your lungs.

“Stupid trash, thinking you could escape me,” spit hits your back and you cringe.

He pulls you up by your arm, twisting your shoulder harshly, you feel something pop and squeal. “Please!!! No more!!!!” You try and break free, your feet slipping on the tiles. He practically purrs while watching you struggle against him powerlessly.

“You can take it.” His smile is venomous.

You’re brought to your knees as Ezra flicks his lighter on.

The flame is brought below your arm, you pull as hard as you can as you roar in agony.

“shhhh, shhhhhh, you can take it,” he coos sickly sweet for such a horrendous moment, but the praise mixed with the pain does something to you… You can’t help the flame burning itself against your arm, just the same as the one ignited in your belly.

“Fff-fuck!! Hurts!!!!” You writhe.

“It’s okay, shhhhh,” His hand drops the lighter as his other pulls you into his lap. Even with the flame removed, your arm is in excruciating pain. You twist in his grasp and it’s still not enough to free you. He pulls you so tightly against him, the only space between you is his clothing. “Shhhh”

His now free hand palms your center, and the mix of immediate pleasure and immense pain force an orgasm from you, a shuddering scream leaves you. as you shake and come down, tears and shuddery pained sobs fill the room.

He sits there, all the while with you tightly embraced in his lap, he pets your head and coos over and over little mantras of, “You did so good, I told you, you could take it, shhhhhh, shhhhh…” right into your ear.

The pain in your arm isn’t subsiding.

He reaches behind him, grabbing something that rustles like a brown paper bag…

“Wh-What are you getting?” You sniffle through groans.

“Somethin’ special, but you can take it… can’t you?”

You nod as his hand pats you on the head.

“Wait… What is—” You stop, eyes wide, and frozen before you start to scream and flail again. You try desperately to peel yourself away from him, but his hold around your wait is too strong. “PLEASE EZRA DONT!!!” You beg.

He takes a fist full of the white powder, you don’t know exactly what it is, but you know it’s hazardous.

“No No No NO NO NO NO!!!” you repeat head shaking from side to side, as his hand chases you.

His palm makes contact at last, and you gasp in a mouthful of the powder, instantly your mouth and throat is burning. There’s no way you’ll get it all out, you panic severely, hyperventilating, and shaking, as you try and spit and cough it out.

“Shhhhh, it’ll be okay, Y/N, shhhhhh,” He picks you up with him and takes you to the bathroom’s sink.

His fingers dig into your throat holding your mouth open and reaching your gag reflex. You throw up so much blood, and stomach acid. It hurts.

“Please…” is all you have left to say, blubbering little pleas as his fingers slide deeper, emptying you. The white porcelain is speckled and streaked in red.

“You’re doing so good,” He runs a hand down your back in a soothing motion.

He pulls you back into his body and embraces you, kissing you on your forehead before enrapturing your bloody, poison covered lips with his own.

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lunatiqez · 1 year

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“DATE NIGHT” — Ellie Williams x Reader

PAIRING: Ellie Williams x Reader

GENRE: Romance

SUMMARY: Ellie and Y/N have been too anxious to make the first move, but Y/N finally overcomes that fear when asking Ellie for a date night.

WORD COUNT: 0.6k

A/N: Special thanks to @lu-vin-it for proofreading! Ilysm bff!!

YOU AND ELLIE HAD BEEN TOGETHER FOR about a month, and neither of you had made the first move. There was a good reason, of course. It was because both of you were too scared to.

It wasn’t like you two acted like you weren’t together. You’d flirt with each other 24/7. (More like you would flirt with her, but who’s keeping track anyway?)

Regardless of this, you couldn’t bring yourself to move further with the relationship. You tried time and time again but always chickened out at the last second.

“Hey, Ellie?” You called out to your girlfriend.

“Yeah? What’s up?” She said, walking over to you.

“Well I was thinking…” you sighed, finally facing your fears. “I was thinking maybe we could do something today?”

“Yeah? Like what?” Ellie asked curiously.

“Well, I went out looking for something to do, and I found a DVD player— along with some DVDs!”

“Sweet!”

“Mhm,” you agreed. You were glad she wasn’t busy with anything today so you could finally do something romantic with her. “So, this afternoon?”

“This afternoon.” She agreed.

Later that day, you set up the DVD player, it was extremely confusing—considering you didn’t have any instructions—so you got Joel to help you set it up.

Next, you went out to get food from the dining hall. You grabbed a bag of corn kernels, along with some oil and salt and took it back to your place. You turned the wood stove on and placed a medium-sized pan on top.

Then, you poured some oil into the saucepan, careful not to get burnt when the oil started popping. You poured the popcorn kernels in, and it didn’t take long for them to start popping open. You smiled widely, not expecting it to actually work.

When the popcorn was done, you picked the saucepan up and poured the popcorn into a bowl.

While it was cooling, you rushed to go find Ellie. You found her in her room reading her comics.

“Hey Els, let’s go watch those movies now, yeah?”

“Okay!” She said cheerfully and jumped up. You sat her on the couch.

“You wait there, I already got the DVD player all set up.”

You hurried to the dining hall to grab your popcorn, sprinkling some salt on it. You then brought it back to Ellie. She gasped and grinned in surprise.

“You actually listened when I told you how to make popcorn?”

“Oh hush, you only know how to make it because of Joel.” You pushed her lightly, making her giggle.

“Alright, I found three DVDs that looked cool. There’s…” you wiped off the dust from the plastic covers. “Peter Pan, Hansel and Gretel, and The Wolverine.”

“Ummm… Hansel and Gretel!” Ellie decided.

“Alright, but you have to remember these DVDs are forever years old— they might not work.”

“That’s fine!!”

You popped the movie into the DVD player and pressed play, then you sat down on the couch, putting your head on Ellie’s shoulder.

You could feel her tense up nervously, and wondered if you should get off of her, but decided against it.

After a while, Ellie relaxed. She leaned into your touch as much as you were already leaning into hers. You held her hand lightly and rubbed your thumb against hers. You felt your palms start to sweat and your ears get warm, but you didn’t care. You never wanted this moment to stop.

At last, the both of you fell asleep. It was dark out at that point, and the atmosphere was cozy overall, so it was harder to stay awake than it was to fall asleep.

In the morning, you woke up first. You sat up and looked at Ellie. She was snoring lightly with a drool running down her cheek.

‘She must be out like a light.’ You thought, and giggled at her. You got up off the couch, and leaned over her.

You pecked her forehead gently, making sure not to wake her.

“I love you so much, Els.” You whispered against her ear.

#tlou #the last of us #tlou fanfiction #tlou ellie #tlou ellie williams #ellie williams #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x y/n #female reader #lesbian #📂 — liv’s writings ★.

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unspoken

🎶 now playing: hi - laufey

P: Ryōhei Arisu x Fem!Reader

S: You couldn’t leave the poor man laying on the street. He couldn’t help falling for the girl who was always by his side.

W: aib spoilers, cursing, alludes to sexual content, beach arc, arisu a bit ooc (downbad), mentions of death, violence

N: Y/N is your first name, L/N is your last name. this has been sitting in my drafts for too long also i havent even finished the series yet i left off on s2 ep5 but i practically know the rest of the plot cuz i got fuckin spoiled… i started this like months ago now im just trying to make sense of the plot anyways hot emo gamer nerd man woopwoop sexy ahh mf i love kento yamazaki

please interact if you enjoy!

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Yuzu walks beside you with the rabbit she just hunted in a plastic bag, a confident strut in her step. “We should get your clothes washed. Then again, I don’t know if you have any other clothes to wear.” She says, noticing the stains and dirt on your attire from previous games. You point to a shopping mall down the street you just walked.

She sighs. “I guess you could loot the place. Then we can wash your clothes.” You begin to get excited until she puts a hand on your shoulder. “You’ll go by yourself, though. You know the way back by heart.” You freeze up, complying with her terms considering that she was right. It wasn’t like you needed someone to nanny you 24/7, you were just scared of the thought that something could happen while Yuzu didn’t know.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. You’re strong and have the ears of a bat.” She pats your shoulder, the compliment you found strange but accepted anyways. You notice a lump of clothes and a hand on the street, noticing it’s another person after approaching closer.

You jog over to them, sitting on your knees in order to get a good look at the stranger’s face. You move his hand, his arm ending up on your legs. You end up nearly laying down with him while trying to get your head lined up with his, your fingers moving his hair out of the way to see his face more clearly.

His face and hands are tainted and covered in dirt and dust, including his clothes and shoes. His eyes are half open, yet they fully notice you when Yuzu calls your name. “Y/N! What are you doing?” She begins to walk over, prompting you to turn back to the man. You stutter out a few words when you realize he notices you there. “…you… okay?”

He’s alive, that’s for sure. You can hear his soft breathing, and his arm tensed up. “I wanna die here.” He softly speaks, the sudden request surprising you before you can say anything. Yuzu catches up, standing behind you, her shadow looming over the man. She watches you play with the man’s fingers, observing the cuts and dirt in the crevices of the skin and under his nails.

“Is he alive?” She asks. You nod, wondering what to do. You don’t want to leave him there, but you knew that Yuzu wouldn’t just let someone into your bunker unless she was the one to bring them in. This guy seemed different, though. What had he gone through in order for him to want to starve himself on the street? “We have to go. It’s gonna get dark soon.”

You let the man’s hand rest on the ground as you get up, looking behind you occasionally to see his figure slowly turn into a small speck the further you walk away. “Why’d you stop for him? You wouldn’t do that for anyone else.” She was right, but you didn’t know if she’d believe your answer. “He feels guilty.” Those were the words you were looking for.

“Even so, wouldn’t anyone be full of guilt to lay on the road like that?”

You point at him. “Wants to die.”

Yuzu just nods as her head slowly turns to face the road in front of her.

“Fine then. We’ll just leave him.” You want to protest, but can’t seem to say anything. To Yuzu, you just can’t get the words out at all. She was so strong; her presence alone intimidated you. You always watched yourself around her, considering that you had to learn from her and you didn’t want to humiliate yourself.

You’ve always had a hard time talking to people. Was it the fact you were bullied for merely speaking, raising a hand up to answer in class, to have a normal conversation with anyone? Yes. Slowly, day after day, you stopped talking. No one noticed, anyways, so it didn’t matter. You’ve been to therapy for it, but when you tried to talk, it was hard to put how you felt into words.

The sentences formed, but you couldn’t say anything out loud.

You usually spoke in smaller sentences, nothing detailed but enough for others to understand, which wasn’t useful living in a world where detail is key. If you were given the chance, you’d simply point and finish your sentence from there. Yuzu’s trying to help you through it, but she states that going out to get paper is a waste of time. She’s smart enough to put the pieces together through your phrases, figuring out why you rarely spoke.

“You’ll go out tomorrow. We’re running low on fuel for the gas stove and we need batteries. You can get anything else you need while you’re there.” She says, not really giving you much of a choice. It’ll be fine, right? Low chance of you ever running into someone while you’re… alone.

You point to your shirt with small stains on it. “New clothes.” Yuzu also looks at your shirt, sighing. “You can get new clothes, too. Speaking of which, can you also get soap?” You try to visualize what it would look like to carry all those things in your hands. “Too much. I’ll drop it.” You say, holding your arms out in front of you. “I can get you a bag.”

You hated how fragile plastic bags were, how easily they’d tear and rip, especially the handles. If something was too heavy, the pressure would go onto your fingers, and it hurts more than it looks. You shake your head no, trailing behind Yuzu. “Geez, you’re so stubborn. Might as well get a reusable bag while you’re at it.”

The list of things never ends.

“I can do… two trips.” You hold up two fingers, your friend letting out a huff. “If that’s alright with you, I suppose. Our visas are still good for a few more days, then we’ll have to play another game. So be careful tomorrow; don’t get hurt.” Yuzu warns. You nod profusely, her patting your back.

The first trip there you’d gotten the gas and batteries and a few extra flashlights just in case, snagging a reusable bag to make the trip easier. You always snagged reusable bags, but for some reason they always went missing more often than Yuzu’s plastic ones.

On the way back, when you didn’t stare at the sky or the garbage on the street, you noticed the guy still laying on the street in nearly the exact same position. You walked over carefully, kneeling down again and moving his hair out of his face. He was still breathing, but was sleeping soundly on the cement. The air that exhaled through his nose brushed against your arm, startling you a bit, but you stopped yourself from nearly flinching too hard and waking him up.

That day, you left him be.

The next day, it rained.

Your bag had a zipper, so thank god that your new clothes didn’t get soaked that day. Even with your umbrella, the wind would’ve blown the rain onto your shirts and bottoms. You nearly ran home, until the sight of the same man still laying on the street in the pouring rain stops you. It could just be the horrible conditions, or the thought of his clothes getting drenched bothering you so much, but you run over and hold the umbrella above both your heads.

Your first thought was to carry him bridal style, but then you’d have to ditch the umbrella, which you obviously weren’t gonna do. Instead, you tap his shoulder, and when he doesn’t respond, you tap his cheek. He blinks a few times, and that’s all you need to help him up and support him with his arm wrapped around your shoulder. He still slouches, head down, but as long as he didn’t fall asleep on the way there, he’d be fine.

You slide open the warehouse curtain, Yuzu gawking at the sight of you supporting another person. “Close it.” You tell her. She gets up and runs past you, you remembering you had to climb a ladder to get up. Yuzu climbs up, helping you carry him to the elevated surface, letting you set the man down on your old cardboard bed. You take off his jacket, setting it aside while you take your shirt off and dry him as best you can with it. Even while you’re doing this, he doesn’t seem to wake up. His eyes remain half open the entire time until he’s fully laid down, them closing shut.

You zip up your outer jacket, being met with Yuzu looming over you. You begin to open the bag with excitement before she drags you to the opposite side of the site. “What were you thinking? Bringing him here?”

“3 days. He slept on the street for 3 days.”

“Okay, but still. You need to be careful.”

“He was giving up. I didn’t like that.”

“So what if you didn’t like that? If he wants to die, he’ll die.”

“I’ve seen death before. He will regret it.” Your words come together slowly, yet you still feel frustrated as you couldn’t say it how you wanted to. “You’ve been like him before. You should understand.” You add, walking back to the unconscious man. You lay down beside him, staring at his face.

He’s ridden with dirt and dust, and he smelled of it too, with a hint of blood and the tiniest smidge of something botanical. His clothes were soaked and they were soaking the cardboard beneath him. There was probably still some lying around this place anyways.

The first time you saw him on the street, he looked familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. Now that he’s in your base, giving you the ability to stare at him for the next 10 minutes, you realize that this was the man that saved you in his first game that he played.

Yuzu looks at you, laying on the bare concrete ground after you sacrificed your former makeshift cardboard mattress for the stranger that laid next to you. “Y/N.” You don’t move, laying still beside the man. She sees your fingers brush his hair out of his eyes, his face fully visible. “I’m sorry. Come help with dinner.” You shift, then finally get up and join her, looming over her workspace and watching her prepare rice.

“I got an extra knife for you.” She hands you a smaller knife and a cutting board, along with some vegetables that looked like they were just washed. You place them down on the cutting board, frozen and lost in space. “You don’t want him to starve, do you?” Yuzu speaks up, snapping you out of it as you begin to help.

“You were right.” She says, the lack of context clues only making you confused. “I was like him. I did nothing. I felt like dying. But I’m here now.” She suddenly stops what she’s doing, looking at you. “I’m sorry. You did something good, but I still don’t trust him.” You nod.

You understood why she was skeptical of him. Something in you just couldn’t bring yourself to leave him behind.

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“Are you really just gonna stay with him until he wakes up?”

You sat down by the man a while ago, noticing he turned and laid face up while you were making food with Yuzu. She’s currently eating at your one-person makeshift table, staring at you from there. You shrug, eating from your own smaller canister. The bowls you found came in packs of four, which was convenient if he was going to wake up and eat.

It’s nothing but the light of the lamp on the desk and the skylight above that helps you see throughout your small living space. Yuzu is about to finish her food while you sit by the stranger, getting up to put your bowl away after finishing your food.

“He’s awake.” Yuzu says, your eyes shifting to the sight of him blinking. You get a clean spoon and cup and scoop a serving into the bowl you used, pouring water into the cup. His eyes meet yours, freezing you in place for a moment before you remembered who the food in your hands was for. You set the bowl and cup down next to him before sitting down by him again. His eyes follow you the entire time.

“Why did you save me?” He asks. You say nothing but stare at him, his eyes focused on the ceiling now. “You want to live.” You reply. He merely scoffs with a sigh. “But I don’t deserve to live anymore.” Your heart aches as he begins to cry, but as he speaks, you realize you’ve been in his shoes before.

“We know how you feel.” You say, your hand tucking his hair behind his ear. “How you feel… we have felt it before.” You look over at Yuzu, and she smiles with a nod, meaning you’ve explained it better. “I saw my mom die while I lived. After that, I tried to die. I saw death for a second, but survived. Death isn’t pretty. It is darkness. It is nothing.” Yuzu stares at you with wide eyes as you try to speak. Your hand trembles and pauses while your fingers brush through his hair. “Your friends want you to live, so live. You will die sometime; a game, your visa, but don’t force it. For now, eat while you are still alive.”

He stares at you, who sits in front of him with her fingers brushing his hair. He simply lays there, staring at the bowl of food. “Y/N, just let him be. He’ll eat it when he needs to.” Yuzu says, your hand reluctantly moving away from his head. You turn off the lights before joining her in the tent, laying next to her. Meanwhile, the man lays on the cardboard, exhausted, but wondering what you meant by all that and why you played with his hair.

He distinctly remembers you, getting on your knees to check him on the road. You carried him when taking him to the warehouse, and he could’ve sworn he’s seen you in a game before. What did you mean when you said that you’ve seen death? Did you reincarnate or something?

He was too tired to think about it.

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You wake up, Yuzu not beside you and light shining through the fabric of the tent, meaning she’d gotten up earlier than you to warm up. You had less of an athletic prowess than Yuzu did, so you normally stayed behind whenever she went for her morning jog.

Leaving the tent, you first notice the empty bowl that held only a seed by the man’s head. With the sunlight shining bright through the windows, you wonder if he is awake or not. “Wake up. We’re playing today.” You say, the man lying still, nearly convincing you he was still asleep. You fill up a water bottle, waiting for him to respond but getting nothing. “Do you remember the one game?” You ask, knowing he won’t respond.

“Live or Die.” The name brings back painful memories of his friends, one of them coming out with a burnt leg. “You saved me there. I would have… died at the one door.”

“One door?”

“The door after the girl died.”

“The second one?” That’s the word you were looking for. You nod. “I didn’t wanna die then. I didn’t want anyone to end up like the high schooler.” He adds. You sit down in the same spot again. You take one of his hands, holding it, your fingers gently playing with his palm. “You saved Yuzu. She would not be alive if you did not scream.”

“Were you there?” He asks. You shake your head. “She told me.” You respond with a sigh. “I… don’t want you to die. Let us save you.” You loosen your grip nearly to the point where you let go of his hand. He slowly but surely sits up, back against the boxes. He takes a good look at you, your hair tucked behind your ears and eyes moving like they’re looking for something.

“Why do you talk like that?” His full stare intimidates you, given this is the first time you’ve ever seen his eyes when they aren’t closed or covered by his hair. You tilt your head, confused. “Your sentences seem… broken.”

You play with your fingers, staring at his hand and wish you were playing with it. “It is hard for me to talk. I was laughed at. Words are in my head… but they don’t come out.” You summarize, hoping he’d understand. He nods slightly, noticing your friend come back from who knows where. She tosses something up before climbing the ladder. “I got a tent for him. But no mattress yet. How long have you been awake? Did you stretch yet?”

You shake your head, noticing Yuzu’s eyes drifting over to the man. “Come with us?” You ask, holding your hand out for him to take. He accepts, being pulled up onto his feet. “Okay?” You check in while he nods. You offer him some water, nearly finishing your whole bottle. You take him by the wrist, descending down the ladder and pulling him with you to the gate.

“Let’s go.”

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Your fingers hold onto the sleeve of the man’s jacket gently as you walk into the highway tunnel. In his first game, he never introduced himself to you, and you never saw his name on his phone screen, though you remembered his friends constantly screaming his name after each door. He later introduced himself as ‘Arisu’, Yuzu seeming to know his name already before you did.

The walk is long to the registration, Yuzu sighting a bus heavily graffitied a bit in. Your hand grips onto his arm, Arisu noticing. “Are you okay?” He asks. “Nervous. Always nervous… for new games.” You explain, hoping he’d understand.

You had a bad habit of holding onto people before entering registration. Before you met Yuzu, everyone you accidentally latched onto cursed at you, or shook you off their arm, which was understandable. No one likes a stranger randomly holding onto their arm out of nowhere. You just hated the fact it was your first instinct. When Yuzu came along, she was the first person to listen—to understand.

But Arisu was content with it. He didn’t swat you off, or stare at you weirdly. He simply let you be, holding onto his arm like a koala hugging a branch. You worried that your grip was too tight or that he could feel you shake, but he didn’t seem to react, so those worries went away eventually. You clung onto him the moment you stepped into the bus, taking one of the phones before noticing there were three other guys seated in the back.

They’ve played their last few games together, however, one of them was visibly injured. In a world like this, injury holds you back from everything, which puts you at risk of death. You felt sympathy for the man, but also felt intimidated by him and his friends given that they were staring at the three of you intently.

Arisu picks up his phone, looking at the names of the participants, landing on yours.

L/N Y/N

“Ryō…hei?” You stutter, looking at your phone. Arisu looks down at you, a bit confused. “Y/N calls people by their first name. Sometimes.” Yuzu explains, which cleared some things up, but it didn’t help a whole bunch. “Can I call you that?” You ask. “Can you call me Ryō?” He restates your question, being followed by an eager nod from you. He simply shrugs and nods, and you’re glad he doesn’t mind.

One of the men huffs. “Your girlfriend?” He gestures to you, making you let go of Ryō’s sleeve and hide behind him. He shakes his head. “We just met today. Yesterday. A previous game.” His idiocy makes Yuzu shake her head while you try to hold in your laughs from behind. However, the man doesn’t seem all too convinced. “Whatever you say.”

The phone chime sounds, the robotic voice drawing attention to them.

Registration is now closed. The game is about to commence.

Difficulty: Four of Clubs

This was a team game. Your favourite kind.

There are a total of six participants.

Game: Distance

Rule: Endure the trial while striving for the goal within the time limit.

Clear condition: Safely attain the goal.

The game will now commence. 120 minutes remaining.

You look out the driver’s window, the tunnel seeming like it goes on forever. Your eyes are drawn to the dashboard of the bus, specifically the fuel. “It’s empty. Can’t drive.” You say. “Looks like we’ll have to run.” Yuzu says, Ryō’s eyes landing on the injured man in the back. “What about Takuma?”

You’re lost in thought for a moment, not wanting to die but also not wanting to leave the man behind. “All of you, run. I’ll stay with Takuma.” Yuzu and Ryō look at you as if you’ve said something stupid. “What? Y/N, we have to run.”

“We will try to do something. If I die, I die. I am okay with that. I don’t want to leave ‘Kuma alone. I will take care of him.” Yuzu suddenly hugs you, which catches you off guard. She pulls away, her face with a trace of disdain as she walks off, along with the two men that sat in the back. Before Ryō can leave, you grab his hand. Your thumbs rest in his palm before you warn him. “Don’t worry. We will be okay. You have to be careful.” He squeezes your hand, visibly doubtful as he walks off the bus to join the other three outside.

You watch from the window as they all run off, seemingly shrinking as they get farther away. You sit in the back, closer to the man. “Kuma? Is that your name for me?” He asks lazily, relaxing against his seat. “Yeah. Sorry.” You suddenly become timid at the sound of him laughing. “Don’t be. It’s cute.”

“Are you… giving up?” You ask, wondering how he’s so unfazed. “I am still worried. But even though we aren’t running, I feel as though we’ve already won.” He looks up at you and your solemn face. “We can’t do anything about it now, can we? I know you wanted to help me, but is there really anything we can do?”

“I don’t want to die. I know you don’t either. But I’m injured, and the only thing that can heal that is time. There isn’t enough time in this game to go away. So I understand what you’re saying. If we die, we die.” He waits for you to say something, looking at you when you stay silent. “What’s on your mind?”

“The… difficulty… is low. Why are they running so far? It shouldn’t be that far if it is only Four of Clubs.”

Kuma puts together what you’re trying to say, the look of realization on his face. “You’re right. But then, where is the goal?” You notice the graffiti reaching the bottoms of the windows, remembering how the bus was covered in it. You get up, leaving the bus, fingers brushing against the outside walls. There was nothing but casual graffiti gibberish that you never understood on the side with the door.

The other side, however, had a word written big and in blue.

GOAL

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Usagi’s water bottle empties after she offers it to the three men, who finish it in a heartbeat. She’s stopped by Arisu, who held onto her shoulder for a brief moment to get her attention. “Your friend… she confuses me. Why does she do these things?” Usagi’s automatically suspicious of Arisu, viewing his question as an insult. “What do you mean?”

“She’s very physical with my hair, my arm, my hands. No one does that to someone they just meet.” Usagi scoffs. “She cares. She’s worried about you. She’s worried about everyone. That’s why she offered to stay back with Takuma. When she held you back in the bus, she was worried about you, knowing that you’re still grieving. Y/N is a physical person in general, violent or affectionate. The only reason she kept going with it is because you hadn’t pushed her away. If you want her to stop, tell her.”

He didn’t want you to stop. Not really want, but more like he didn’t mind the gesture. He wasn’t bothered by it; really, he enjoyed it in the moment. It was comforting— something he hadn’t felt ever since his first game. Usagi laughs. “You should’ve seen her during a team game. She annihilated everybody, then went back to being all shy at the end.”

Arisu tries to imagine it, the thought of you killing people you didn’t know in order to survive. The more he tried, the more he wanted to push the thought out of his mind. The girl that gets clingy and nervous before games, the girl who convinced him to live, taking the lives of total strangers without hesitation? Honestly, he didn’t believe it. He didn’t want to believe it.

He realizes that Usagi’s already began running from the trial, forcing himself to catch up with her, along with the other two men.

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You’re pacing frantically down the walkway of the bus, forgetting that Kuma was sitting at the end of it. “L/N, what’s wrong?” His voice stops you, remembering you hadn’t told him yet. You looked like an idiot panicking over a reason he didn’t know. “The goal. We already won.”

“What?”

“They should have stayed. This is the goal. We are safe, they are not.” Kuma looks at you in disbelief, eyes wide. “Really? So… we’d survive?” You nod, looking at the graffiti on the window. “We have to do something! They’ve all ran and they need to get back here.”

You sigh, overwhelmed with emptiness. “We can’t.” You want to cry, but the tears aren’t there to flow. “What? What do you mean, we can’t?”

“They are too far. I can’t get them. Not enough time.” You say, sitting down next to him. His face is ridden with tears; he’s been crying all this time and you hadn’t noticed. You hug him, patting his head. You’re sure he’s confused as to why you’re doing this, but really it’s because you wish someone would comfort you the same way.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps, your head lifting up. “What happened?” Kuma sniffles. You get up, running to the door. “Someone is here.” You answer, him looking out the window. You step out of the bus, seeing someone running with a motorbike towards the bus. “L/N!” He calls, his messy, disheveled hair coming into a better view.

“Ryō!” You call, looking at the window where Kuma is looking out of, seeing that he noticed the bike too. Ryō runs over with the bike, both him and the hunk of metal leaning against the bus. You hug him, feeling a sense of relief that he would also survive. But then again, what about Yuzu?

“The bike,” he pants, “can fuel the bus. There’s diesel in here to fill the bus. We can drive and get Usagi and Yamane back.” You look at the bike, inspecting the shiny metal and the tank, hearing fuel sloshing around inside. You didn’t understand much about motorbikes or vehicles in general, but given that Ryō ran all the way back here with the bike convinced you that he knew what he was doing.

You explained everything to him, seeing the drive in his eyes to get Yamane and Usagi back grow in his gaze. Ryō stood behind you, Kuma in the driver’s seat. The voice on your phone reminds you, 5 minutes left. You hear a loud rumbling, telling Kuma to step on the gas. Tell is an understatement– you screamed at him.

He roughly avoided the cars on the highway street, ramming through the darker section where you see a body lay on the ground next to an animal you can’t define. As Kuma continues driving, you open the door, holding onto the bars and peeking your head out the window. You hear faint panting from a distance, the rumbling getting louder.

The sight of Yuzu running for her life from a flood of water chasing after her comes into view. You hold out your hand, screaming her name. Kuma’s foot slams on the pedal, speeding towards her. The water barely touches Yuzu’s heels as you grab her hand, pulling her into the bus and closing the door before the water could flood in.

And for a few moments, it’s dark.

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A drop of water falls on your face. Then another, then another. You think of getting up, until you noticed you were resting on Ryō’s chest.

Thank god you survived, but what is life if you woke up in the most awkward situation ever?

Yuzu laid next to you, and Kuma stayed in his own little area in the driver’s corner. You shake Yuzu, forcing her awake along with Ryō. He then proceeds to wake up Kuma, opening the door above all of you since he was the tallest one there. He struggles, but manages to climb out first, Yuzu following, then you, then all three of you making an effort to pull Kuma out of the door.

“The bus is the goal. There was no point in running.” All of you stare down at the word ‘GOAL’, painted in bright blue on the side of the bus you were standing on. Yuzu jumps down first, followed by you, Ryō, then Kuma. Ryō’s hand still clasps onto yours even after he helped you jumped down, bidding Kuma a regretful goodbye in hopes of seeing him again somehow.

Trying to be completely realistic, you’d probably never see him again, and that alone made it more sad.

He doesn’t seem to notice that he’s holding your hand, squeezing it every once in a while, specifically when you see him noticeably about to cry. “Y/N, let go of him. Unless you asked first.” Yuzu notices, making you embarrassed and pull your hand away. “I actually did it first. Sorry, Y/N, I didn’t notice. L/N. I meant L/N.” Ryō apologizes, but you shake your head, assuring him that it was okay.

Deep inside, you wished he didn’t let go.

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Yuzu had gone out for the next few days— sometimes you tagged along with her if you woke up early enough that she’d already left. You both had gotten intel on something called The Beach, and were planning to pack up and leave eventually to scour. She’s been going out to gather supplies for hunting and for shelter, including refills of water.

When you woke up to see Yuzu wasn’t laying next to you, you found solace with Ryō. He continued to talk about his friends, how they’d gotten here and how he witnessed them sacrifice themselves just for him to survive, knowing that they’d have to pick someone to live. He never understood why, and that is what he explained to you.

The entire time, your head rested on this shoulder, your hand playing with his own. “There are gaps in your heart you that cannot fill. That is what I’ve learned in this world.” You pause, piecing together a sentence in your head. “There is no time for grief. There is no time for anything.” You rest your hand on top of his with a sigh. “Do not let grief affect your need to win in games. You must focus, or you will break the last promise your friends made to you.”

“Hard for you to talk, huh?” He jokes, his shoulders lifting as he laughs, relaxing after. “How come you do all this?” You look at him, confused. “Like… this,” He shakes his hand that rests underneath yours. “And this.” He lifts the shoulder where your head rests. “You’re always next to me. Girls are never this close with me.”

You scoff, laughing, your fingers brushing over the back of his hand for a moment. “I wish someone cared for me like this. After my mom died.” There’s definitely a lack of closure in that sentence, which made the air awkward. “I want to… give you what I did not have. I hope you don’t mind. I can stop if you want.”

“No, it’s okay. I really don’t mind. Thank you. It’s just… I guess I never had anyone comfort me like this either.” Comfort. That’s the word. You mutter it quietly to yourself, remembering what it meant. You hadn’t felt it in a while as well, only feeling most comfortable whenever you stayed with Yuzu. Eventually, you found comfort in Ryō as well.

You traced patterns on Ryō’s hand, sometimes even spelling out words. It became a hobby of yours, and sometimes he’d try to guess what you were writing as well. “B…” He started, feeling the letters on his hand. “E, A, C, H…” He looked up at you with wonder in his eyes, being able to see something past his dark irises. “The Beach?” He says it as if it was something glorified. You nod, him grabbing your wrists. “What is the Beach? Do you know? Have you been there?” You’re overwhelmed by the questions he asks you, trying to process all of them at once.

“No. I heard another person talk about the Beach. I told Yuzu. Then she heard someone talk about it too. We want to know what it is.” You explain. Something lights up in Ryō’s head, the idea being explained to you. “Some people I’ve seen wore wristbands. They had numbers on them.”

“Follow. We will follow them.” You add, Ryō nodding eagerly.

“We’ll start looking. For supplies, then we’ll search at night. You can convince Usagi, can’t you?” You nod, only half sure of it. You felt that Ryō had a better chance of convincing her for some odd reason. Yuzu still intimidated Ryō— you could tell. He’d always seem… nervous around her.

Your hands are clasped together, his own covering them with a soft grip. “Don’t worry. We’ll make it out. We’ll stick together.”

That was a week ago.

Meanwhile Yuzu offered to take the solo tent as you were sleeping in a park during your period of locating the Beach. Her and Ryō bickered about it until she finally won (like usual), meaning that he’d have to sleep in the same tent as you.

Beside you.

You totally weren’t freaking out over it. Why was Yuzu so persistent to sleep alone anyways?

Except Ryō offered to sleep outside, in the grass, where all the bugs flew around. You heard slaps from outside repeatedly, trying to fall asleep. The thing with heightened hearing was that you heard everything. Almost everything. You heard the bugs buzz outside, you heard the soft pants of Ryō every time he slapped himself. It didn’t take you long to be so bothered by it, nearly breaking the zipper to open the tent.

“Come inside. Stop slapping your face.” You say sternly, visibly bothered. Ryō pauses for a second, kicking his shoes off before scrambling inside and zipping the tent shut. He looks at you, laying down normally, just realizing how close the two of you would be. You look back at him taking a deep breath after simply patting the spot beside you.

He lays down slowly, holding his breath, shoulders tense and tight. “Calm down. It’s only me.” You mutter, turning towards him. Your nose nudges his upper arm, your hand resting on top of his. You can hear his heart racing, yet he still didn’t listen to you. “Ryō. You’re okay.” You reassure, hearing him exhale and feeling his shoulders relax. Your eyes flutter shut in an attempt to fall asleep. His arm didn’t move, but you felt the tips of his fingers touch yours.

Just before you drift off, you feel his hand hold onto yours, his touch soft and comforting.

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This wasn't part of the plan.

You were being restrained by two men in bathing suits, being dragged into a large room where a bunch of people were standing in a circle. You tried to flail, but their grip on you was too strong. You first catch sight of Yuzu and Ryō, who are relieved to see that you were okay. "Y/N!"

“Ah, you three must know each other.” The man in front of you says, his orange robe blocking your vision. All your cards are laid out on the table, but it’d be too risky to grab them with two people guarding them with firearms.

From what the man said, there were three rules. You must wear a swimsuit, since firearms and/or weapons could not be concealed. Enjoy your life as much as you can, whether that be through doing drugs, having sex, or drowning yourself in alcohol. Lastly, death to the traitors, meaning the three of you didn’t have a choice but to accept if you wanted to live.

“L/N, Usagi… I’m sorry… for getting you involved.”You hear Ryō whisper from behind, your head slowly dropping, body language displaying that it was okay. “Don’t apologize. We were in this together.”

Judging from the man’s laugh, who you later learned was nicknamed ‘Hatter’, you were now a part of The Beach, like little pawns designed to win games that didn’t fully guarantee the benefit of being able to leave the hellish world.

You were sent into a room with one of the executives and Yuzu, being showed an array of swimsuits; one pieces, two pieces, bikinis, swim shorts, they had all kinds. Both of you darted for the same set, long shorts and a simple bra top, but let your friend have hands on it first, finding another one, black with swirls of grey on it, the top more cropped and shorter bottoms. You look at the executive, her arms crossed and sunglasses on, seeing her nod.

Before you leave, both you and Yuzu snagged an extra garment, a jacket and a thin robe, running into Ryō by the pool. His eyes land on both of you, but he’s drawn to you in particular, the way your robe is meant to cover but doesn’t do that at all considering it’s see through. Your chest, your waist, your thighs– he was being a pervert. He snapped out of it, looking away immediately.

And you walk over all innocent, checking your wristband in sync with Usagi, your own eyes trailing over his figure. He mostly looked the same, yet he seemed more stiff than usual. People had eyes on you, everyone you looked, there were stares coming from the bar, the poolside, even the beach chairs.

Your hand naturally drifts over to Ryō’s, toying with his fingers to distract you. He must have noticed something more, instead holding your hand fully with a tight grip. He doesn’t let go of you the whole day, afraid he’d lose you in the crowds.

The only time he let go was when everyone was separated into groups for individual games. The woman who was with you in the dressing room had Ryō following her, and you couldn’t help but feel your heart crack a little. Your eyes meet for a brief moment before he leaves, and he swears he can see the light in your eyes dim for a moment.

You managed to come back alive, and so did Yuzu, yet Ryō was nowhere to be found. As you walked down the never ending halls of the large resort, she brings up a topic you haven’t discussed once in your life.

“You like him, don’t you?”

At first, you’re confused as to who him is, then remember that there was only one him in the first place.

“Ryō?”

“You’ve been close with him. Touchy.” You nod, agreeing with her points. “You’ve always been that way, but there’s something… different. Different when it comes to Arisu.”

Your head tilts slightly, wondering how that could be. “You’re comfortable with him. You don’t second guess and always go for it. I’ve seen the way your face goes red when he accepts your gesture. The way you smile when he leans closer to you to make your habits of playing with his fingers more discreet. When he smiles at you, and you’re left lovestruck with your mouth hanging open.”

“Of course I like Ryō. He is my friend.”

“Not that like…” Yuzu searches for the words in her head, trying to put them together in a way you’d understand, but deciding to be straightforward. “You like him in a way you want to kiss him.”

You heat up from that thought alone. Kissing your friend? You weren’t sure if you were blushing from the thought of you liking it or the thought that it was embarrassing. “I haven’t… kissed anyone.” Yuzu looks around, dragging you into an empty hotel room and locking the door, letting you sit on the bed.

“Have there been times where you think of… inappropriate things involving him?”

“Sex?”

“…Sure. Sex thoughts.”

You sit there for a moment, embarrassed that you have thought about such dirty things. But Yuzu was right there, waiting for an answer, and you couldn’t get out of it despite having the choice to not say anything.

“His hands.”

“What about his hands?”

The image replays in your head like a movie. “On my waist, my hips, my thighs…” You list, unable to make eye contact with your friend. “His fingers…” You look down between your legs, not wanting to go into detail. “His lips.” Your hand brushes over your chest briefly before moving it back to your side.

“Aren’t you a virgin?”

“I know things. I’ve seen things.”

“But do you like Arisu for who he is? That’s the big question. Because if you don’t, I think you’ll hurt him.”

“I’ve always liked his personality. There are… things we… keep between ourselves that others don’t know about. I really like him, I do. It feels wrong to think such… dirty things about him. I can’t help it.” Yuzu sits down next to you, feeling a dip in the mattress on your left. “I ran into Kuina while walking around the club when you two stayed by the bar. She said to live life while I still could. And she mentioned you.”

“Me?”

“Even though we’re newcomers, she noticed you and Arisu. Even she could see the tension, despite never knowing what was going on between you two.” She holds your hands gently, one hand under and the other on top. “I’m not encouraging any… sexual activities… but I think you should tell him.”

“Tell him… I like him?”

“If he says no, I’ll kill him. And you of all people should know I will take that to heart. I feel this is the only time I’ve seen you so open, especially with Arisu. If that’s what it takes to see you like that all the time, then I hope you’ll go for it.” You smile and hug her, eventually feeling her take you in her own arms. “I will run back to you if it does not go well.” You state before you pull away. Both of you leave the room together, Yuzu going on her own after spotting a girl with a bikini top and jeans from afar.

You mindlessly check downstairs, outside, the club, and eventually back into the hallways, running into Ryō by the stairs.

“Y– L/N.”

“Y/N is okay.” You assure, walking with him close enough to have your fingers brushing against each other. “How was your game?” He asked. “Good. Easy.”

“Of course it was.”

It’s silent for a moment, and you pick up on a tinge of alcohol coming from Ryō. “Did you drink?” You ask, the scent not strong but prominent. “A little bit. Hatter wanted to discus with me. I’m not drunk.” You eye him, believing he’s telling the truth after not finding anything different about his mannerisms. “I managed to get a suite.” He says.

“How?”

“I played with Ann. The executive. Then Hatter talked to me and I got the room.”

“So… you are an executive now?”

“No. Hatter said I was… beneficial.”

Ryō takes your hand, guiding you up one more flight of stairs and opening the room, revealing a large space with a cozy seating area, a large window with the curtains closed, and a massive, made bed. His jacket is hanging in the bathroom, soaked and dripping but left to dry with a towel underneath.

“What happened to your robe?” He notices, looking back at you. “Held me back. Threw it during my game.”

You look at the door. “Should we tell Yuzu this room?”

“I already did. I ran into her before I found you.” You anxiously scratch the palm of your hand, staring at his shirt. “What’s wrong? Is there something bothering you?” You shake your head, the scratching intensifying. He grabs your wrists, separating your hands. “Don’t do that. You might scratch too hard and bleed.” He notices your hands shaking, knowing if he let go that you would continue.

“What’s the matter?” He asks, his grip loosening. Your heart is pounding, unable to make eye contact with him. “I want… to tell you something.” You stutter, breath shaky. Ryō could feel the pulse point on your wrist, unclear but fast thumps against his thumb. “I like you.”

His eyes widen, and he almost lets go, but instead you grab his hand and place it against your chest, feeling your heartbeat just as fast as he did from your wrist. He was trying so hard not to stare at your tits at the same time.

“I’m scared.” You mutter, hiding your face.

“Why?”

“That you’ll hate me… since you don’t… like me back.”

“Who said I didn’t like you back?”

You look up at him for the first time since you’ve entered the room, and his look is genuine. Your hand stays on his wrist, but he moves his own hand up your neck, a sudden chill shaking your body. He tilts your head up to make up for the height, and kisses you.

He’s kissing you, and you’re kissing him.

The moment his lips are on yours, you don’t want to let go. You wanted to kiss him for as long as you could, be in his arms for as long as they could hold you. You’re both a mess of tongue and lips, and you couldn’t get enough of it. You wanted more than he could give.

You both stumble over to the bed, being the first to lay down with Ryō hovering over you. His chest presses against your tits as he leans into you, making you groan. He pulls away, a whine emitting from you, his finger barely slipping under the band of your bra, looking at you endearingly. “Can we do this? I want to make you feel good. Please.” He practically moans, and you don’t even have to think, nodding profusely.

Maybe it’s the fact you’re horny as fuck right now, as he is, but god, you wanted to see him beg for you so bad. Seeing the position he was in right now, pleading for your consent, the way his eyebrows furrowed in desperation, you wanted to be the only one that could make him do that.

And by the end of the night, you certainly did.

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Clothes are strewn on the floor, the light barely shines through the crack of the curtains. There’s a naked man laying next to you in bed, snoring softly with his mouth slightly open. His hair messy and his arm under your head, he lays there peacefully, his own eyes fluttering open and squeezing shut after being hit with the light of the sun. He opens them to see you, and your glowing, post-sex face.

“Hi.” You greet, further leaning on his arm. “Hi.” He replies, hand curling around your head to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re so pretty.” He says, fingers playing with your hair.

“You are.”

He doesn’t retaliate and simply smiles, giving you your first kiss of the day. He breaks eye contact first, lost in thought. “Does this change anything between us?” He asks, looking back at you. “I don’t want this to be a one time thing. I… that was… really nice.” He refers to the night before with a smile, unashamed.

“I want… to be more… than friends.” The words come out staggered, but he understands, his smile growing slightly. “But I don’t want this to… hold us back in games. If we lose each other, we won’t join the other. The other… must stay alive. I don’t want me or you to give up… because the other half isn’t there anymore. Can you promise that?” There’s a tinge of worry in his eyes, but it slowly changes to understanding as your hand cups his jaw. He nods. “I promise.”

You kiss him once more, bringing the two of you back onto each other again. His free hand rests on your waist, moving to your back to push you closer, then down to your ass, your leg on top of his side.

“Jesus, I thought you two were done already.”

Yuzu is staring at you from a distance by the corner of the wall, seeing one of your undergarments on the floor. “Get dressed, we need to find more intel. Y/N, you can stay with Arisu, since you’re already with him anyways.” She eyes the position you’re in right now, looking at Arisu, then at you. “I’m assuming it went well.”

You nod. “It did.”

“I knew it would. I knew he liked you anyways. I was going to come in until I heard what was going on. You left the door unlocked. Lucky you two were so loud no one dared to walk in.” She leaves the room, the two of you back to admiring each other in the glow of the covered sunlight.

“I could never hate you, by the way. I feel like you’re the reason I’m still alive right now. Everything you said stuck with me… and I guess it kept pushing me to live.”

“What if I die? Would you… still have the will to live?”

“I’d keep living if that was your last dying wish.”

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I May Be Fucked Up But I Meant What I Said

Eddie Munson x Best Friend! Reader

-> Y/N and Eddie throw an impromptu end of the summer party for The Hellfire Club. With a little liquid courage, Eddie is ready to tell Y/N how he really feels.

(TW: Drinking, Smoking, Idiotic Behavior: General 18+)

Eddie kicked the front door to Y/N's open, holding two rather large paper bags in each arm. He takes a deep breath in, smelling the air freshener that she must have just sprayed to cover up the weed smell.

Lavender, nice.

"Oh honey, I'm home!" He calls out, entering the home and slamming the door shut behind him. He watched as she ran down the hall to grab the bags out of his hands, "Stop slamming the door! If my mom gets back and sees that you dented it again she will be pissed." Eddie simply laughs as he follows Y/N to the kitchen. "Oh come on, your mom loves me, plus," He pulls out a couple of liquor bottles from the bags as he leans in to get uncomfortably close to her face,

"She thinks I'm a handsome devil."

Y/N pushes his face away as she rummages through the goods that he had brought over. "You're stupid." She mumbles, though she could feel the pesky butterflies make their home in her stomach again.

'I think you're handsome too,' she thinks to herself. Y/N would never tell him that. It's Eddie, that could only end bad for her.

Pulling a bottle of vodka from the bag, Y/N was quick to grab a plastic cup and poor a generous amount of it in, taking a quick swig of the liquid fire. "So we aren't even waiting for Gareth and Jeff to get here? Okay then, I can rock with that." Eddie watched as Y/N's face twisted up in reaction to the alcohol. "It's my house, I get the first drink. You can wait, pretty boy." her hand wraps around the beer he had in his own hands and yanks it from his grip, taking it to the fridge.

Eddie blocks her path before grabbing her wrist, making it a point to be gentle, taking the beer back, "Well, I bought the booze, sweetheart."

Y/N watches as he cracks the top open and takes a drink. 'Sweetheart'. She had only ever heard him call his guitar by that pet name. She brushed it off quickly as him being a smartass. Pushing him by the chest gently, she brushes past him to the living room, sorting through a box of records she had dragged out from her room.

With the bottle in hand, Eddie followed promptly after her and squatted down beside his friend.

"What do you think, The Smiths or Iron Maiden?" Y/N asks as she holds them up, taking in the details of each cover. Eddie smiles at himself, making it a point to place his hand over hers before grabbing the Iron Maiden record from her right hand. "That's not even a question you should ask. The answer is obvious. Iron Maiden or death!"

He laughs at his own half attempt at a joke while a flustered Y/N's eyes looked about ready to pop out of their sockets. "H-Hey, The Smiths are good too!" She proclaimed as she set the object back into it's home.

Eddie scoffs, "Yeah, but they are no Iron Maiden." Music poured out of the speakers as Eddie took a big drink of beer. Y/N stands up bobbing her head to the heavy sounds, going back to the kitchen and taking out some snacks for everyone. "Y/N, do you have lays?!" He asks, following like a lost puppy.

Eddie stands behind her, resting his chin atop of her head. "You're touchy today," the girl says under her breath as her ears felt like they were ablaze. Eddie hums a bit as he grabs a chip from the bag she held, "You missed Hellfire last week, think of this as your punishment." Scoffing, Y/N takes the lid off of a dip container. "It was my last shift at Family Video. Sorry I had to get a summer job," she says sarcastically to the guy who was now leaning past her to smother his chip in nacho cheese.

"That's alright, now you're all mi- ours again!" Eddie let out a loud cackle, though Y/N knew that this was his nervous laugh. She wondered why he was acting so... Weird.

"Will someone open the damn door!" The two nearly jumped away from each other when they heard Gareth screaming and pounding his fists against the door.

As Y/N rushed over to let them in, Eddie shakes his head to himself, "And she was worried I was going to be the one to break the door down." He says to himself while unconsciously keeping his eyes on Y/N.

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Warm August winds rushed past the four young adults as they enjoyed their little get together.

The night came much faster than the group expected, though their sense of time was heavily altered by the copious amount of alchohol and weed in their systems. The four had moved to the back porch, listening to Jeff play his guitar. It sounded awful, but they were all crossfaded enough to enjoy it nonetheless.

"Man, Jeff you're gonna be famous one day!" Gareth slurred. Y/N, who had just finished off her eighth drink shook her head, "Now that's just mean Gareth. Don't lie to the poor guy, he's shit." Eddie spit out the drink of his beverage he had been taking as he starts laughing at her statement. Jeff flipped them off, almost dropping his instrument. "Fuck you guys!"

Y/N shook her head as she looked back up at the sky as the sun was almost set. There was not a cloud in the sky. Surrounded by the people she cared about, she felt content. A little messed up, but content.

Gareth and Jeff were now in the yard, debating who would be getting on Y/N's family trampoline first.

Scooting his lawn chair closer to Y/N, Eddie pointed to the trampoline, "Do you remember when we were in middle school and you showed me how to do a back flip on that deathtrap?" She begins to chuckle at him, "Yeah, I remember. You were so scared that you were going to break your neck. Instead, you almost broke mine!" She shouts, punching him in the shoulder. Eddie holds his shoulder as though he had been shot, "How was I supposed to know if I jumped too hard you'd go flying off?"

They laugh along with eachother at the fond memory before Y/N stands up, "Gotta go get another drink, I'll be right back." Eddie smiles at the sight of her standing in front of him, "Have fun with that." His eyes lingered on her as she entered the house.

The door close behind Y/N as he pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. The duo who had been messing around on the trampoline stop jumping. "Dude, you need to just tell her." Eddie whips his head over to look at Gareth. "It's not that easy! But I don't expect you to know what it's like." Gareth glares over at him, "Sure, I don't. But I know if you don't tell Y/N how you feel it's probably going to just fester."

Eddie groans as he throws his head back and his hands into the air, spilling cheap beer all over the porch. "I've been holding this shit in since what... Seventh grade? I'm not ruining my friendship." Jeff clicks his tongue and shakes his head, "It will just enhance the relationship! You two already act like your more than friends. I mean, two weeks ago I saw you two holding hands when you picked us up for D and D."

A rosy blush spread across Eddie's cheeks, he couldn't tell if it was the drinks or the drugs, but it felt more intense than usual, "Yeah, because she saw some creepy guy at the end of the road." Gareth rolls his eyes before falling back onto the mesh. "All we are saying is you should probably tell her before it's too late." Those words rattled around in Eddie's head as Y/N sauntered back out, stumbling a bit over her shoes before collapsing back down in her chair.

"You got orange juice with pulp in it, just so you know." She says, noticing that her friend seemed to be in a bit of a daze. The two watched as Gareth and Jeff began to do dumb stunts on the rickety trampoline.

After a while however, Eddie found that his gaze settled on Y/N's face. Out of the corner of his eye he watched her as she reacted to the two failing miserably at reenacting the battle's they had recently had in the campaign with amused intoxicated giggles.

He smiled before looking back towards the sky, savoring the moment he never wanted to end.

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The moon now shown down onto the yard. Y/N had dragged her tape deck out onto the porch to fill the silent night with her brand new mixtape she had made earlier that day. Gareth and Jeff had already passed out on the living room floor, a faint snore could be heard emanating from the open kitchen window.

Y/N hugged her knees to her chest as she tapped her foot against the seat of the chair in rhythm with the song that was playing. In reality, she was just trying to fight off her thoughts about going back to school. As awful as it sounded, she was relieved when she had found out Eddie would be attending Hawkins High once again; the thought of having to go her senior year without him seemed a bit too daunting. Though, she also pondered the dreaded idea that this may be the year Eddie finally found a girlfriend, leaving her surviving the year alone and more than likely heartbroke.

A cold breeze blew her hair from her face, a shiver being sent down her spin. The back door opened, Eddie poking his head out to peak outside. "What are you doing out here? I thought we were going to watch Children Of The Corn!" Their eyes meet and she shrugs with a little drunken grin, Eddie showing her a bowl he had in his hand, "I made popcorn, I even put extra butter in it because I knew you would be pissed if I didn't."

Y/N nods, "I would have. But I just want to sit out here for a little longer." She reaches out her hand to motion for him to join her.

Eddie wasted no time, running back into the kitchen to set the bowl down though he did trip a couple of times on the way there. Sitting beside her, he noticed she was staring at the moon. Y/N's face was blank, her eyes glazed over while she continued to hum.

"What's on your mind?" Eddie asks, knowing all too well that she did this kind of thing rather often when she was lost in troubled thought. Y/N takes a moment to respond, "Can I be honest?" Eddie furrows his eyebrows as he reaches over to take the beer she was holding from her hand, "Anytime. You know that."

"Am I like, holding you back from getting a girlfriend?" Eddie blinks as he watches her lips form a soft frown. "Y/N, no. I don't have a girlfriend because I'm a freak. Why would you even entertain that thought?" Y/N shrugs, resting her head on her palm. "I don't know." Her voice went flat.

"Well, I could ask you the same thing. You've never had a boyfriend." Eddie retorts, sipping from her beer bottle. With the buzz he had going, his mouth opened up and he began to word vomit. "I mean, you're by far one of the most amazing people I've ever met, and I don't even really like people. I'm sure I'm the one holding you back, if anything."

The two exchange nervous glances.

Clearing her throat, Y/N begins to speak again. "That's not true. I am just really particular about who I like." Eddie could feel a new emotion bubbling up from his heart. It felt terrible. Was she seeing someone? No, she would have told him; they tell each other everything.

'Is this jealousy, or rage?' Eddie thinks to himself

"Are you trying to tell me you are seeing someone?" his voice breaks a bit as his nerves began to get to him. The girl simply snorts, "Me? No. I've only ever really felt anything like that for one person. I've never told him though."

Eddie felt his heart shatter. She liked someone? Gareth and Jeff were right, he needed to do something. He needed to tell her before she slipped right out of his grip.

"That's the same predicament I find myself in. With you."

Internally, Eddie was kicking himself in the ass.

Y/N looked back over to him with wide eyes, "What?"

Filled by drunken courage, Eddie stares right back at her. "You heard me. Why in the world would I go scour through this shitty town to find some subpar chick when I already have the best one here, sitting with me? I've never needed a girlfriend because I have you. I've never even wanted anyone to love me as much as I wished that you would."

All Y/N could do was sit and stare at him as she processed what he was doing.

He stands up and starts gesturing towards her.

"For fuck sake, Y/N, I've loved you for as long as I can remember! We are like two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together." He moves his hands in a way that resembled connecting a puzzle. Turning around he walks into the yard, his hands now on his head gripping his hair before turning around.

"Those stars up there," he points back towards the sky, then back at her. "-I would go up there and steal every single one, just to give them to you. That's how much I love you."

Y/N had began to open her mouth to speak, but Eddie holds up his finger to stop her. "I may be fucked up but I meant what I said. I love you, Y/N."

She stood up. Her knees shook as she began to walk over to where he stood. Eddie watched her as she started to clench her fists.

Y/N had an unrecognizable emotion plastered on her face that Eddie had never seen before. He braced himself for the inevitable rejection; assuming that he most likely just severed any and all ties by confessing his feelings to his best friend.

What he did not expect, however, was Y/N flinging her arms around him, hugging him as she buried her face into the fabric of his vest.

The air rang silent as the tape deck clicked off.

"Y/N?"

"Just shut up for a second, Eddie."

"What?" Eddie questions quietly to himself. The reaction was not what he was anticipating at all. After a couple of minutes of the sudden embrace Y/N took a small step back.

She reaches her hand out to grab his, holding it in order to keep herself grounded. "Do you promise you aren't joking." She deadpan.

"Y/N, I would never joke about this." Eddie replies lowly.

Y/N nods in response, gathering up her thoughts so that they do not come out as one jumbled up thought. "You're the guy I never told." She stops and let's go of his hand. "I always talked myself out of telling you. All because I couldn't imagine losing you." Y/N shakes her head at herself exasperated, "Hell, for the past three years when I blew out my birthday candles, all I wished for was you." She snickers to herself before mumbling, "Ew, that was corny."

"So, you're telling me," Eddie begins before cupping her face between his hands, "We are just that stupid?" Y/N laughs loudly and nods, leaning her face into the palm of his left hand. "I guess so, huh."

Her eyes traveled up to meet his again, "I love you too, Eddie." Eddie was smiling rather goofily down at her, "God, I wish we were sober."

Before they knew it, the two had locked lips. It was a foreign sensation; though neither of them were complaining. The kiss was gentle but greedy and riddled with longing.

Once the kiss was broken, Eddie speaks up. "Was that okay?" He asks, his eyelids still heavy from being drunk on beer and love at the same time.

"Okay is an understatment."

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