#and i'll stitch him in the shower again!

[ddejavvu]

Sun-Kissed - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

Summary: Jake finds out why you go through a particular scent of candle so fast

Contents/Warnings: none! pure fluff :)

WC: 1.0K / navi

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The first 'darlin'' that leaves his lips is what has you nearly tackling Jake where he stands in the doorway. There's no better way to wake up than to the sound of his voice, and it seems as though, during your catnap, he's taken a trip to the store.

"Three this time," He brandishes the bag in his hand, glass clinking together and swarming your tummy with butterflies, "I cleaned 'em all out for 'ya."

"Thank you!" You gush excitedly, sleepy hands nearly fumbling the bag as you try unloading your haul.

"Easy," Jake chuckles, the sound deep and warm in his chest. You pay no mind to his teasing, "You might break 'em if you aren't careful."

"I'd cry," You groan, picking up each navy blue tinted candle from where it lays in the shopping bag. You set them label-forwards on your nightstand, the block lettering on the picture of the beach reading sun-kissed, "If they're out of these it means I gotta wait a week for restock."

"There's three candles here." Jake frowns, lower lip plumping as it sticks out in confusion, "You wont' go through all these in a week."

"You're leaving on Wednesday," You remind him, trying to keep the glum note out of your voice, "I'll have almost two full days without you."

"Yeah," He still seems confused, and you almost giggle at how one of the most intelligent people you know can be so slow on the uptake.

"I burn them when you're not here," You explain slowly, watching the gears turn in his brain, "Because they smell like you. Whenever I miss you I light one, and let it burn until the whole house smells good."

He stands there, expressionless. His eyes shine, and you wait for anything, any reaction he'll offer you. You'd kill to know what was going on inside his head, what's making him bat his eyelashes like he's a perplexed toddler.

Then he lunges. You're entrapped in his strong arms before you can process that he's even moved, a slight sniffle coming from where he's pressed his face into the crown of your head. He's clutching you tight, almost too tight to breathe, but he's warm and smells like your candles and you can hear his heartbeat through his t-shirt.

"'Dunno how y'got me all weepy," He breathes, a weak chuckle coming from his mouth that's mottled with a hint of tears, "It's just a stupid candle."

"Stupidly good smelling," You hum, face pressed into his chest and words muffled there, "I swear you're secretly running this candle company, it smells exactly like you."

"You found out my secret," He sighs, crestfallen, "I haven't been on base at all. I've been engineering a candle company to get you hooked on my smell."

"Dastardly," You peek your face out of where it's smothered in his chest, hair amiss as you sleepily grin at him, "Are you even a pilot to begin with?"

"Nope," He grins, popping the 'p', "Just smelly."

"Yeah," You fake disdain, your nose wrinkling at the bridge as your eyes scrunch, "I didn't wanna be the one to tell you, but I think you should shower."

You make a break back for the bed, escaping his arms before he can trap you in them again. But he's faster, he always is, and yanks you back with a loud, incredulous chuckle.

"Hey!" He holds you facing him, keeping you pressed tight to his torso. His smile is blinding, as bright as the sun, "I went on a journey to the craft store to find these," He urges, memories of the horrors of the knitting ladies in aisle six flashing through the intensity in his eyes, "I had to fight my way through the cool teens with sewing machines to get those candles for you," He huffs, "Sorry if I'm a little sweaty."

"Did they put up a fight?" You know the group of high-schoolers well, and you envy their craftiness.

"One of 'em tried stabbing me with her needle," He dramatizes what was probably the pointed end aimed in his general direction as she stitched up a loose seam, "I swear I barely made it out of there alive."

"Well thank you, soldier." He bites his lip at the title, and you smirk knowing he won't fight you on it, not today, "I don't know what I would do without you."

Your comment is teasing, and he knows it. But it's truthful, too, and you take your time relishing in his presence now that you're nearing another few days of him away from you.

"Me neither," He admits, and it's shocking to see the great Hangman admit that he isn't always one step ahead of the game, "But I'm glad you've got something to help when I'm gone."

"Me too," You nod, leaning closer to the shining smile of his, yearning for the taste of it, "But the real thing's always better."

He leans in to press his lips to yours and you're sun-kissed, warmth flowing through you as you clutch tight to his chest. He has the remarkable ability to flood the room with brightness when he steps in, and it's even more brilliant when he kisses you. Now you break away glittering, the light in your eyes matching what's still radiating from his smile.

"I love you, darlin'," He speaks soft and low, the epitome of fondness.

You return the sentiment with as much love as you can squeeze into your voice as possible, "'Love you too, Jake."

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Stepping out onto the porch becomes a difficult task on Wednesday morning. You mourn the absence of your husband, because it means you nearly fall flat on your face over the box on your doorstep instead of being caught in his strong arms like a damsel in distress. You straighten up from where you'd landed on your knees, peering suspiciously at the open-topped box you're hovering over. In it are round glass jars, what you recognize almost immediately are sun-kissed candles. There's sixteen in the crate, four by four in the cardboard box. There's a note on top of one of the lids, taped there and flapping in the gentle breeze. It's in his handwriting.

Angel, it reads, and your heart skips a beat.

Angel,

I thought you could use more of these, just in case you run out. I don't want you to get lonely, two days feels like a lifetime when you're not there. Don't light the house on fire, please ♥

XOXO, Jake

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[enbyenvy666]

I'll do a request how about todoroki and bakugou accidentally burning their partner while sparring? Figure it's how they apologize or make up for it. Partner isn't mad though.

hope you enjoy :)

CONTENT WARNINGS - gn reader, semi-graphic depictions of burns, comfort, mild mild mild angst, accurate first aid, no beta we die like men

w/c - .8k

Todoroki

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

It was part of your weekly routine, sparring with Shoto to hone your skills and his. It wasn’t odd to end up with a couple of bruises and scrapes, you were a pro hero and so was he, both with powerful quirks, it was an occupational hazard. There were never any serious injuries, no black eyes or anything that needed stitches. 

Until one night when you tried to dodge his flaming fist and your exhausted body caused your knee to give way, falling against his arm. He reacted quickly, deactivating his quirk and helping you to the ground so you fell safely. Your shirt was singed, burning away to reveal the reddened skin underneath. You could only writhe, stuck between sucking in deep breaths and being unable to breathe out.

Shoto spat out apology after apology, wanting to hold you but afraid he would harm you again. But you reached out to him, gripping his arm as you pulled yourself upwards. Through gritted teeth, you asked him to help you to the bathroom so you could run room-temperature water over the burn. He quickly helped you to the bathroom, running the shower so you could sit in the water stream. 

“I’m really sorry, love,” he whispered as he removed your shirt. The cool water over the burn eased the pain enough for you to smile softly, reaching out to cup his cheek, your thumb running over his scar. 

“I’m not mad Sho, it was an accident,” you explained. “If anything I should blame myself for falling.”

“But that’s not your fault!” Shoto countered. With a grin, you leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to the tip of his nose. 

“Help me wrap this up and we’ll call it even.”

Bakugo 

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Not everyone knew that when Katsuki used his quirk frequently in a short period of time his hands got really hot to produce more sweat. During his hero work, he wore gloves so it wasn’t usually a problem and thus he forgot about it. He was training with you on one of the few nights he had free. He was training his endurance in particular, testing the longevity of his quirk by firing off explosion after explosion in quick succession until he couldn’t produce any more nitroglycerin. 

You held padded blocks over your hands, protecting yourself from his onslaught of explosions. They weren’t as strong as normal as Katsuki was more focused on his stamina for the time being, but even for a moment you felt like you were going to be knocked off your feet. But he finally stopped, shaking out his hands as he felt his muscles twist into cramps. 

You slipped your hand out of the padding, holding it up to high-five as you usually did to congratulate him on a job well done. And as usual, when your palms met, he could pull you in for a kiss. But when his fingers wrapped around your hand, you let out a shriek, ripping your hand out of his grip. It took a moment, but the shape of his hand and fingers showed up on your hand in a bright red.

He cursed, wiping his hand on his pants as if that would cool them faster. They were still warm when he grabbed your good hand to drag you to the kitchen, running the sink and sticking your hand under it. He was quiet, brow knitted more than normal as he glared at the water flowing from the tap. Not a word was said as he retrieved the first aid kit, gently drying your hand with paper towels before rubbing aloe vera over the burn, carefully avoiding spots where blisters started to form. 

You watched his eyes flickering, tense muscles in his face twitching as he fought with himself internally. He made sure to wrap the bandages loosely in case your hand swelled, but his ginger touches were juxtaposed by how he roughly put the first aid kit away, slamming the cupboard closed afterwards. He didn’t come to you when you reached out to him as if he was punishing himself by not allowing you to comfort him. So you went to him instead, fingers weaving through the soft, blonde hair at the back of his neck to pull him down until your forehead met his. 

“It’s okay, I’m not angry,” you whispered. Katsuki shut his eyes, arms slinking around your waist as he allowed himself to bask in your relaxing touch. The back of your fingers on your injured hand lightly brushed across his jaw. He grasped your hand delicately, bringing the digits to his lips to kiss tenderly. Pressing your lips to his, he felt you pulling away after, and quickly wrapped his strong arms around you to pull you back in, his chin on your shoulder. 

“Just a bit longer.”

#bnha x reader #bakugo katuski x reader #bakugo x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki x reader #comfort #x gn reader

[steddieas-shegoes]

uh. what?

for @steddielovemonth prompt 'love is healing wounds'

rated m | 1,782 words | cw: injury recovery, mild blood, recreational drug use | tags: post s4, hurt/comfort, getting together, fade to black

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The stitches pulled and he couldn't get comfortable. He almost wished Robin hadn't made him get checked over, but anything that required this many stitches probably would've killed him if he hadn't. At least that's what Nancy said when he complained to her about it.

But now, Steve couldn't sleep, and sleep was apparently very important for healing.

The alarm clock next to his bed said 2:07 am, so calling someone was out. Going somewhere was also out, unless he wanted to go to the 24 hour diner alone.

Fresh air sounded good until he realized he'd have to either go for a walk in the middle of the night alone or sit by the pool alone.

He didn't want to be alone.

His phone started to ring just when he was considering taking a shower out of boredom.

"Harrington residence, this is Steve."

"So formal for two in the morning, Stevie," Eddie's laugh rang through the line and Steve couldn't help smiling. Something about Eddie's energy was contagious, a beacon of light when all he had was the darkness of his room.

"Didn't know if it was an international business partner for my parents. Happens sometimes when they forget time zones." Steve moved to the edge of his bed so the cord didn't have to stretch as far. "What are you doing up?"

"Had a dream about being eaten alive again. This time they managed to eat both of my nipples." Eddie scoffed. "Isn't one enough?"

Steve chuckled. "And you can't go back to sleep because you're scared they'll come take your other nipple?"

"It's a genuine concern, Steve! I have big dreams of piercing this thing and if they take it from me, what do I have left?"

"I think you'd probably just find something else to pierce," Steve shook thoughts of what that might be out of his head before they could take over. "So you can't sleep. You thought you'd call and wake me up to suffer with you?"

Eddie was silent for a moment before responding. "Did I wake you up?"

"No," Steve said quickly, not wanting Eddie to feel bad. "I was awake."

"Nightmare?"

"No, stitches are bothering me."

"You wanna come over? I found my hidden stash. Might help with the stitches," Eddie offered.

Steve probably shouldn't. He was on some pain meds already and if he got too fucked up, he'd probably cry. That's what happened last time he had some of whatever Eddie was selling.

"I'll come over, but probably shouldn't have anything. Robin would kill me if I end up in the hospital," Steve gave a half-truth.

"Yeah, she's terrifying. I'll leave the door unlocked."

Before Steve could tell him that was a bad idea, he hung up.

********

When Steve got to Eddie's, he let out the breath he'd been holding the entire drive. Eddie was sitting on the porch, alone, his guitar by his side.

Maybe he'd been playing already, or maybe he planned to play to help distract Steve from the way his skin felt like it was too much.

He got out of the car and waved when Eddie looked over at him with a smile.

"Didn't think you'd get here so quick," Eddie didn't bother standing up, Steve just knew to go sit by him.

But the steps on the Munson's porch were rickety at best, "temporary" according to the government officials who had stuck them here because they didn't think it was worth putting them in a home across town, and Steve's eyes hadn't quite adjusted to the dull glow of the light by the front door. He missed the top step and immediately fell, barely catching himself on the wood of the porch.

Eddie was helping him up immediately, doing his best not to make his own injuries worse.

"Shit, you okay? Wayne tried fixing it, but it just keeps getting loose."

Steve felt a stinging pain on his side, and when his hand grazed over the worst of his bites, he felt something warm and wet on his fingers.

"Shit," without looking, he knew he'd torn his stitches. "Eddie, I need a towel or something."

"Shit, that's a lot of blood. That's a lot of blood. It shouldn't be that much, right? Like even tearing your stitches, it shouldn't be-"

"Eddie." Steve poked his arm, stayed as calm as he could. He bled easy, so sometimes even small things looked worse than they were. "Towel."

"Right, yeah. Should you come with me?" Eddie shook his head. "I mean can you move? Should you stay here?"

"I'll sit here until I have a towel. Don't wanna get blood on the carpet."

"Got it."

Eddie still seemed unsure about leaving him, but must have noticed how much blood was soaking through Steve's shirt and rushed inside. He was back in less than a minute, a black towel in his hand.

"It's clean. It's the one I usually use for my hair, but I didn't get to fold it from the dryer yet. Um, just put pressure on it."

Steve knew what to do, was used to putting pressure on wounds, but appreciated Eddie trying to triage it anyway.

"You got a needle and thread, right?" Steve asked once he took his shirt off and put pressure on the bite. It was already bleeding much less, a positive sign that maybe it wouldn't be too bad.

"I mean, I do. I don't have medical tools that have been sanitized properly."

"You have water to boil and vodka?"

"Steve. I'm not fucking performing a medical procedure on your stomach," Eddie shook his head. "Do you have a death wish or something?"

"I trust you."

The words hung heavy between them, despite the fact it wasn't exactly news to either of them. They'd been through it all together, why wouldn't he trust him?

"Okay, let's get inside and I'll get everything ready."

Getting inside was easier said than done. The bleeding had mostly stopped, but the pain had really started to set in and every breath felt like knives stabbing into him.

"Deep breath, Stevie," Eddie said as he sat him down on the couch and helped him lay back. "I'll get you something for the pain."

"Something" was an edible, and Eddie seemed hesitant to give it to him, but all reservations Steve previously had went out the window as he felt his hands shaking from the pain.

Eddie prepared everything while the edible kicked in, checking in with Steve every few minutes to make sure he hadn't passed out or started bleeding again.

When the room started to feel blurry and his head felt light, Steve smiled over at Eddie, who looked nervous.

"Ready for your magic hands," Steve wiggled his brows.

Eddie made a strangled sound before leaning over the wound and wiping some of the blood away gently so he could see where to stitch him back up.

He worked as quickly as possible, humming softly to distract himself and Steve from what was happening.

Steve was high.

He was high and he was feeling good despite the needle in his skin.

He drifted for a bit, couldn't be sure how long, but eventually, Eddie was touching his cheek and making him open his eyes.

"Think you should stand up so I can wrap a bandage on it. Then you can try to shower off some of the blood if you want. Wayne got one of those removable showerheads. Feels fancy," Eddie said as he moved the hair off of Steve's face.

"Help?" Steve managed to ask.

"Yeah, I can help you with the wrap and start the shower for you," Eddie nodded.

"In the shower?" Steve asked.

Eddie paused. "I can keep us dressed?"

"But." Steve huffed. "Blood."

Eddie couldn't help but laugh at his confusion, Steve's lips pouting out and his eyes squinting. "Okay, okay. If you're okay with it, I'm okay with it. You're high as shit, man."

"I'm standing right on the ground," Steve waved his arms around him. "Or is the ground standing on me but the other way?"

"God, this is the best. Okay, let's go."

"Wait!" Steve grabbed Eddie's arms. "You should know something."

Eddie raised his brows in question. "Go on."

"I'm very in love with you. And also kinda hard."

Eddie blinked, not processing. Now he felt high.

"Uh. What?"

"I have an erection." Steve made a disgusted face. "Hate that word. Sounds so middle school sex ed."

"It is." Eddie shook his head. "I guess I meant more like, how and why and what the hell do you mean by it."

Steve giggled. "I said you had magic hands and I was right."

"Dude, I was literally giving you stitches. I am failing to see why that would make you hard."

"It's cuz you're so gentle and your tongue sticks out when you're trying to focus. And also I started thinking about what you'd do if I couldn't move," Steve sighed dreamily. "You have handcuffs."

"Okay. Let's pause." Eddie let out a small hysterical laugh. "You want me to help you in the shower because you love me? Do you even need help?"

"Probably. But I also want help. And also you're a helper for me."

"What does that even mean? Where's Robin when you need her to decode what the hell you're talking about?"

"You're a helper for me! Because you help me be better about asking for help! And then you help!"

"Okay, that's. Good. I'm still not sure what's happening."

"You're gonna help me shower. I'm gonna try very hard not to come. We sleep?" Steve looked around Eddie out the window, like he was checking if it was still night time. "And then in the morning I wake up and get yelled at by Robin."

"Why would she-"

"The stitches. And the telling you I love you thing. She's gonna be real mad about that."

"Why?" Eddie felt like he was losing it. What was even happening anymore? How had he completely lost control of the night?

"She wanted to help me do a speech thing."

This was just getting more wild.

Steve needed a shower, and he needed sleep. Eddie needed a minute to gather his own thoughts.

"Shower. Sleep. Talk in the morning." Eddie raised his hand to cup Steve's neck. "Robin murders you after we talk."

"Deal." Steve's face sank, but he quickly perked back up. "But shower?"

"Yes, shower. Go, horndog."

Steve laughed as he half-limped to the bathroom, clearly feeling some pain even with the drugs in his system. Eddie followed and resisted touching Steve as much as possible.

Which ended up being about two minutes.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddielovemonth #love is healing wounds #injury recovery #cw: mild blood #post s4 #hurt/comfort #getting to know you #tending to wounds

[harrysmimi]

Gotchu!

Synopsis: YN pranks Harry after he's returned home from the gym

Idea courtesy to @vrittivsanghavi

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It was a day off for YN, so she decided to spend it at home.

She has been making a crochet bag for her mother-in-law for her birthday which was coming up soon. She cosied up on the sofa with a cup of tea with a rerun of her favourite show on, taking in some alone time. She had dropped off Milo to the vet for his checkup, surgery and vaccine updates this morning, he's due pick up in the evening. And she went grocery shopping for few things she needs to try out this new baking recipe.

Though Harry will be home soon, he had to rush to a quick meeting and then he went to the gym for a little. He came home way too soon.

YN heard the door open and close as Harry walked in dressed in his workout clothes and cup of coffee in his hand. His tote bag hung over his shoulder.

"Hey baby." He smiled at her, "I'm just gonna go take a shower real quick and be with you, yeah?"

"Hi, yes of course." YN nodded, and sat there starting on her new project.

Anne loved one of YN's bag she made and wore on one of their girls day out, since then YN's been wanting to make one for her. Her birthday was coming up so it was the best occasion to take advantage of. Gift giving is really nit her thing, so this was a golden opportunity for her there.

Harry's been jealous. He wants one too but he steals her bag everytime so he doesn't really know how to ask for one. He felt stupid. But at the same time it warmed his heart to see how the women who raised him get along so well with the woman he fell in love with.

He's honestly got to up his game of birthday presents for his mum after this. It's always been his forte, but a handmade gift has special value to it to everyone.

YN had been asking him what colour he thinks his mum would like the bag to be. It was a tricky choice to make without letting Anne can not know about this. It is a surprise.

"It's coming along right?" Harry asked he sat next to her, freshly showered and shirtless with droplets of water still shining on his shoulders and chest. YN rught away snuggled to his side.

"This is the last square for the bag." She said as she continued to crochet.

"That colour looks very pretty by the way." He added.

"Yeah? I'm making you one too." She beamed at him in excitement, "you can take this one and I'll give Mummy Anne the other one."

"Oh, thank you love." He chuckled watching her go back to do her thing, "I've been wanting to ask you to make ine for me, but didn't wanted to bother you."

"Please, you're never a bother to me." She rolled her eyes.

"Yeah--" Harry realised something, "baby, where's Milo? He's usually attacking my feet by now." Harry asked looking around.

YN was too busy counting up the stitches on the crochet piece, or was she? Actually she was cooking a plan to prank him in that moment. She's the bored okay!

"He's in the Man Cave you built you or he must asleep in some nook." She shrugged, which had Harry immediately jumping up to go look for their fur baby.

"Did he eat McFish--" he checked the aquarium but the fish was the swimming around with the secure lid still on. "No, baby, did he fell into toilet bowl again?"

"You just came from the bathroom, didn't you see?" YN called from him as he frantically ran to their only bathroom to check.

Milo was just learning to adjust to the closed litter box, which was kept in the bathroom obviously and being the cat he is, he jumped on the box and accidentally falling into the toilet bowl. It was his fault that he didn't closed the lid.

YN had to bathe him twice after that, because well he doesn't let Harry give him the baths. Yeah, he's that spoilt. But Harry still loves him, he's just grown to bond with Milo. Even though the kitten always tries to trip and make him fall the best he could, or when he just attacks his dad's toes for no apparent reason. No, no, he doesn't do that to his mum, he's in fact very cuddly and sweet with her. Well, occasionally the cat likes to cuddle with Harry but that's very rare. That doesn't change the fact he loves that cat to bits.

"He's not there." He announced, "baby can you please put that down? We can find the cat!"

"Check in his man cave, dude!" She tried to break out laughing the best she could, acting nonchalant as Milo does like to be on his own sometimes.

Harry walked upto the little-- well it's not very little box fixed seven feet above the ground for Milo to sit in and rule over his kingdom along with wooden steps and comfiest bedding inside. The cat even sleeps in it at night. Harry had it custom made for just him, with facy ass design and his name plate on the front. Harry called it: Milo's Man Cave.

News flash, Milo isn't in his man cave.

"We have the balcony all netted and shit, where is he?" Harry was stressing out now. "Did you leave the door open by any chance?"

"Uhhh, no..." YN tried to act like she is not very sure and surprisingly it worked.

"Baby, no don't fuck with me like that!" Harry gasped as he ran into the bedroom to grab a shirt. He was soon heading out the door to check but YN's phone started ringing so he stopped thinking someone might have found him. He's microchipped, and got a collar with his name YN's number on it (not his for his privacy and as a prevention from getting his number leaks). He was teary eyed by now.

"Hello Ms. YLN, this is Amy from Medivet. How are you doing today?" The girl on the line spoke.

Now YN doesn't have her phone on speaker but Harry could hear the girl speaking through. It was Milo's vet. But he's still anxious.

"Hello, I'm good, thanks and you?" YN said politely.

"I'm doing fine. I've called you to let you that Milo is ready to be taken home, so you can come pick him up." The girl sounded very upbeat.

Harry immediately pulled out his phone to check, it was Milo's appointment day and his turn to tak him there. Fuck did she just pranked him?

"Yeah, I'll come pick him up in fifteen. Thank you, Amy." YN spoke before the girl was bidding her bye and hanging up.

"That was not good." He sniffled as he went on to grab his car keys with a puppy face on.

"Harry, I'm sorry!" She cooed rushing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Got anxious!" He sighed, "he's just too little."

"I know, I'm sorry, don't cry please." She tried to hug him.

"God my heart in beating fast," he sat down on the dining table chair.

"Hey, I'm sorry I was just trying to prank you." She felt embarassing now as she now hugged him. With her hand rested on his chest she could really feel how fast his heart was beating then which made her feel even more mad and embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Hazza."

"Just don't." He gently pushed her away. "This isn't funny, YN."

"I'm sorry." She repeated herself, now with her own eyes getting teary and a puppy face on she stood there in the corner.

Now, Harry doesn't usually get upset. He's just that caring and understanding but when he rarely does, he gets really badly upset. This seemed to be one of those rare times and he used her first name in ages. She just grabbed her car keys and slipped on her slippers to go pick up the baby.

"Hey, hey, hey, I was just kidding!" He rushed to pull her back giggling, "gotchu!"

"God you little shit, can't just turn this around on me!" She whined now crying like a baby in defeat.

"Don't you cry now." He wiped off her tears, "not going to lie, you did get me until I heard Medivet. Got you back though." He seemed proud of himself as he tightly hugged her.

"No, go away!" She tried to push him off but he barely budged.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled.

"No, move, I have to pick him up." She now managed to pull away.

"Hey come on, this is not fair!" He whined, "well... Baby I'm sorry." He grabbed her face cooing as he placed sloppy wet kisses in her cheek and mouth. It took him a second to realise that. "You sit and relax, I will make the trip to get him."

"Okay." She nodded.

"Am I forgiven?" He asked, to double check.

"Am I?" She countered.

"Of course you are, my darling." He placed another kiss on her mouth and got one right back.

"You are too then." She finally smiled.

"Okay, bet back in thirty, yeah?" He placed a few more kisses on her face.

"Yeah." She nodded.

"I love you!" And she recieved another kiss.

"I love you too!" She reciprocated, "now go bring our son home."

"Yes, yes." He quickly put his shoes on before he was headed out, "oh, keys!"

"Here." She handed him her car key as she was holding it, with that he was heading out again.

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N O T E :

This is not how I intended it to go but dayummmm this is hilarious!!!!!! *cries"

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[octoberclidan]

Don't Tell Anyone

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Request: could you write a fic where the reader takes care of a sick and emotional dean? just a lot of comfort and caring

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Story:

"Hey Sam, you seen Dean yet?" [Y/N] asked as she walked into the bunker's kitchen to find Sam enjoying a coffee. It was almost noon, she'd slept in late after only arriving back in the bunker from a long hunt at 4am that morning.

"Haven't seen him". He shrugged, taking a sip from his coffee. "You sleep okay? I thought I heard you up and moving around earlier when I was leaving for my jog".

"You went for your jog this morning? Do you just not need sleep?" She asked, sitting down opposite him.

"I may have slept most of the way on the drive back last night". He smiled sheepishly before getting up to make her a coffee. "I'd say he's still asleep, it was a long drive, even for him". He set the coffee down in front of her and sat back down. "How come you were up and awake earlier?" He asked again and she shrugged.

"I woke up and couldn't really sleep, so I did a bit of tidying".

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah". She smiled at him and took a sip of her drink. "Thanks for this".

"Of course. I'm heading out on a supply run, do you need anything?" She shook her head and he stood up, walked around to her and bent down to press a kiss to the top of her head. "I'll see you in a bit, try wake Dean up if he doesn't get up on his own in the next hour, he'll get annoyed if he sleeps in too long". She nodded at him and he left her to drink the rest of her coffee. Sam and Dean were always looking out for her, ever since she moved into the bunker, they did little things for her like make her food, check up on her, give her hugs and forehead kisses. She suspected that they both liked having someone that they could look after, someone who returned their affection, though they'd never admit it out loud. Sam was like a big brother to her, and Dean was... well, Dean was a bit different. The truth was she was worried about him. The hunt had taken a lot out of him, and he looked completely drained by the time they'd arrived back in the bunker. He looked pale, he had bags under his eyes, and he barely said a word to either of them before he closed his bedroom door behind him. She hadn't been tidying her room earlier that morning, she'd been pacing back and forth debating with herself whether or not to go check on him.

Dean wasn't great at opening up to people. He was a great listener to [Y/N] when she needed it, but he wasn't a great talker when he needed it. He was amazing at showing how much he cared for her, but the moment anyone tried to show that they cared for him, he'd brush it off. He'd never let her stitch herself up after a hunt, but he'd insist on stitching himself up if he could. He didn't like people asking if he was okay, and on the occasion that either [Y/N] or Sam were pestering him about his emotional state, he'd snap at them and shut them out for days. That's why, even though they were very close, [Y/N] had decided not to check on him that morning and to just let him be, let him come out in his own time.

She finished her coffee and went to shower and get dressed, she wasn't planning on doing anything too strenuous for the day, her muscles still aching from the hunt. An hour after Sam had left, Dean still hadn't made any appearance. She'd walked past his door a couple of times going between the bathroom and her room, and she'd noticed that there was no light under the door.

She was sitting in the library filling in her journal about the hunt when Sam arrived back after another hour had passed. "Hey, wanna help me put some things away?" He asked her, and she hopped up to take a bag from him. They set the supply bags down on one of the tables and began to sort through them, making a pile for the kitchen, a pile for the bathroom, and a pile for the infirmary. "So is Dean up? I was going to suggest we go out for drinks tonight". Sam said as he started to go through the pile destined for the kitchen, putting all the items into one of the empty bags.

"Oh, I uh.. I didn't wake him up". [Y/N] said as she busied herself with the pile for the bathroom. "Is this conditioner for you or for me?" She held up the bottle of expensive brandname conditioner and Sam's cheeks went a bit pink.

"I thought we could share it". [Y/N] giggled at how embarrassed the hunter looked and packed it into the bag. "So, Dean's not up? It's well into the afternoon now, it's not like him". He picked up his now full bag. "Why don't you go wake him up? See if he wants to go out later".

"I don't want him to be annoyed at me for waking him".

"He won't be annoyed if you come bearing gifts". Sam winked at her and took a small boxed pie from the top of the bag, handing it to her. She sighed and nodded at him as he left the room. It was time to disturb Dean. She walked down the corridor to his room and stood outside, noting that his light still seemed to be off. She felt nervous, she hated it when Dean was annoyed, especially when it was directed at her. They didn't fight often at all, only really ever having one major argument, but for small things, like eating the last of his pie, or waking him up before he was ready, he'd give her the silent treatment. Whenever she looked back on it she could see that he was being childish, and she actually found it quite funny and would have a little laugh about it with Sam afterwards, but when it was happening in the moment, she hated it.

She took a deep breath and knocked on his door. No answer. Thinking maybe she wasn't loud enough, she knocked harder. Still no answer. She stood there for a moment listening to see if she could hear any movement from inside the room, but there was nothing. Finally, she pushed the door open. It was dark, but the light from the hallway lit up Dean's bed, and he was lying in it. He was on his stomach, his hands under his pillow and his face towards [Y/N], his eyes closed. She walked towards him carefully, she knew that even in the sanctuary of the bunker he still sometimes slept with a gun under his pillow after a hunt. "Dean?" She called out quiety, keeping a safe distance. He didn't respond. "Dean?" She tried again, a bit louder. He breathed in quickly and his eyes opened, looking lost for a moment before he saw her.

"What?" He mumbled.

"Are you okay? You've been in bed all afternoon".

Dean grumbled something before turning his head to face away from her. She took a step closer to him.

"What did you say?" She asked him, but he only grumbled again into his pillow. She took another step closer and reached out her hand to touch his shoulder, to find that he was radiating a lot of heat and the shoulder of his t-shirt was wet. She pulled her hand back in shock before reaching over him to place the back of her hand against his forehead, causing him to grumble again. "Dean, you're burning up! Why didn't you come and get me or Sam?" She pulled back his cover in an attempt to cool him down a bit, and once again he grumbled. "I can't hear you if you talk into the pillow".

He finally looked up and glared at her. "I said, I tried, I couldn't get out of bed". Her eyes softened as she looked at him properly. He was just as pale as he had been the previous night, the bags under his eyes were now darker, and now his eyes were red too. He'd been crying. She set the pie she'd been holding down on his desk and then sat down on the edge of his bed.

"You're sick Dean, you have a temperature". She pushed his damp hair off his forehead to feel it again and he rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, I know".

"Will you put away the tough guy attitude for a minute and let me take care of you?" She looked him in the eyes and watched as his wall tumbled down. His lip quivered and his eyes watered as she moved her hand down to cup his cheek, he closed his eyes and let a tear drop down as he couldn't help but lean into her touch. Her heart broke for him, she'd only ever seen him cry once before, and that was on a very difficult hunt when he thought Sam had died again. She knew he must be feeling extremely under the weather to break like that. "Dean... come on, sit up and let me give you a hug before I go get you some water and something to get your fever down". She put her hands behind his shoulders and helped pull him up, noticing that his shirt was soaked completely. Ignoring it, she pulled him close and he leaned his chin on her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her and wincing slightly at the ache he felt from the movement. "I've got you". She whispered, running her fingers up and down his back.

Dean showed no sign of letting go, so after a few more minutes she pulled back, not missing his whimper. "I'm going to get you some cold water and some flu medicine, Sam just finished a supply run so we should be all stocked up". She moved to stand up but he grabbed her wrist, pulling her back down into a hug.

"No, don't go". He mumbled into her shoulder. She couldn't help but melt at the rare vulnerability he was showing her. She let him hold her for another few minutes before even she was getting too hot from his skin contact.

"Okay, tell you what, I'll go get some stuff that will help you get better, and then I'll stay here with you until you fall asleep. How does that sound?" She asked. Dean didn't answer straight away, but eventually nodded against her neck and pulled away, leaning back against his bed's headboard. She quickly leaned forward and kissed his forehead, smiling when she saw his face relax from her touch, and left the room to go and find Sam.

She found him in the kitchen, putting stuff into the fridge. "Hey! Get Dean up?" He asked as she walked into the room.

"Yeah... he's not getting up any time soon. He's sick, looks like the flu. He's looking pretty rough". She sighed and Sam turned around to give her his full attention. "Did you buy Tylenol earlier?" She asked him and he nodded.

"Yeah I did, I'll go get it, I'll meet you back in his room. Is he coughing or anything?" Sam looked worried, neither of them got sick very often, especially Dean. He began walking to the door, turning back to wait for an answer.

"No I don't think so, just the fever, he seems a bit... emotional too".

"Emotional?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Yeah, like, needy".

"We should get the fever down quickly, he's not gonna be happy with that". Sam chuckled before leaving the room. [Y/N] filled up a glass of water, and added a lot of ice. She grabbed a towel and dampened it in cold water too, then made her way back to Dean's room. He was still sitting up when she walked in, but his eyes were closed.

"Dean? You awake?" She asked as she sat down on the edge of the bed beside him. He nodded without opening his eyes. "Okay, let's get that shirt off you, okay? Can you raise your arms?" He nodded but didn't move his arms. "Dean? Your arms?"

"You wanna see me naked?" His voice was slurred and his eyes were still closed but he did manage to smirk.

"I want to get your shirt off, it's soaked from sweat and you're overheating in it". She blushed a little and was glad he wasn't opening his eyes to see it. "If you raise your arms I can help you get it over your head".

"You wanna see me naked". He chuckled but raised his arms up a bit. She bit her lip trying not to laugh, not wanting to encourage him, and helped pull his shirt off.

"Hey, got the Tylenol". Sam walked into the room, a small tub of pills in one hand and a thermometer in the other. "You look like shit". He said as he approached his brother. Dean mocked him and opened his eyes for the sole purpose of rolling them at Sam, but let him take his temperature. "Here, take his temperature every thirty minutes or so to monitor it. It's high but not too bad". Sam handed the thermometer and pills to [Y/N]. "Good luck with him, come get me if you need anything". He patted her shoulder and left the room. [Y/N] put the thermometer down and handed the cold glass of water to Dean along with two pills, which he quickly knocked back.

"Lie down, I have a cold towel for your forehead". She said as she took the glass back from him. He did as she said and began to pull his covers up but she stopped him.

"You're too hot Dean, no covers".

"Thank you". He smirked at her, this time it was her turn to roll her eyes at him.

"You can't help yourself, can you?" She sighed at him as she placed the towel on his forehead. "Do you ever feel insecure?" She giggled as she noticed him smirking again as he shrugged his shoulders.

"Can I tell you a secret?" He whispered so quietly she almost didn't hear him.

"Yeah". She whispered back.

"Don't tell anyone".

"I won't". She promised.

"Sometimes I feel insecure around you".

"Me?" She wasn't sure what he meant.

"Yeah, you're so pretty. I like looking at you".

"You're delirious, it must be the fever". She reached across to get the thermometer but Dean opened his eyes and the smirk was gone, he looked completely serious as he grabbed her wrist.

"I mean it, I look at you all the time... I imagine things about you".

"Dean..."

"No like... Nice things. I imagine you cuddling up to me when we watch a movie, I imagine holding your hand, and long hugs, and kissing". He was staring straight into her eyes as he said these things, and she felt her cheeks heat up.

She cleared her throat. "Why don't you try and get some sleep? You must be tired".

"Do you not imagine those things too?" He suddenly looked sad and hurt.

"You tell me those things again when you're not sick with a high fever and then we can talk about it, okay?"

"You don't like me back". A tear fell from his eye.

"Aww, Dean, of course I like you back". She quickly brushed his tear away with her thumb, then kept her hand on his face, stroking his cheek lightly.

"Why would you like me?" He sniffed.

"Well, you're kind and caring, you make me laugh, and you're actually really sweet".

"I'm hot too". He pointed out, pulling another giggle from her.

"Yeah, you're hot too, but you already knew that".

"If you think all of that then why don't you kiss me?" She felt the familiar sensation of butterflies in her stomach. Even a sick Dean Winchester who was pale with dark circles under his eyes was still undeniably attractive. She leaned down and quickly kissed his cheek, pulling back to see his eyes were closed and he was wearing a smile. His grip on her wrist loosened and she realised he'd fallen asleep. She smiled to herself before leaving to go get her journal, she'd decided she could fill it out in Dean's room so she'd be there if he needed anything.

She spent the next couple of hours filling in her journal and reading over her previous entries, making notes here and there as she thought of them, then moved on to doing a bit of research. She'd checked Dean's temperature a few times as he slept, and she was glad to see that it was gradually going down. She'd replaced the cool towel on his head too, and Sam had come in to check on both of them, bringing her some dinner at some point. It was late evening when she put down the book she'd been reading and yawned. She pushed the chair back to get up and check Dean's temperature again when he stirred, woken up by the sound of the chair scraping along the floor. "Hey". She smiled at him.

"Hey". He said back, looking around. The dark circles under his eyes had brightened up a bit, but he still looked tired. "How long have you been in here?" He asked, pulling the towel off his head.

"Most of the day". She said, gesturing at the stack of books she'd been going through.

"You not worried about catching whatever it is I have?"

"If I do then you'll just have to look after me instead". She smiled at him. "Are you hungry? You should have some water". Dean sat up as she handed him the glass and she sat down beside him.

"Not really. Seriously though, you should go, what if you get sick before I'm better?"

"Well then Sam can look after both of us. Do you want me to go?" She asked as she took the glass back from him, and he shook his head.

"No, I guess if you've been in here all day with me then you've probably already got it. Let me feel your forehead".

She giggled at him. "You're not gonna be able to tell, your hands are too warm".

"Then take your temperature". He attempted to reach over for the thermometer in her hand but she pulled it back.

"I'm looking after you, remember? You should go back to sleep, it's late. I'm gonna go back to my room, I'm tired too, but if you need anything just text me, okay?"

"You're leaving?" His shoulders dropped.

"It's night time Dean, I need to go to bed".

"There's a bed here". He frowned at her.

"Your bed is kind of already taken". She smiled at him and stood up.

"Wait! No, look, there's room for one more, see?" He moved over in the bed, leaving a space for her. She'd never seen him use puppy eyes before, there was no way she could say no to him.

"Are you sure?" She wasn't sure a not-sick Dean would be comfortable with sharing a bed with her. They'd shared beds before while out on hunts, always out of necessity though. There was no need for [Y/N] to sleep in Dean's bed tonight when her own was just across the hall.

"Can I tell you another secret?" He asked and she nodded. "I like when we have to share a bed. You snuggle up to me and it's really nice, I sleep better when I can hold you".

"When you're better you're going to hate yourself for saying all this and being all soft". She giggled. He gave her another pleading look and she gave in, lying down beside him. He immediately wrapped an arm around her waist and tucked his head into her neck. It was a bit uncomfortable with how hot he still was, but when he started to rub his thumb against her waist, combined with her already sleepiness, she drifted off.

***

[Y/N] felt like she was floating, up and down, slowly and steadily. Then she felt a light breeze on the top of her head, in time with the floating. The next thing she became aware of was something trailing up and down her back, and then the sound of breathing, which matched both the up and down motion and the air she felt on her head. She opened her eyes and found herself lying on Dean's bare chest. Looking up she caught his eyes looking down at her. "Morning". He said, continuing to run his hand up and down her back. Suddenly feeling self conscious, she looked back down.

"Sorry... you asked me to stay, and you were sick, I couldn't leave but I needed to sleep".

"Hey, it's okay, I remember I didn't really give you a choice". He chuckled and brought his hand up to hold the back of it against her forehead. "I think you have a temperature". He whispered and she laughed and looked up at him. "Sorry about that, I didn't mean to make you sick... but I do really like sharing a bed with you, I slept very well". He smiled at her and she blushed, surprised that he was saying that now that he didn't seem too tired or sick.

"I slept really well too, but I do feel a bit achy now that I'm awake". She began to nervously trace her finger around his tattoo, very much aware that she was still on top of him and he hadn't made any move to get her off him.

"How about you stay here in my bed and I look after you? I'm feeling a lot better". He offered.

"I could go to my own bed?" She countered, hoping he would tell her to stay again.

"You could, but your bed is smaller and I don't know if we'll both fit in it tonight". He started to play with a strand of her hair. She'd never seen Dean nervous before, but he was avoiding eye contact while waiting for her to respond.

"I like this open version of you". She smiled at him and he chuckled.

"It's just for you. Don't tell anyone, especially not Sam". He brushed the strand he'd been playing with behind her ear. "Speaking of Sam, why would I get out of bed to get you medicine when I can continue to hold you and just text him to get it?"

"Do you remember everything you said yesterday?" She asked him.

"I remember telling you I liked you, that you're pretty, and I remember you kissing my cheek". He reached over to grab his phone to text Sam. "How about once we're both better we go out, like for drinks or something, and maybe I could get a proper goodnight kiss". His smirk was back and she lay her head back on his chest nodding her head.

"Yeah, I'd like that".

"Then it's a date Sweetheart".

The end

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[bonny-kookoo]

Hi Ms Bonny

So I remembered you said no one sends asks for the ilysib couple anymore, and I just had this idea last night but didn't have the energy to pick up my phone again💀

Okay so, basically kookie shaves his head right, maybe for the weather or his hair was damaged or I don't know really I'll need your creative mind for that part👀 and he becomes a little self conscious and oc comforts him by saying he's still😋 and he doesn't believe her. So she takes him out on a date and like before, everyone is looking at him and basically building his confidence back up.

PS I really hope you get this ask because I've sent some for this couple before and it was never answered

Tumblr sometimes eats asks, I'm so sorry :(

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He's avoiding you- and that's just so not your Jungkookie.

You thought everything was going well between the two of you- but apparently something must've happened to make him so withdrawn again, refusing to see you, refusing to meet up, refusing to show himself. You're not sure what's wrong-

But you're about to find out.

"You know, I'll just camp outside then, I don't care!" You threaten, sitting in front of his apartment door, stubborn as ever- when his voice is finally heard.

"You'll laugh." He whines, before you can hear something slide along the door before it falls to the floor with a thud- he's probably sat down on the other side of the door. "You'll.. I look stupid." He says.

"Did you dye your hair or something?" You ask, and he's quiet, making you angry. "Jeon Jungkook you could've buzzed it all off and well full on Vin Diesel on me what do I care! Are you serious right now?!" You get up to knock on the door and right his doorbell again. "Open that goddam door, I'm worried about you, nerd!" You cry out again, even stomping your leg in anger.

"No, I'm.. I'm fine. Just.." he stumbles over the words, clearly panicking.

"I'm sorry." You say, and it's quiet. "I.. I'm sorry if my constant joking has gone too far at some point, if I made you feel like.. self conscious or something, I swear I never wanted to do that." You confess, feeling terrible. This must be your doing, right? It has to be your fault. Because you're insensitive as fuck, and you can't read a room, and you got way too comfortable with him and-

The door opens. He stands in front of you, beanie on his head.

"Its.. it's not your fault." He tells you. "You didn't do anything." Jungkook mumbles, and you can't help yourself.

You basically tackle the poor guy, door falling out of his grip and closing behind you, making you successfully infiltrate his home. He holds you because he's missed you too- he hates the fact that he couldn't have you this close for days by now, no physical contact with you whatsoever, no visual sight of you. It felt like torture-

But he just feels like he can't face you.

"Why are you doing this?" You whine, tears clear in your eyes, making your eyelashes already heavy with them. You're not even wearing makeup today, he notices. This must've really gotten to you.

You're still so pretty.

"What happened?" You worry, and he begins to bite his lips, a nasty habit he has whenever he's nervous. "Jungkook.." you say his full name, no variation of it, no silly petname.

He knows it's serious.

"I.. look stupid." He confesses. "I.. had an accident, a few days ago, in the bathroom." He sighs, sitting down on his couch with you, while you listen. "I slipped when I stepped out the shower, and hit.. my head on the edge of one of the cabinets.."

"Oh Jungkookie-" you whine.

"And- and they had to like.. cause my hair was so long they couldn't stitch it without, you know, shaving it, and it looked dumb when I came home so I thought might as well buzz it all off-"

You're quiet, staring at him.

"Are you okay now?" You ask, oddly serious.

"Yeah, they kept me overnight to make sure I was fine-" he answers, before you shove him, hard, angry.

"You stupid idiot!" You scold. "You're so dumb! What the fuck?!" You complain, angry tears in your eyes. "What the hell do I care about your hair?! You could've died or something, and all you thought about was how you could look to me? Am I that shallow to you?" You ask him, and he shakes his head.

He deserves this. You're right.

"No.." he denies, taking the scolding like a dog that's being told off. "No you're not. I just.. felt weird. Like I'm not.. fit for you anymore. You should have a nice looking boyfriend and all that, and you always said how you love my hair-"

"I love you most!" You whine, leaning forward to climb on his lap, and cling to him. "I love you, not your body. That's just.. that's just the only thing I can touch, so I want you to take care of it.." you explain into his chest. "..so it'll be here for as long as possible.. until we're all wrinkly and old.."

"Oh." He hums, realizing what you mean.

He's never thought about it that way. But you're right- he doesn't love your body first and foremost either, but you- your personality, your soul, your mind. Your body is simply the vessel you live in, and he'd want you to keep it up and running for as long as he's alive too.

"I'm sorry." He confesses. "I'll never do that again."

"I sure dare you to, I swear I'm gonna break in next time!" You threaten, letting him dry your tears before your hands reach for his beanie. "..can I see it?" You wonder, and he looks down, shrugging.

"I guess." He confirms.

The moment you skip his hat off, you search for something- finding the small stitched wound near the tip of his ear, making you immediately coo at it, fingers carefully touching it. "Does it still hurt?" You wonder- and he shakes his head.

"Just a little, if I lay on it or something." He admits.

"Oh my baby-" You whine, before you rub his head. "This feels weird though. How is it still soft?" You wonder, taking the pressure away from the situation, making him laugh. "And you honestly rock this look. Now you really do look like a guy who can throw a punch."

"..I can and will, for you." He mumbles, making you laugh again.

"Heh, and I lo~ove you for it!" You sing a little, kissing his nose before you kiss his lips a couple of times, cheeks held in your hands.

And he can't believe he's been living without this for just a week.

He never wants to miss you ever again.

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[temptingfatetakingnames]

The Last Steve Harrington Part 6

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Hello my loves. This chapter was very difficult to write and it is very heavy. If you have no triggers please continue to the story. If you do have triggers please read the warnings carefully. I do not want anyone to be hurt by my story. I'll put a brief synopsis under the tags.

Trigger warnings: depression, suicidal thoughts, suicidal ideation, attempted suicide

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It was late in the night; their plan had been set and there was nothing left for them to do but sleep. As if they could. As if it was that easy. Steve was on his back with Eddie tucked into his side. He stared at the ceiling. He hadn’t slept well in days but his body still refused to rest. Even though there was no immediate danger he thrummed with tension and apprehension. He had this terrible feeling –

“I have this terrible feeling it might not work out for us this time,” Eddie whispered against his neck and Steve clutched him tighter against him. His heartbeat quickened at Eddie’s words, at the confirmation that he wasn’t the only one feeling this sense of doom. They had been too lucky. Over and over, they had planned and they had fought… but they had been lucky. The problem with luck was that it always ran out eventually. He just had to hope that it would hold out one more time.

“It’ll work out,” he whispered back just as quietly. Trying to reassure himself and Eddie. It had always worked out for them before…and it would again… it had too.  

Steve awoke quietly that morning, rising out of the dream and into his new reality without blood or red skies. It felt wrong. He deserved to wake up screaming from his nightmares. Steve hadn’t known how terribly he had lied to Eddie that night. Hadn’t known what awaited them the next day. How badly it did not work out. Another betrayal, another failure.

Rubbing his eyes, he sat up and rested his hands in his lap. He turned them over and looked at the scars and callouses he had gathered over the years – the memories carved into his skin. He brushed his fingers over the bite on his left palm. Remembered ripping the bat away from Eddie and it latching on to him instead. It had torn a chunk out of him, leaving behind an ugly mess of scar tissue when it healed.

Light was already shining in the window and he could hear movement throughout the house. He got out of the bed and stood quietly for a moment, taking in the sounds. Joyce was in the kitchen and he could hear a shower running in the bathroom. Turning, he looked at the back of the mirror. Steve hadn’t looked at himself since his first night in the house. He walked over to it and turned it around; his stitches had been removed yesterday and he was curious how he looked.

The man that stared back at him was one he was starting to recognize. His eyes weren’t as sunken and there was some colour in his cheeks. The scars across his body stood out starkly, however. Jagged lines and bites of torn away flesh. Trauma that had begun in ’83 and never stopped – only escalated. A small scar was mostly hidden in his hairline, courtesy of Billy. A thin line wrapped around his neck from a Demobat, almost unnoticeable unless you were looking for it. His torso was a canvas of healed pain – with scar tissue covering his sides in large chunks. They had been too healed for the doctors to do much. Claw and bite marks from his most recent wounds had been tidied, the skin was still red but the lines were clean now and the stitches gone. Other small scars ran down his arms and legs. He had nerve damage in three of his fingers from the bat bite and he was partially deaf in one ear. Migraines and nightmares plagued him constantly and it was difficult to meet his own eyes.

Broken.

He stared at the man in the mirror for another moment before turning it back around. Closing his eyes, he brought his hand up to his chest feeling his heartbeat. Opening his eyes, he strode to his dresser and pulled out clothes for the day. He couldn’t stop thinking about what Robin had said about Other Steve in the bathroom a few nights ago. There were differences in their stories, especially from high school but everything about Scoops and after had seemed the same – just swap Robin and Eddie. It was the sameness that he couldn’t get out of his head. He needed to figure out the moment of divergence that caused them to have such different endings.

He needed to talk to the kids; out of the people he could reasonably discuss all of this with, they had known Other Steve the longest. It’s not like he could walk up to his parents and ask them for his life story. He was afraid to see the kids again though and especially afraid to learn more about Other Steve. He had to though – had to face it and them. He just didn’t know if he was ready.

When he walked into the kitchen, Joyce was at the stove and Eleven and Will were sitting at the table eating breakfast. He sat down with them.

“Good morning, Steve,” Joyce said as she put a plate of bacon and eggs in front of him. The kids smiled at him; mouths too full to speak.

“Morning,” he replied quietly.

Chatter continued around him as he ate his breakfast. Hopper came in, hair still wet from his shower and took a seat at the table. Steve’s appetite had been returning slowly and he gave Joyce a small smile when she put more bacon on his plate. It was a lovely morning but Steve still had to fight the urge to scream and ruin it.

He cleared his throat and turned to Will. “Could you radio everyone to come over? I’d like to talk.”

Will looked surprised but he nodded. “Sure, Steve.”

---

Dustin showed up first.

He must have left his house as soon as Will got off the radio with him, he was there so quickly. Steve was in his room when the doorbell rang. He set his book aside and waited. Hopper brought Dustin up a moment later, showing him into the room and then leaving. Steve got up from the bed and they stood facing each other. This was the first time Steve had really looked at him. He was taller than he remembered, older. A ballcap was pushed down over his curls and Steve wanted to take it off and ruffle his hair. In another universe, he would have. His heart clenched painfully in his chest.

“I’m sorry about the code red,” Dustin said, breaking the silence.

Steve thought about what to say in response. He knew that Dustin hadn’t meant any harm. Thinking back to the panic he had felt in the moment though, Steve couldn’t deny that he had caused harm. He could tell that Dustin knew that though, his eyes glancing away and back to Steve’s.

“It’s alright, Dustin,” he finally answered.

“I won’t do it again. I promise.”

“I know.”

That got him a tentative smile.

“I brought some stuff for you,” Dustin said coming closer and pulling his backpack off his shoulder. “Some books and movies, snacks and things you might like. Will said you’ve been reading The Hobbit over and over. I brought you the The Lord of the Rings.”

“The Lord of the Rings?” Steve asked.

Dustin nodded. “By the same author, it’s a sequel to The Hobbit… sort of –” He trailed off, walking over to Steve’s bedside table and picking up his book.

“It was my Dustin’s,” Steve said quietly.

Dustin examined it closely before he opened it to the first page. Written in the right corner was ‘property of Dustin Henderson’ in a looping, childlike script. He could see Dustin’s hand grip the book tighter.

“It’s the same as mine,” he said in an awed voice, “the handwriting and placement, it even has the same rip in the cover.”

Steve didn’t know what to say to that. Didn’t know how to talk about parallel universes and why some things seemed to carry through and others didn’t.

“Thank you for the books, it’ll be nice to have something new to read.”

Dustin put The Hobbit down and turned to smile at him. “I can’t wait to talk about them with you! Steve wasn’t much of a reader. Who’s your favourite character? What’s your favourite part?”

Before Steve could even begin to think of a response to his questions, the doorbell rang again. Dustin was still smiling at him, waiting for him to answer, but Steve definitely couldn’t handle an exuberant Dustin one on one.

“We should go down,” he said instead, “and see who that is.”

Dustin didn’t seem disappointed as he turned towards the door and they both went downstairs. Will was already letting Max, Lucas, and Mike in when they rounded the corner into the living room. Eleven was standing off to the side and Dustin was just ahead of him. It felt like a moment out of a horror movie as the six of them all turned to look at him. It was the first time since the hospital they had all been together. His gaze slowly went around the room, taking each of them in. His kids; beautiful and alive and… not his. He felt on display as they all looked back at him. He crossed his arms across his chest as he felt the panic start to rise.

Will clapped his hands and all eyes turned to him, allowing Steve a moment to breathe.

“Everybody downstairs!” he called out.

“Hi, Steve,” Max said smiling as she walked by him.

“Steve.” Lucas nodded at him as he followed her.

“Hey,” Mike said.

Dustin went too and then it was just him, Will and Eleven. He ran his fingers through his hair. This was a bad idea; he wasn’t ready for them all. It already felt like too much, their eyes too heavy.

“Are you okay?” Eleven inquired.

He took a deep breath and nodded – he needed to get this over with. Will started walking over to him as a knock sounded on the door. He went to open it and Steve saw Robin and Eddie standing on the other side. Will moved back so they could come in and he closed the door behind them. Robin came right over and gave him a quick hug and a peck on his cheek. 

“Harrington,” Eddie said and… it hurt. Steve thought the way Eddie said his last name would always hurt.

He tried not to show it as they went into the basement. It was Steve’s first time seeing it. There was a big comfortable couch and chairs surrounding a television and a huge table at the back of the room with DnD stuff completely covering its surface. Everyone was getting settled so Steve went to sit down in one of the empty chairs. He fiddled with his hands as he waited for everyone to get comfortable.

“What did you want to talk about, Steve?” Dustin asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.

Now was the moment. Back out or keep going? He needed to know what was different about him. He wouldn’t have peace until he knew what the defining moment Other Steve had that he didn’t. He needed to know.

“Tell me about him,” he said. “Tell me about Steve.”

Shared looks went around the room before Dustin started speaking. He settled in and listened intently to the story of Steve Harrington.

---

At the end, Steve was surprised. At least in terms of the kids and The Upside Down, their stories were the same. There was still a lot of his early life that he was missing though. They were looking at him intently, waiting for him to get his thoughts together, waiting for him to speak.

“A lot of it is the same. Except the end, obviously…” Steve trailed off.

“What were you like in high school?” Eddie asked suddenly, looking at him intently. He had asked the same question in the hospital. Steve hadn’t answered then, but for some reason the question really mattered to Eddie.

“I was a sort of popular I guess, friendly with everyone and no one tried shit with me or my friends. I was on the swim team but wasn’t the star by any stretch. Most days I hung out with Nancy, Jonathan and Barb. Got closer with the kids in ’83 when everything went to shit. I wasn’t the best at school but Nancy helped me pass. Me and Eddie became friends at Scoops and Robin joined the group after Vecna killed Chrissy in her room.”

“What about Tommy and Carol?” Eddie questioned.

“What about them?”

“You weren’t friends?”

“Why would I be their friend? They were assholes.”

The room was very quiet. They all looked at each other. Back and forth.

“So, no King Steve?” Robin stressed.

He shook his head. “I don’t even know what that means.”

Eddie and Robin took over the story, filling in a big missing piece from the kids’ retelling. Robin had mentioned a bit of what Steve had been like in high school, but they told him the rest of what they knew of him then. The popular jock who ruled the school, the bully who didn’t care about anyone else. By all accounts a mean asshole. Robin told him what happened with Nancy and Jonathan and how Steve had been introduced to The Upside Down. How he could have left, could have avoided all of it… but he went back. Then getting closer with the kids… and then the rest.

King Steve. The first key difference then…but it still didn’t explain why. Why would being ‘King Steve’ make a difference in their ending when the moments before were so similar? Why? Why? Why?

“… I still don’t understand why you want me here. I’m not your Steve. I’m a goddamn coward and I don’t deserve to be here. I don’t deserve to have any of you.”

“There are echoes, Steve,” Dustin said earnestly. “Parallel universes. Not divergent, parallel. There are going to be differences, some of them big – like you living – some of them small – like your favourite colour or something – but a thread is going to weave through them all. You said yourself that most of the big things are the same. You’re not a coward.”

Steve couldn’t help but shake his head at his words. Dustin got up and stood in front of him, he waited until Steve met his eyes before he asked, “did you help Nancy and Jonathan against the Demogorgan?”

He hesitated a moment before he nodded.

“Did you help me look for Dart and defend us at the bus?”

He nodded.

“Did you fight Billy and go into the tunnels with us?”

Steve could feel the eyes of everyone in the room on him. Heavy. So heavy. Tears pricked at the back of his eyes. He nodded.

“Did you get tortured by the Russians and help us defeat the Mind Flayer?”

He nodded.

“Did you fight with us against Vecna?”

He stared up at him, eyes hard, but Dustin refused to look away – looked back at him just as hard until Steve finally nodded once.  

“How does any of that make you a coward, Steve?”

“Can’t you see how that same thread was leading up to a predetermined moment where I was supposed to die protecting one of you? I spat in the face of destiny and my family suffered the consequences for it.”

More looks around the room, a question going around that no one would be blunt enough or cruel enough to ask. But they didn’t have to ask it. Steve knew what the question was. The question he had been dreading since they had torn him out of his universe and told him that every other Steve Harrington had died a goddamn fucking hero. He remembered the fear. Fear for himself and for everyone else. How chaotic everything was once the battle had started, how immediately the plan went to absolute shit.

“I don’t know why I didn’t. There wasn’t a moment that screamed ‘if I step in front of that blow, then Eleven can take him down, or if I lead away the bats, they’ll have a chance to do something.’ I was scared… Everyone was failing, struggling, and I – I could see that we were going to lose and I just…didn’t want to die,” he finished quietly, ashamed. He turned away; he didn’t want to look at them. Didn’t want to see the disappointment or the pity in their eyes.

“I don’t know what made me different from all the other Steves. I don’t know what they saw during the final battle or how they knew what to do to save everyone. I don’t know.” Steve put his head in his hands and cried. He had been afraid and he didn’t want to die, there was no other answer. No absolution. No justification. No forgiveness.

Dustin’s hands gripped him and pulled so Steve’s head rested on his shoulder. His arms came around him and he whispered, “it’s okay, Steve,” over and over. But Steve shook his head… because it wasn’t.

“So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings,” Dustin whispered into his hair as Steve tried to breathe.

But Steve wasn’t the snow. He was the fire and the dragon.  

---

Steve didn’t like to go out during the day, finding the sun too bright, too much. Leaving the house at night felt safer, more comfortable. He was used to the darkness. The sun was something he thought he would never see again – and was now something he denied himself.

Steve wandered the streets, lost in thought. The kids had left after he had stopped crying, he could tell they wanted to stay but Eleven and Will convinced them to go. Robin had stayed for longer, but he wanted to be alone and she had left too. Eleven and Will tried to get him to watch a movie but he told them he was tired, spent the rest of the day in bed but couldn’t sleep. He had left as soon as he knew everyone else was sleeping. He didn’t know how he would ever be able to face any of them again. He didn’t want to. Didn’t want to see the pity and sadness in their eyes – didn’t want to feel the weight of their memories and expectations anymore.

Steve tried to remember the last time he had been happy – truly and peacefully happy – and the moment that came to mind was when he thought he was dead. When he thought he was in heaven, reunited with his family. When he thought everything was over and he could finally rest. He wanted that feeling back. It was all too hard and he didn’t know how to let it go – the anger, the pain, the guilt. He was drowning in it. He had clutched those feelings tightly to his chest when he thought they were all he had left, but now they were suffocating him. But worst than the anger or the pain or the guilt was the fucking hope.

It was trying to wriggle its way in and he couldn’t take it. It hurt worse than anything he had ever felt before. The hope that he could live a happy life here… but…

His kids were dead and it was his fault.

His kids were dead and it was his fault.

His kids were dead and it was his fault.

How could he ever let himself be happy when his kids were dead? How could he ever move on and live when his kids were dead? So, the hope had to die too. He didn’t deserve it. He couldn’t accept it. Couldn’t let it in. He had to atone. Had to make the sacrifice he didn’t make the first time and set everything right.

Endings.

Endings.

Endings.  

The quarry was quiet when he arrived, though an angry wind kicked up around him as he stood at the ledge. The stars shone brightly and it was a beautiful night to die. If there was a God, he would be reunited with his family when he died, even if he was in the wrong universe. He prayed that his soul would know where to go, that it would find them. He felt bad about leaving the kids here – but they didn’t need him, he didn’t know why they thought they did. Other Steve had taken good care of them. They would be fine. He hoped that they would never find his body, would believe that he had simply… left.

He looked over the edge, at the long way down. The fear he had always felt in the presence of danger was silent for the first time. All he felt was peace. He was going home.  

Steve took a deep breath, looked up at the stars, and raised his foot.

Part 7

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Synopsis: Steve hits his lowest point after learning about the life of Other Steve. He is tormented because he believes that learning about his life only confirms that he is a coward who failed his kids at the moment he should have saved them. Nothing in Other Steve’s story explains why their endings are so different. He is tired of his guilt and wants to rest with his kids, he goes to the quarry and contemplates jumping.

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Chapter 17

Summary: Sy and his lady both retire from the army but not before tragedy befalls Sy. He slowly tries to adjust to life again on their ranch.

Pairing: Sy / OFC

Word count: 2,512

Rating: no one under 17. I'm not responsible for what you read. Kindly police yourself.

Chapter 17

August glanced over his shoulder into the back seat. Three weeks and two surgeries later the hospital finally agreed to let Debbie go home. She still had a long road ahead and it still didn't guarantee a full recovery and her anxiety was through the roof at times and at other times was so depressed she was nearly catatonic and a few normal days scattered in between. She was refusing to eat and in general sulking like a brat. Sy hoped getting her home would help.

Mike had been released after a week and a half. Walt had taken custody of him and Napoleon and Will were staying with them as security until everyone was jailed, including the corrupt cops. He was recovering physically but emotionally he was distant and shutting them out.

Geralt turned onto the long, tree lined drive admiring the land and imagining what it looked like in summer. He loved the country and a working ranch brought a warm feeling to his heart. He drove past the barns where a few work trucks sat along with ranch hands tending horses noting a beautiful chestnut mare before turning his attention back to the drive. Finally they pulled up in front of the large ranch style home and parked. Everyone got out, Sy helping Deb out and lifting her into his arms bridal style while Geralt and August got everyone's bags.

Deb took a deep breath of the fresh air ecstatic to smell anything besides anesthetic and medicinal scents that she'd been trapped in for weeks. 

“Where's Aika?” Deb asked, seeking out their furry friend. 

“She's with my sister and the kids. They are bringing her home tomorrow. “ He gently bounced her in his arms. “Where would ya like to get comfy sugar?” Sy asked as they all walked in. All the Christmas stuff was still up even though it was after Christmas now because they hadn't got to celebrate yet.

“Bath.”

 “Baby,” he started but was cut off. 

“Bath,” firmer.

“You want to wash off again?” He could see wanting to smell like their soap and not hospital bath in a bag shit so he started toward their ensuite bathroom. He sat her on the edge of the bed with her bad leg up and started gathering clean clothes for her.

“No Sy, a real bath.”

He turned to her. “You know you can't get your leg wet Deb. Your stitches could come apart or you could get an infection.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and scowled.  “I don't care. I've not been in a bath or even a shower in three weeks!” When he arched his brow at her and crossed his arms over his chest she sighed and stood shakily on her good leg. “I'll do it myself!”

“Sit down!” He yelled and stepped forward. She sat down and blinked up at him with wide eyes. He hated yelling at her after all she'd been through but he refused to let her act out like that. “Little girl, you will not hurt yourself or cause any further injury just because you want to get your way.” He gripped her chin in his big hand and forced her to hold eye contact. “I'm gonna try to get you into the bathtub but if it doesn't work I will give you a sponge bath and you won't fight me on it. Got it?”

“Yes sir,” She agrees . “I'm sorry I yelled. I just feel so dirty and I haven't… I know I've been washed but I just

.. I still feel their hands on me and i…I just want to wash it all away.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead. 

Fifteen minutes later she was perched on the vanity in nothing but a shirt and bulky leg brace that went from her upper thigh to her ankle. 

Sy was filling the tub with water when something hit him in the back of the head. “Woman,” he turned to face her, suddenly realizing it was her shirt she'd thrown and she was now sitting on the vanity completely naked. “Fuck,” he rasped all blood flow in his body going straight to his dick. 

“I hope so,” She grinned,  crooking her finger and beckoning him to her. When he was close enough she fisted his shirt and pressed their mouths together in a heated kiss. Sy pressed against her, hooking her good leg over his hip and she felt him pulsing against her through his cargo pants. Tears brimmed in her eyes.

“Are you hurting?” He asked as he wiped a tear away with his thumb.

She shook her head , eyes locked with his while she tried to get her emotions under control enough to speak. Swallowing past the huge lump in her throat she pressed her hand to his bulge rubbing it and relishing in his sharp intake of air. “You still want me.”

“What? Of course I want you Deb. You're my life.” He didn't understand how that could even be a question but he could see the doubt in her eyes. “Debbie?”

“I just,” She didn't know how to express how she felt. Like she couldn't form the words much less say them. “I…”

“Talk to me darlin’, please.”

“Sy, the water,” She pointed to the nearly overflowing tub.

“Fuck!” he ran over and shut the water off just before it spilled over the edge of the tub. He laughed but drained enough of the water that she could get in without it pouring on the floor then went back to her. Cupping her face in his hands he leaned in, pressing their foreheads together. “Please talk to me. Don't shut me out Deb. I know you remember the hell we both went through when I tried to hide my thoughts from you. I was lost in my own hell and putting you through it too. We promised to tell each other everything after that, remember?”

She knew exactly what he was talking about. When he was recovering from his POW time he felt like he was too much, not worth the work, or the love she had for him and he tried everything he could to make her leave him but she refused. It nearly broke them both. “i..I'm not the one for you. Not your soul mate anyway. You're settling for me because I'm safe and comfortable.”

Sy felt like someone punched a fist into his chest and was crushing his heart. “You're my world Debbie, my heart, my everything. I'm sorry if I haven't shown you what you mean to me. Please, give me a chance to….”

“Austin, no! It's not that at all. You treat me like a queen and I know that you love me!” She hugged him tight. “This isn't about anything you've done or not done. It's about me. It's about me not being enough. I mean family is everything to you and your mom hates me. I turned your dream ranch into an animal rescue because I needed to feel like I was doing something helpful. I just latched on to you and didn't even notice that you weren't settling down or or ,” he head was pounding.

“That I haven't given you a ring so you couldn't possibly be what makes me happy? Isn't that what Lindy told you that night at the restaurant?” When he watched her he'd dip down because she couldn't look at him he gritted his teeth. “I haven't given you the ring yet because I wanted to be sure I could be the man you deserve,  that I could overcome the PTSD enough to give you a life, sugar. It has everything to do with you but not how you're thinking. I was so afraid of not being good enough I didn't show you how much I can't live without you.”

She shook her head, “No. It's not your..”

“We both said that but clearly there is a problem, sugar because you are doubting us.”

“Doubting me,” She explained quietly.

Realization washed over him and it all became crystal clear. She'd been his rock for so long he'd forgotten how she was when they first met. The chip she had on her shoulder because she felt like she had to prove she was good enough, that she could be the best at everything. He took it as a woman having to prove herself in a man's military at first but the more he was around her he realized that she was afraid to let anyone close, trusted no one to even have her six. She lived like she herself was the only one in the world she could trust or depend on. It led to a lot of being reprimanded, write ups, push ups, pull ups, and finally a talking to that finally made her see thongs from Sy's point of view about having to trust her team or they were all in danger. That was when he really started trying to get to know her in earnest, when he eventually learned about her abuse and abandonment. She'd come so far and he'd been through so much that he didn't realize she needed reassurance he wasn't giving her. He was a fucking moron. 

She gasped when Sy grabbed her face and kissed her and didn't stop until her tense muscles finally relaxed against him and she was breathless. She didn't even register him removing the leg brace until he was lowering her into the hot water, careful to keep her bad leg resting on the side of the tub. She sighed contentedly as she leaned back. Sy chuckled, “Feel good?”

“So good!” 

They both jumped at the knock on the bathroom door. Sy stood and went to see who it was.

“Your sister is here,” Geralt told him. “She needs to talk to you.”

“I'll be right there,” he sighed. He went back to Deb. “You stay put. If you aren't in the same position you are now when I get back I'm going to spank you until you can't sit and when that ass starts to cool down and feel better then I'm going to do it all over again and again until I feel like you learned your lesson and if I get tired I'll let Gearlt and August takeover.”

She fully intended to protest but what came out of her was more of a strangled whimper. He cleared his throat to hide his chuckle.  “I'll be good, I promise.”

“I know you will, sugar.” 

Sy went to speak to his sister and Debbie soaked in her hot bath. She sat still for a bit but really wanted to wash. Chewing her lip she pondered if grabbing the soap would be against the rules. Stretching her arm out she reached the soap without moving her butt at all and took it as a victory. Lathering up her bath puff she started washing herself. Once she felt squeaky clean she grabbed her razor and started shaving … everywhere. After three weeks she resembled a sasquatch except the leg and arm (shoulder) they'd done surgery on. When that was done she settled for a few minutes but quickly got bored, she was all alone after all. “Oooo jets!” Pressing the button the jacuzzi jets bubbled to life and massaged her sore muscles only with her bad leg up at an awkward angle it exposed her to the full force of the jets causing her to jerk and gasp. The pain that shot though her leg was almost instantly replaced with need as she used her finger to further expose her clit to the jet. Using her other hand she slipped two fingers into her slit working them hard and fast chasing the pleasure she didn't realize she needed so badly. Turning her body a little toward the side of the tub the jet hit the perfect spot and even though she couldn't reach the spot inside due to her awkward positioning the jet was doing the trick. Her hips slowly started to flutter as she threw her head back and whimpered through her release moving her hand away from exposing her clit as the pulse of the jet became uncomfortable. She hadn't noticed Sy come back in or even approach until she felt his fingers pushing into her still quivering hole. “Fuck!” She squealed at the stretch and shock of it.

He lifted her ass up out of the water enough to latch his mouth onto her clit and switch between sucking and licking until he'd made her cum two more times, the last time screaming out his name with a series of loud moans.

Sy got her out of the tub and carried her straight to the bed. It was tall enough that he could just bend her over the edge, carefully resting her bad leg out to the side up on the bed leaving her open to his hungry gaze. “You ready for me sugar? Gonna take my dick like a good girl?”

“Please,” he begged, trying to rub her ass back against him. She gasped when his big hand smacked against her ass leaving a burning ache in its wake.

“Be still, your brace is still off. You're in trouble as it is, little girl.” He grinned when she went still, knowing she was thinking about the spanking he told her she'd get if she moved earlier. He took the distraction to push himself in up to the hilt causing them both to moan at the sensation. “So fuckin tight for me, like your made to fit my dick.”

All she could do was moan incoherently as he railed her from behind, each thrust causing her to gasp as he pounded against her cervix. It was painful but the pull out and push in up to that point was bliss. She was losing the battle of control over her body and clamped down on him as tight as she could, wanting to give him some of the pleasure he'd Given her.

“Son of a bitch,” he growled as she squeezed him so tight he thought his brain was coming out of his cock. Reaching under her he started rubbing her clit. “Cum for me. I want to feel you come apart when I fill you full of cum.” A few more circles to her bundle of nerves and she was rutting between his cock and fingers.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” She cried as she exploded around him and he emptied inside of her, the wet squelching sound of their combined releases echoing in the room as he collapsed breathlessly beside her.

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It's the bandage he sees first, the huge bandage that was covering more area than it should have. He doesn't see red, and the tightness in his chest that had sat there when he and Chin got the call from Max that Steve was in his apartment.

He appears to have been stabbed.

That's all that had been rotating in Danny's mind the agonizing drive over, but Steve was standing and surprised to see the two.

"What the hell is the matter with you? What is the matter with you?!"

Steve's shoulders slump at the beginning of his rant, but Danny is not concerned with that.

"Breaking outta jail, taking out a cop?! Have you lost your mind?!"

Danny knows the answer is yes, both for Steve and himself the prick.

"Why you yelling at me?" Danny can't help but internally soften at the adorable questioning face he hadn't seen for far too long, but it'll be a snowy day in Hawaii before he ever admits it.

"I'm not yelling at you!"

"Actually, you were expressing yourself in a very loud manner."

"Hey, zip it Kermit." Max blinks, unaware that one doesn't interject themselves into a Danny Williams bitching session. Well, unless you know how to that is, Kelly finally stepping in to prevent their shouting match from drawing very much unneeded attention. They aren't together for long, the man called Joe that no one trusted giving the least amount of information possible having McGarrett jumping at the bit to go.

Danny despises this, but knows right now is not the time to push too hard, so he follows his fearless leader.

The day feels like its lasted a month by the time McGarrett is proven innocent, Wo Fat is established to have been behind the Governor's murder, and the Five-0 is mostly reinstated. The sun is dipping below the horizon when Danny and Steve pile into his car, the Jersey detective cursing how far forward his seat was as Steve piled into the backseat.

"You better take those boots off, I'm not cleaning the inside of my windows again." He chided, only hearing a faint chuckle from his partner.

"I am too tired to unlace them."

"Then you're cleaning this time."

"Deal."

Seat adjusted and a rolled up sweatshirt tossed in the backseat, Danny begins the drive to his partners house. He can hear Steve pass out before he's out of the parking lot, but rambles on regardless about how life had been during the shit show of the last few weeks.

Steve wakes when he feels the car pull to its final stop, jerking up when the door at his feet opens a moment later.

"Hey, relax Rambo." Danny is positioned away from the car, giving a little wave. "C'mon, I'm not dragging your ass up the stairs and causing any stitches to pop open."

"Stitches can be replaced." Steve shrugged, slowly pulling himself up and out of the car with a grumble. "You don't have to pull a mother hen."

"Me? Mother hen? Shut up." Said stitches ached when he was up on his feet, and for once in his life, Steve doesn't notice Danny move to suddenly be a support. "Get those feet movin', we don't have all night." Steve rolled his eyes, but dutifully follows Danny up and inside his remarkably dust-free place.

"No dust?"

"Figured you have a maid service." Danny shrugs, and points to the bathroom. "Shower, and I'll get you some fresh clothes because you stink right now."

"I promise I have smelled worse." Steve chuckled softly, but is more than happy to take his first non-public shower that didn't require his head on a swivel. Max's stitches were top-notch for something done on the fly, and is amused to find it's most likely going to leave an almost lighting bolt shaped scar.

He doesn't remember much past stepping out of the shower, blinking to find himself now in bed and dressed in his loungewear. The bed is dipping slightly from someone lying next to him, and he doesn't even have to look to know who it is, the familiar scent of cheap coffee, sandalwood and a Jersey local made cologne that Danny always insisted on having shipped. He's watching something on a tablet he'd left during one of his first visits, chuckling to himself, and Steve just idly listens as the pull of sleep slowly pulls him under.

"You better be sleepin'." Danny's voice is as tender as Steve has ever heard, the detective humming as he starts another episode.

"mhm..." It's not his best response, but Danny takes mercy by running a hand through his hair.

"You're gonna need a haircut soon, but one day at a time eh? Now go back to sleep." There's another soft noise before Danny feels Steve go lax once again, the detective keeping the slow rhythm going as the hours tick by. As far as he's concerned, Steve is back where he needs to be, and all is well on this pineapple hellhole of an island.

As close to perfection as it was going to be.

#personal #mcdanno #steve mcgarrett #danny williams #I am rotating them in my brain like a rotisserie chicken #absolutely feral

[invivoinsomnium]

Shower sec is top notch so...

I've been watching you for a while I've picked you. You are going to carry my babies so one day while you're in the shower I silently break into your apartment I sit in your bathroom for a minute watching you before stripping off and getting in behind you shoving you against the wall.

"oh don't fight baby I don't wanna have to break any of your pretty little limbs" of course you still do but I easily over power you holding your jaw forcing you to lay against my chest looking at me while I fuck your tight pussy "You gonna carry my babies" you scream and cry but I just carry on.

"I know it hurts but it'll be worth it" I smile you were tight and sore whimpering and crying begging me too stop if already stretched you to a slight tear and now I'm brutally pounding you bruising your cervix "Gonna fill you up baby"

I finally cum shoving you against the shower wall pulling out while you fight I just get hard again picking you up taking you to your bed rummaging in my pocket handcuffing you to the bed. I use you for a few more hours before having had enough for now.

I knock you out and dress you carrying you to my car avoiding any cameras and people. When you come to you are in my bed ropes thing your wrists and ankles into a star shape. I was overtop of you mercilessly pounding you're tight overfilled pussy "Gonna fill you till you give me those babies Hun"

You wriggle and scream but it's no use we are in the middle of nowhere. It didn't take long with in 8 weeks of daily torture I had knocked you up you were growing quiet quickly as well. I didn't stop though still fucking you through every night untying you by the third month you couldn't get out of the room anyway.

You had free roam once I'd finally fucked you enough for you to stop fighting. I sit you in my lap one day rubbing your bump "look at you" I hum. "can't wait for you to push these out" if you dared to speak up asking about a hospital I'd just laugh in your face "Hospital why would you need a hospital you're doing it right here"

At around 8 months early in the morning you wake up to your water breaking you shake me awake but I just grab your jaw telling you to shut the fuck up not to make a sound until my alarm goes off five hours from then. I roll over to fall back asleep leaving you in agony.

You cross your legs shifting to relive the pressure as best as you can. When my alarm finally goes off I get up forcing you onto your back spreading your legs "I'll call the Dr shall I?" I laugh seeing the hope in your face before just pulling on a medical glove checking how dilated you are.

I hold your thighs to your chest as you were only 8 I instruct you to get up and walk around ignoring your pain. When you were ready to push I stripped you naked tying you to the bed.

As the contractions occur and you push no progress seems to happen you spend almost an hour in agony as you push with nothing you feel intense burning in your birth canal and you are begging me I put a new glove on checking just to feel feet "Oh looks like baby wanted to be stubborn as well" I push down on your stomach screaming at you to push and stop hurting our babies.

It took two hours for the first baby who tore he lays on your chest screaming and I hold your face shaking your head "Keep pushing Hun" I rub your thighs ome baby feeding the other refusing to come sitting in your birth canal he sits there for four hours of painful agonising contractions he seems to be kicking at your insides as well.

I won't step in as you bare down screaming in agony. When finally with a ripping sound his head pops out I watch as you scream and try pushing the rest of him out he pops out and I put him on your chest.

After your placenta comes out I decide to clean and stitch you up with no numbing or anything. I kiss your head "Good job mama starting tomorrow we'll try for more yeah" I walk out leaving you in agony with screaming crying babies

Anon, that was hot. I loved it. I really have nothing more to say because that had everything. I'll admit, when you mentioned calling the doctor I though for a fact you'd be bringing in a doctor you paid to assist the delivery or even a midwife. One who only truly cared about ensuring a successful delivery.

I do admit I'm torn between the idea of this taking place in a basement and me birthing on a matress or iron wrought bed or having been moved into a bedroom (yours) for the pregnancy and the basement being turned into a makeshift delivery room.

Either way, this was a wonderful read.

#invivo answers #rp idea #dark #forcedimpregnation #birthing #tw forcedpregnancy #tw kidnapping

[hearts4golbach]

The Night Shift.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

chapter 15.

I was intoxicated with laughing gas as I walked with jake and johnnie out of the hospital.

"johnnie," I giggled, dragging out the 'ie' in his name. "you're cute."

jake gagged. "ew-ugh!"

I scratched at the bandage on my head, making johnnie pull my hand away. "you're going to mess up your stitches."

"girl, it's fine." I sassed, complying as he helped me into the back seat. he climbed in next to me and buckled me in.

I unbuckled myself and laid down, spreading my limbs across the seats and laying my head in Johnnie's lap. I felt him tense before he relaxed as he ran his fingers through my hair.

jake turned up whatever was on the radio as I closed my eyes.

"is it safe for her to close her eyes?" johnnie spoke as if I was already asleep.

"I mean- maybe? did they even check to see if she has a concussion or anything?" he grew more concerned again.

"I'm fine, why are you sooo worried?" I slurred, opening my eyes to look up at him.

"because, it's scary." johnnie blushed, looking out the window. I laughed and closed my eyes again, my mind racing with miscellaneous thoughts as I listened to the radio.

he continued gently brushing through my hair as he sighed. "they didn't even get all of the blood off of you." Jake said, glancing back.

"she can shower whenever we get there." johnnie responds. "the fuck is wrong with those doctors? he was weird as fuck."

jake shrugged, resting one arm on the center console. "y/n?" he asked, "does your head hurt?"

I took a second to think about it. "my whole body is tingly." I giggled.

jake sighed loudly, "that doesn't answer my question."

"I'm sure she'd tell us if she's in pain." Johnnie's voice shook slightly.

I opened one eye to look up at him. he was still staring out the window as the dark blue sky.

we pulled into their driveway. I let out the breath that I had been holding for an unnamed reason, a loud sigh falling from my lips.

"come on." johnnie said sweetly, opening the door and getting out after I sat up. he helped me out, holding my hand once more.

"you good to shower? I don't think you should sleep with all of that blood, missy." Jake unlocked the door to the pitch black house.

"am I waterproof?"

"uh, no. but, your stitches are, if that's what you meant." he laughed at me as he walked inside.

"I'll help you," he paused, his face flushing red, "well, I won't like, be in there. I'll help you start the shower." he mansplained.

"I wouldn't care either way." I smirked, leaning into his arm.

"when the fuck does laughing gas wear off because she looks as if she's about to fuck you right here." Jake rolled his eyes.

"I do not!" I whined, kicking my shoes off.

he laughed, grabbing a water out of the fridge. "oookay." he said, sarcastically.

"come on," johnnie helped me up the stairs and into the bathroom. "are you ok to be in here by yourself? I'll just be in the other room."

"yeah, can you start it?" I pouted. "I'm so tired."

"I know," he rubbed my back before turning on the shower and leaving the bathroom. "call me if you need anything, okay?" he said, sweetly.

i hummed in response and got undressed. I stepped into the lukewarm water, a sense of comfort filling me as the water pounded against my body. I gently scrubbed my scalp, getting a scary amount of dried blood out of my hair and off my face.

I stepped out and began to dry myself off when johnnie knocked on the door. "hey, I have one of my t-shirts and an old pair of Tara's shorts that jake grabbed for you." he called through the door.

"you can open the door." I replied, feeling a bit more level headed.

I made sure I was completely wrapped in the towel so I was decent. johnnie slowly opened the door and peaked in, holding out the clothes. "sorry,"

"for what?" I asked, a concerned look on my face.

"uh, I don't know," he laughed awkwardly, giving me a once over before waving and shutting the door.

I laughed to myself at how awkward he was. I slipped on the misfits shirt he gave me and the light pink shorts that were Tara's. I felt stupid in the outfit, but it was just to sleep. I made a mental note for tomorrow, acknowledging that I had to get my car and my essentials from my apartment. I brushed through my hair the best I could. coming down off the laughing gas made my limbs feel weak.

I walked downstairs to see johnnie laying on the couch on his phone, most likely watching tiktok. "hey." I greeted.

"hey, jake already went to bed. you ready to get in bed?" he shut off his phone and sat up.

"uh, yeah." I stuttered, "where am I sleeping?"

he gave me a look, "I thought we'd just share my bed, to be honest." his face flushed.

"I mean, I didn't want to intrude or anything." I look down at my feet.

"you're not." he paused, "I get the best sleep when I'm with you."

"lead the way," I smiled softly, ready to get in bed.

silence filled the hall as we walked. he glanced back at me, "are you okay?"

I thought for a moment, "yeah. I'm just a little shaken up." I admitted.

"well, yeah. what are you going to do about your apartment?"

"I've been wanting to move out of there for a while, this isn't the first kind of thing that has happened around or to me. I don't want to stay in your guys' hair, though. I'll probably stay tomorrow night then go back." I frowned.

"no. y/n, it's not safe." johnnie protested. "we want you here."

"you don't have to be nice, johnnie. you can tell me if you really don't want to stay." i said cautiously, hoping he truthfully did want me here.

"I want you here." he repeated in a more serious tone. I simply nodded.

he opened the door to his room, and threw himself on the bed, spreading his limbs wide.

"hey, there's no room for me." I pushed him over, half of my body laying on him.

"your room is a fucking freezer." I scolded johnnie.

he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. "does this help?"

I rolled my eyes, "that was so cheesy, but yes." he chuckled into my neck as he buried his face. "night, johnnie." I whispered, moving stray hair out of his face.

he kissed my forehead. "goodnight."

#fanfiction #fanfic #johnnie guilbert #jake and johnnie #johnnie guilbert x you #johnnie guilbert x reader #jake webber #tara yummy #cafe aesthetic #cafe

[sirthisisa-wendys]

That was just beautiful 🥲🤧 poor Rinnie, poor stupid love dumb Rinnie❤️

Thank you so much for answering my request! I have so many more ideas, but I am just terrible at writing! I have another request for you! Another Rindou Angst, like I said previously, I /live/ for it. 🥺

AU Rindou where he comes from money (his dad being a CEO or something) and he meets a girl, falling madly in love with her. Their relationship having been kept a secret until they were caught fucking on the family dinner table. Afterwards being sat down to be told he could never be with her because she doesn’t “fit” that Haitani image.

A Special Affair: Rindou Haitani x Fem!Reader

wc: 681

tw: smut, angst

masterlist

"Come in; no one's here."

"Are you sure, Rin?" you wonder, stepping into the lavish apartment. "This place looks guarded to the teeth."

"You're my father's personal assistant," Rindou laughs, holding his hand out to you. "If he asks, we were just... discussing his birthday arrangements." You give him a quick roll of the eyes but take his hand and walk further into the apartment.

Your heels clack on the polished floor while Rindou shows you around, pointing at things rich people like and buy. You're sure that just the rent costs several times your annual salary, but you say nothing, opting to give Rindou a smile or two. At the same time, he parades you about, his eyes glowing as he mentions some renaissance painter's original artwork hanging above the spiral staircase.

"My brother hates these," Rindou mentions, shaking his head. "He's more of a Basquiat fan." You know that name, so you nod and giggle. But your tour is quickly derailed as he sweeps you into the dining room.

"Glass," you breathe, looking at the furnishings carefully.

"You can literally watch yourself eat." The man places a finger on the table and then lifts it. "And it's smudge-proof."

"No such thing," you gasp, but Rindou raises a brow, smirking.

"Want to test it out?"

You think you're going to test out the theory by wiping your hands over the surface, but Rindou has other plans. More like... taking you from behind as you stare at your reflection, completely entranced by the sight.

"You're so... fuck... right. I can watch myself..."

"Yeah, watch yourself..." Rindou huffs, holding your ponytail in his hand. "Watch yourself taking that dick."

You go two more rounds over the course of the evening: fucking on the couch, on the master bedroom floor, and finishing things up with a long shower.

"In the morning," Rindou yawns. "I'll take you back to your place. But for right now..." He turns over to you in the bed, holding you close. "Just need some sleep. Love you, babe."

"I love you too." You kiss his forehead and then slip into a deep sleep in his arms.

"Rindou." Mr. Haitani looks over to you after addressing his son. "Y/n." You swallow hard, looking at the older man with trepidation. There's only one reason why he would call both of you in like this.

Rindou adjusts his glasses and clears his throat before crossing his arms. "I have a lot to do today, dad," the younger Haitani mutters. "Whatever it is, can you hurry up and tell us?"

Without words, Mr. Haitani leans back in his chair and picks up a remote. The TV behind him flicks on, and the black-and-white footage begins to loop. You watch as the two of your trapeze around the apartment, half-naked, then fully naked and fucking wherever it pleases you.

Pieces of the footage are stitched together to make a continuous loop of you spread-eagle, Rindou bending you over the dining room table, and a blowjob that ended with Rindou again spreading you out on the floor.

The footage pauses. Your breath is caught in your throat. The elder Haitani leans forward.

"I could go on and on about how inappropriate this is." Silence. "But that would be a waste of my breath." Rindou opens his mouth but is immediately cut off by his father, who stands. "I should fire you, Ms. Y/n, but my idiot son would just hire you and make you his personal assistant." You hang your head, nodding. "As for you, Rindou..." The man walks from behind the desk, straightening his jacket. Rindou shrinks as the man approaches, anticipating the following action.

The two slaps are entirely too hard. You hear the hiss, but you don't dare to look anywhere but at your feet as the elder Haitani mutters, "Why can't you be like your brother Ran?"

After you're dismissed, you find that Rindou doesn't even look at you on his way out. He leaves you without a word, with a reddened face, and tears in his eyes; never to speak to you again.

#rindou haitani smut #tokyo revengers rindou #rindou haitani x reader #rindou haitani #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers

[allpaul]

Morceau Oleander and Cal's (Horrible) "Parents", please

OH BOY ! (<so normal)

Honestly I can't go talking about Oleander without bringing up his part of the Li-Po Backstory Document, but can you really blame me? As much as that doc is so old and should be taken with a grain of salt considering the amount of contradicting information to PN2 it has, it's pretty much all we have in terms of more development for poor Morceau, so I'll take it. It provides loads of much-needed insight into Morry's character. Li-Po Doc truthers where you at!!! Rise up!!!

(^screenshot relevant)

I think it's so so fucked up that the meatgrinder incident happened before Morry could prove himself to his parents. I think hearing that information while being a camp counselor at Whispering Rock, I think that was the straw that broke the camel's back, what caused him to become more cold and to start brewing his master plan. If he can't show his family, he'll show them all.

Which brings him to Cal... Caligosto & Morceau's relationship is so so interesting to me, at least from what little we've seen of it in memory vaults. The doctor *hated* psychics, that much was true, but Morry was (assumedly) a paying client. I believe for that reason Cal is able to set that difference aside, especially after hearing the plans for their project. On the other side, I think Morceau saw Cal as one of the only people who saw him as capable, someone who thought he could do great things. And maybe they could do great things together. [looks at the camera knowing the events of the game] That went well didn't it

After the cruel stunt that he pulls, I think Morry has to regain a lot of trust that the Psychonauts had in him(something he didn't know the organization had to begin with), and that includes Milla & Sasha. Morceau always thought that those two talked down so condescendingly toward him.. but I think only after the fact is when he realizes that they were both always genuine, always believed in him. That truth probably eats him alive night after night. He already had it hard before he stole those kids' brains, now he's just dug himself into a deeper trench, lost more than he had.

I don't think the Psychonauts will let him be a camp counselor again for a while. At least not until Sasha & Milla perform a few mental checkups on him, make sure he's alright. Despite everything, those two still care about him, the time they've spent together still matters to them, and I'm sure it matters to Morceau as well.

(-also as a side-hc I think All Paul was his gay awakening. I think we all know that right?)

Cali's parents are a very interesting case, to say the least. There's so little we know about them it's hard to make assumptions. Nonetheless;

Having such a negative response to their son being psychic, there's some part of me that thinks this isn't the first time this has happened in their family's bloodline. A family with "Loboto" as their last names, after all, might not be just a coincidence. And especially considering the father IS a doctor himself, I wonder what could've set him down that career path. It's food for thought, you know?

We can't really know much about what the mother's profession was, but what I think is that she was an artist of some kind. The tiny replica of the house & the flowers painted on it, the little stitched dolls representing the family? If we're to believe that Cal's entire memory vault in RoR is based on her work that he remembers, he must've had a strong relationship with her before she deemed him an unnatural monster. This could also explain why Cal decides to wear a floral pattern shower cap too. It'd be a little sad to know he might still hold love for his parents who treated him like a monster & lobotomized him because of powers he didn't ask for.

(honestly if anyone could add onto this part that'd be great, I have so much trouble coming up with anything for these guys + I HATE them very much, fuck these "parents")

#I would've mentioned Rock & Eagle here too but honestly I think other people have talked about them better than I could #also I hope you guys know I had to type out both this post & the Raz post TWICE #<-because tumblr loooves deleting my progress when I press a wrong button [grips the table] #psychonauts #coach oleander #morceau oleander #dr. loboto #caligosto loboto

[toomuchracket]

this happened to me at my job once and i wish i had a hot boyfriend who could have come to my rescue lol. girly was opening a box of something at her desk and the box cutter slips and she slices her finger open. maybe she’s not too good with blood so she gets a little woozy and passes out (me) the office first aid attendant gets her all sorted and says she should go to a&e to make sure it’s clean and see if it needs stitches and matty right away (who was BESIDE HIMSELF when he found out and was quick to be by your side) is like no question my meetings are cancelled i will take her Right.Now. so he does and it maybe took a couple stitches so then you’re pathetic all night (allowed) and he gets to spend the night kissing it better.

tw: injury, blood, blades, needles

who the fuck is the nominated first aid person at dh btw. god help them. anyway, said first aid person is in the same meeting as matty when your accident happens, and when someone bursts in to say you've had an incident with a box cutter and you need medical help matty is out of his seat and speeding to your side within seconds. and like the cut isn't too deep, but it's bleeding quite a bit through the paper towel you're holding over it and you're looking a little bit wan - matty just embraces you as best he can without moving your sore hand, holding you through your pained little "it hurts" whimpers like "oh sweetheart, shh, it's alright, i've got you, we're going to get you all sorted, it's ok". and you're like to everyone "i'm so so sorry, i don't know what happened, it just slipped and caught the skin", before you hiss at the first aider putting antiseptic on your injury and wrapping gauze over it; matty tucks your face into his chest to stop you crying at the stinging pain (it's always the worst bit!), cooing into your hair while the first aider says "i'd take her to hospital, just to get it checked out", and immediately being like "i'll drive her. we'll reschedule the meetings". at that, you're like "oh my god no i'm so sorry it's fine i'll make my own way", and matty's like "sweetheart, there's no chance i'm letting you do that. let me take care of you". you relent, and let him gather up your things and lead you to the car (you draw the line at him carrying you) so you can get to a&e. at first, you're fine, but as you look at your finger and the reality of the situation hits you, you do get a bit teary and hysterical like "what if i have to have my finger removed? oh my god, i won't be able to do my job! and my nails! they'll look so weird when i get them done. fuck. fuck!"; matty strokes your hair with his free hand like "baby, i love you, i really do, but you're being daft. it's a cut. it's been cleaned. it'll at most need stitches. where did you get notions about amputation from, anyway", and you're like "in a book i got from the library. a girl gets part of her finger cut off", and matty's like "we have got to get you better taste in books" lol. after a lengthy wait and triage session (an unfortunate bit of realism), you see a doctor who confirms that, yes, you need a stitch - during the process, you hide in matty's chest and cry a bit again, and he's like "you're ok, darling, almost done", tentatively kissing your finger once the stitch is in. but like you said, you're a little bit pathetic the rest of the day, tearing up every time you look at your hand; to cheer you up, matty indulges your every whim, getting a takeaway for dinner and watching sex and the city with you as you eat, then showering with you and washing and drying your hair, and (both of your favourite bits) spending literal hours "kissing it better" and making out with you all cosied up in bed. he's very good at taking care of you, and he relishes the chance to do it - if only it hadn't involved you bleeding profusely first, lmao <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #d word matty

[everlastlady]

Hello! Can I ask for a scenario where Striker and the reader are childhood friends? I think it would be nice to see a side of Striker where he knows the reader for a long time and cares for it.

- Crystal ✨️

I had fun writing this that I might make a part 2 because I enjoy scenarios like this so I hope you enjoy!

Striker X Reader: With You.

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Author's Note: Hello! My little imps, powerful overlords, & demonic sinners. Welcome back to another story that I hope you enjoy and that I'll maybe write a part 2 for so if you want a part 2 or enjoyed then please consider liking, commenting, and reblogging. Always support your local community/fandom writers.

Word Count: 2911

Fandoms: Helluva Boss

Characters: Striker.

Striker groans and wakes up. The hybrid Imp sat up in bed, he looked at the time it was 5:30 am which meant it was time to start his job on a farm. After dealing with Stolas and the Imps again then Stella calls him off not to kill Stolas. He didn’t get much work so he decided to make a bit of money by working on a farm which he didn’t mind since he loved animals and hard work. He would only be there for a couple of months so he threw off the gray blanket and got out of his bed. His bags are already packed by his bed and ready to go. Striker got out the outfit he would be wearing to the farm on his first day. He already met with farm owners yesterday, a sweet old couple who needed the help and was willing to pay Striker a lot if he stuck around and helped them. Striker took a shower and ran his fingers through his white hair and stared off. He loved the assassin business a lot and he had his reasons for continuing his work. He just couldn’t help but wonder what if he decided to use all the money he had been saving up and live somewhere far away from everyone, to buy a farm and settle down but no his work wasn’t done. He was going to make sure every royal pays for what they took from him. Striker turned around and shut off the water. He wrapped the fluffy white towel around his waist and brushed his hair. Making a mental note of everything he needed to do. He slides on his boxers and black jeans. He brushed his teeth while scrolling through social media. He wasn't active but used to stalk his victims or people he found interesting. He never really posted, if he did then it was just scenery pictures from Wrath or pictures from bars he would visit. He never posted his face or anything that could lead to him. Striker pulled the long sleeve gray shirt over his head. And sat down on the bed putting on the brown cowboy boots. “ Time to grab some grub and a cup of joe. “ Striker walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge he grabbed two eggs and some bacon. He got started on cooking and brewing some coffee. A big cup of coffee since the drive would be long.

Striker pulled out the chair and sat down eating his breakfast. He would do his best to keep a low profile and just make his money besides working on a farm to help old people shouldn’t be too much trouble. Besides this farm was in the Sloth ring which he heard is the nicest ring in Hell that didn’t have much trouble but had some snobby people there but he would keep his temper in check if he met any of them. Striker finished his breakfast and carried his bags to his truck along with the carry he had his pet snake in. He got Bombproof into his trailer then hooked it to the truck. “ The ride is going to be long so get comfortable fella. “ Striker chuckled and walked back inside making sure all the doors and windows were locked. It’s not like he had to worry since no one really knew where he lived but better safe than sorry. Striker got into his truck and buckled up. “ Alright, let’s do this. “ He started up the truck and drove off, listening to a few rock and country songs while drinking his coffee. He was starting to relax, and was glad he decided to take up some farm work. The last farm job ended with him getting stitches. Striker sang along to a couple of songs while he drove. He did make a few pit stops since he had to piss or he needed a snack. But after the drive he finally made it to the farm in the Sloth ring. ‘Moon Side Farm’ Striker parked his truck and got out. An old lady who looked like a lavender colored sheep walked up. “ Oh, you must be Striker, don’t you look so handsome. “ She said, adjusting her glasses. Striker chuckled and shook her hand then a kiss. “ Thank you ma'am, glad I could be here to help you and your husband. “ Striker would get his bags from the car and walk with the old lady up to the farm. “ Me and Ned are so glad to have two people helping us, I’m sure you and (Y/N) will get along great, by the way my name is Janet. “ She said. Striker smiled and nodded but that name (Y/N) felt so familiar. Striker watched as Janet opened the door and he followed her inside the home.

“ Neddy and (Y/N), Striker is here! “ Janet called out. “ Were in the kitchen Janet, (Y/N) just fixed the sink. “ An older man responded. Janet walked into the kitchen and Striker continued to follow her. “ (Y/N) this is Striker, thank you for fixing the sink. Do you think you could show him to his room? “ Janet asked. Striker watched as the person pulled themselves from up under the sink, but his reactions made him drop his bags, no it couldn’t be this had to be a dream but here you were standing. “ (Y/N)..... “ Striker’s heart was racing like a horse. “ Of course, I don’t mind showing him to his room. “ You said. Motioning for Striker to follow you. He followed behind you and simply couldn’t believe that he saw you. The two of you walked upstairs, Striker was trying to find out how to strike up a conversation with you. What could he say to an old childhood friend, someone he grew up with, would go camping with, and watch the stars with. The person who always had his back and patched him up when he got into fights. Who listened to his dreams about wanting to be a bar owner and farm owner one day. But he thought you died….. He thought you were gone. But here you are standing right here. “ Here we are, Ned and Janet had me clean up the room a bit before you got here. I hope you like it because if not then oh well, but I know you never been one to complain about a room Striker. “ You smirk and turn around. Of course you would remember your old childhood friend. Striker was your first friend when you and your family moved to the Wrath ring. You enjoyed all the mischief and adventures that you and Striker would get into. How he would punch out any guy that harassed you or helped you with your farm work. Not to mention he was your first kiss when you two went to that party in your teen years.

You also wanted to help him with his dream since you did have feelings for him. But then that fire happened and you ended up so hurt that you were in a coma for a couple of years. When you woke up, you found out that your family was dead. That some of your friends were either dead or moved on with their lives. You tried to find Striker but there was no trace of him. So you gave up and fell into a depression. Until you met Janet who was shopping and almost got robbed, you had beat down the fucker who tried to rob her and then helped her put the bags in her car. She thanked you and offered you a meal which you agreed because you were tired of eating out of the trash. Janet and Ned welcomed you into their home and you told them about your situation and why you had a prosthetic arm. The two felt bad and offered to stay with them if you helped out of the farm so you agreed and ever since then. They were like an aunt and uncle to you. “ So where have you been? I missed you, I thought you died. “ You said, frowning. “ I thought you died too. “ Striker said, walking towards you and cupping your face. '' I was devastated when I thought I lost you along with everyone else. “Striker said, stroking your cheek. “ Where have you been ? “ He placed his forehead on yours. “ I was in a coma for a couple of years, and I started working here with Ned and Janet. They have been treating me nice. “ You smiled. As Striker lifted your arm and stared at the prosthetic. “ This is from those royal blue bloods who tried to run us out of our part of Wrath to build their stupid homes for only the upper class to afford, isn’t it? “ He said, with a cold tone. You nodded your head and watched as Striker examined your arm while he let out a hiss and a rattle. Those sounds brought back memories of how angry he would get whenever people made fun of him for being a hybrid or when someone messed with you. “ Yes, Mammom’s company donated it to me. “ You said. “ But I don’t want to talk about where you've been and what have you been up to? “ You said, stepping into the room and Striker picked up his bags and followed you. Wondering if he should tell you, but he didn’t want to keep you in the dark.

Striker closed the door and walked up close as he whispered. “ I’m an assassin now, I kill demon royalty or any rich bastards for a lot of money. I plan on using that money to buy a lot of land somewhere in Wrath and start a new life but also I want the upper class to suffer for what they did to us and how they treat imps like us. “ Striker said, looking at you. “ Oh, wow that job sounds exciting and dangerous. “ You chuckled but now understood why you haven’t seen him since he got out of the hospital. “ Yeah, I've been trying to kill this one Goetic prince but his annoying ass wife told me not to kill them now because they need his money or whatever. “ Striker crossed his arms still annoyed, this made you chuckle and shake your head. Still the same stubborn boy you grew up with. “ I’m surprised that you listened. You usually rebel against people who tell you what to do but I guess if she wants you to wait. Then it will be worth it, right? “ You tossed his bags on the bed. “ She said that she’ll triple what she is paying me so yeah I guess it’s worth it. “ Striker chuckled and looked at you. “ So how much do they pay you? “ Striker asked. He didn’t want to stay that long and steal any money that you had already been earning before he took this side job. “ $20.45 it’s good payment for me. I also get food and a nice room. Ned also gave me his truck as a birthday gift. “ You said, leaning against the desk. “ Oh! So that’s your beat up truck out there. “ Striker smirked and had a tease in his voice. “ Hey! I’m getting it worked on and trying to work on it. “ You said, crossing your arms with a pout. Striker always adored that little pout of yours, how your cheeks puffed out a bit, the way your (e/c) eyes looked at him, and how you crossed your arms over your chest.” How about I fix it up for ya darlin’ ?” Striker ruffles your hair as you look at him. Striker always fixed things for you when you both were younger whether it was your toys or bike. “ If you teach me how to do it then we have a deal. “ You stuck out your hand. Striker chuckled and shook your hand. “ We can start on that tomorrow. “ He said. “ Alright! Well I’ll let you get settled in and I’ll go put your horse in the stables. “ You were going to walk away but Striker grabbed your hand and looked at you. “ Hey (Y/N)..... I missed you. “ He said, looking like he was about to cry. “ I missed you too Striker. “ You said, smiling. The two of you hug each other, holding each other close like the other would vanish again.

Striker would make sure that he would stick around so that he could catch up with you. So when you left so he could unpack. Striker was quick to put away his things as he thought about the things he would tell you about and the things that your life has been. Striker walked out of the room and smelled something delicious, he walked downstairs and stepped back into the kitchen. Where he saw that you were cooking spaghetti. Striker’s stomach growling made you turn around and laugh. “ I think someone is hungry, do you still know how to make the garlic bread your mom used to make ? “ You asked. Striker nodded and walked over as you let him take over what you set out for the garlic bread. Striker stood next to you while making the garlic bread. He forgot how beautiful you are and how lovely you look when you are working hard. Striker wasn’t sure of his feelings for you when you guys were teens because he did want to date you but he didn’t want to make your friendship awkward. You also weren’t ready to date so the fear of rejection always plagued his mind. So after he assumed that you were dead; he never dated anyone, always turning down any woman or man that approached him or kicking them back when they wouldn’t respect his space. “ You dating anyone? “ Striker asked, his breath shaking a bit since he was scared of how you would answer or respond. “ No, I haven’t dated since I got out of the hospital. Besides, most people who hit on me are weirdos. I’m waiting for the right person though someone I feel safe around and that I can be myself around. “ You mixed the sauce around. You could be yourself around me and I’ll protect you from any bitch or asshole who tries to touch you, Striker thought to himself. “ What about you, are you dating anyone? “ You asked. “ No, I haven't met the right person besides most people in Wrath aren’t really my type. “ He said, but you were always his type, someone who could handle themselves but also someone who took it easy. You and Striker continued to cook while you both thought to yourself about how you felt for each other but neither of you knew how to confess. Once dinner was ready everyone sat down at the table. You listened to Striker tell his story to Janet and Ned about his life growing up on the farm and dangerous situations he had been in.

After dinner you and Janet cleaned up. Striker stepped in to do the rest which gave you time to go shower and brush your teeth. You took a nice warm shower. You stepped out of the shower and dried off. You wrapped the towel around your body and brushed your teeth, you were excited that Striker would be teaching you how to fix up your truck and the two of you would bond all over again doing farm work like when you were kids. You stepped out of the bathroom as your bedroom door opened. “ Hey (Y/N), Janet said that slice of apple pie in there is yours wanna share it? “ Striker stopped in his tracks seeing you wrapped in just your towel; this caused him to blush and look away. You stood there blushing as well and froze up. “ I~I’m sorry darlin’, I sh~should have knocked. “ He said, as he bit his lip. “ I~It’s okay, y~yeah you can have the pie. “ You said, while holding onto your towel so it wouldn’t drop. Striker was about to leave until he sighed and stopped in his tracks. It was better to say it now since both of you would be together on this farm working. “ (Y/N), I love you. I always have since we were kids, it’s why I didn’t date and it’s the reason I tried to look for you after the accident. I didn’t date anyone after I couldn’t find you because I thought no one would match up to how wonderful of a demon you are. “ Striker walk up to you. “ Striker. “ You said, in a soft tone. Striker placed his hand on your cheek and brushed your bottom lip with his thumb. “ Do you feel the same way? “ He asked. “ Y~Yes I feel the same way Striker. “ You enjoyed his touch as it set shivers and small heat waves through your body. Striker leans and kisses you, sending sparks throughout both your bodies. The two of you stood there kissing, your tongues dancing in each other's mouth. Striker picked you up and walked over to close the door. And they carried you over to the bed where the two of you made out on the bed. After an hour you both pulled away the string of saliva connecting between your bottom lip and his. “ I think I’m going to like working with you here~ “ Striker looked down at you and smirked.

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[beth--b]

match made in heaven

Steve gasped as Eddie poured rubbing alcohol over the bat bites that littered his torso. The biggest were still sluggishly bleeding, several smaller bites already clotting.

"You need something to bite down on Stevie?" Eddie asked, eyebrow raised at the younger man.

Steve muttered something that sounded an awful lot like 'I'll bite you' which made Eddie snort,  triggering a laugh from Steve that quickly became a pained groan.

"Alright that's enough lip outta you."

Eddie waited for Steve to settle back onto the bed then pulled the first aid kit. Steve had never been more grateful of the fact that after the second time around with the Upside Down he had made sure to buy the best first aid kit he could get his hands on. To his credit, Eddie only hesitated a moment before opening the suture kit.

"You sure about this?" Eddie asked, gesturing vaguely at Steve then back to the suture kit. "I won't be offended if you would rather I get Robin, or maybe Wheeler?"

Steve just shook his head, "Robin would puke or pass out. Nancy…well I just don't really want to go there. If you can't though-"

"No no, it's fine, it's fine. It's just this is gonna hurt a whole lot sweetheart, and you know these are gonna scar."

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Steve just nods, tries to take deep breaths. The adrenaline that kept him moving until they made it back to his house had well and truly worn off, leaving him hurting and shaking. He had the vague notion that he may be going into shock.

Eddie seemed to realise this too, his eyes growing wide for a moment before he seemingly steadied himself. Pulling a throw blanket from the bottom of the bed, he covered Steve as much as he could then went to wash his hands again. 

Steve lost time while Eddie stitched the two worst bites, one on each side of him. He tried to focus on anything else but he had been dragged under the lake to the Upside Down, almost been eaten, then spent hours running for his life. If a few tears escaped his closed lids neither he nor Eddie were going to mention it.

Eventually Eddie finished. He put gauze on the wounds, helped Steve sit up enough to wrap bandages around him, then helped lower Steve back to the bed. Steve was shaking again and Eddie silently pulled the blanket back up, tucking it under his chin.

Steve may have fallen asleep, or he might have finally passed out, he really couldn't have said. He had a vague impression of a hand running through his grimy, sweaty hair though as he passed into true unconsciousness.

Xxx

Steve woke in pain but at least feeling a little less wrecked and Robin was there. She helped him to the bathroom and stayed outside, rambling about something while he showered. He wanted to stay there forever. Knew they had a job to do though So after letting the hot water run down his battered body until he ached a little less, he quickly washed away the dust and blood and got out of the shower. Let himself lean on Robin to get downstairs, followed her to the living room where everyone else was camped out, planning.

He was a little surprised, but not unpleasantly so, when Eddie joined him on the couch. 

"Doing alright there Stevie?" he asked, leaning in close, voice low.

Steve felt his heart skip a beat at 'Stevie' falling from Eddie's lips, quickly brushed it off and nodded, "Yeah, yeah thanks man for putting me back together. I'm sure that's not what you expected to be doing today.

Eddie threw his head back and laughed, "Come on, like I expected to be doing any of this shit."

"Very true. If it's any consolation I wish you hadn't been dragged into all of this."

"Well nothing to do about it now. let's just take this asshole out and get our lives back yeah? Gotta keep Max and all my little sheep safe after all."

"I suppose so. Still, thank you."

Eddie reached out and squeezed Steve's knee for a moment before pulling away, turning his attention back to the plan being hatched around them.

Xxx

When they had gone back to the Upside Down, to face Vecna and try to end things. Steve had a bad feeling. He didn't like that they were split up. He knew Nancy, Robin and himself needed to be the ones going after Vecna. Eddie had been through enough, Dustin wouldn't stay behind and Steve would rather he be with Eddie than have Henderson pull some stupid stunt like following Steve to this hellish version of the Creel house. But he was worried. He was terrified of the fact that Max, Lucas and Erica were essentially alone in a town that was on a manhunt for not just Eddie, but anyone linked to Hellfire. They needed to move fast.

Things didn't go according to plan, but Vecna was certainly very fucking hurt, if not gone. Steve grabbed Robin and Nancy and hauled them along behind him, getting out of the house, back to Dustin, to Eddie, back to Hawkins and the kids at their worlds version of this tainted house.

Then Dustin holding Eddie's lifeless body, blood, so much more blood than should be outside of someone's body. It needed to be inside. He couldn't lose Eddie, he was just getting to know him, to like him. Was pretty sure there was a spark of something between them but there'd been no chance to explore it.

He pulled Dustin away and into Robin's arms. Blocked everything else out and used the skills he had learnt as part of the swim team to begin CPR. He directed Nancy to apply pressure to the worst wounds on Eddie's torso and got to work.

When Eddie took a breath, Steve almost sobbed with relief. He couldn't let himself though, had to move fast.

With Nancy's help and probably a lot of adrenaline and ignoring his own, probably turn sutures, they get Eddie through the gate. 

Everything after that is a blur.

They get to the hospital, Nancy goes to leave and check the kids only for them to arrive in an ambulance. Lucas is beat to hell, Max has what appears to be a broken leg, though Erica at least seems largely unharmed.

There are people asking questions and Steve starts to panic. Eddie is a murder suspect. Did Steve save him only for him to end up going to prison?

Finally a face he recognises. The doctor from Hawkins lab, Owens? Steve just hoped he knew what was happening, knew Eddie was innocent.

He must have known something because soon they had all been gathered into a different waiting room and the Hawkins lab doctor, Owens, yes he said that was his name, was giving them an update. 

Max had broken her leg in two places, was in surgery. She would have pins in her leg while it healed and had several months of recovery ahead of her but would be fine eventually.

Eddie was in surgery to repair the damage caused by the bats. He had needed a blood transfusion, wounds needed stitching. He wasn't out of the woods yet though.

Apparently El had been with Owens getting her powers back. She had taken off, but clearly whatever they'd done worked and she was helping them somehow during the fight with Vecna.

Steve was finding it harder to concentrate. He knew he was sitting, but he had a feeling he was going to fall anyway. He reached for Robin in the chair beside him and she turned to him, brows furrowed in concern.

"Steve?" she asked softly.

Steve just shook his head. He was definitely going to fall.

"Rob 'm I fallin'?" Steve asked, vision whiting out. He heard a muffled yelp from beside him and then all went dark.

Xxx

When Steve woke the first thing he heard was beeping. 

After long minutes laying still and listening to the rhythmic beep he finally cracked his eyes open, closing them immediately and hissing in pain at the bright overhead lights. He brought a hand up over his face with a groan and felt a twinge of pain as something in his hand tugged. 

"Stop moving dingus," Robin said, grabbing his hand and carefully lowering it back to the bed.

"Rob?" he tried to ask, voice hoarse and cracking. He forced his eyes open to look at her, needed to see her face.

She understood anyway. Of course she did. She knew just what he was trying to ask even as the questions went unspoken.

"They're ok Steve. You are all here on the same ward, courtesy of secret government agencies, and the only people who are here know the truth already. Max is out of surgery, everything went well. Eddie too. It was touch and go for him for a little while there but he's good. He even woke up for a few minutes before, he's back asleep now but that's normal apparently after severe blood loss. When you are up to it you can see them both, just a curtain away," she indicated the currently closed curtain beside his bed.

She rambled a little longer, explaining more about how Jason had gone after Lucas and Max at the Creel house, how there had been a minor earthquake in Hawkins when all the shit had gone down in the Upside Down. Jason had been knocked out and the kids had escaped, managed to call for help.

It seemed he had passed out, his bites had gotten infected, stitches popped when he was helping to get Eddie out so he'd also been losing blood. Apparently infection, blood loss and exhaustion we're not a good combination. He had slept all night plus half the day and the IV in his hand was pumping him full of antibiotics and fluids.

As Robin spoke she had helped him sip some water, he didn't need the fluid but his mouth was so dry he had never enjoyed a cup of water more. It didn't take long before he felt his eyes slipping closed again.

Robin pressed a kiss to his forehead and told him to rest. He couldn't have done anything else even if he had tried.

Xxx

The next time Steve woke up the room was only dimly lit and Robin was gone. 

He felt tired, but not as fuzzy and weak as he had earlier. Antibiotics must be working.

He sat up slowly, pressing a hand to his aching midsection as everything pulled and hurt. He stifled a pained whimper, not wanting to bother anyone else who may be sleeping.

"Easy there Stevie," came Eddie's voice, barely above a whisper.

Steve hadn't even registered that the previously closed curtain was now open. He turned too quickly to meet Eddie's gaze and groaned in pain, action aborted as he slowed until he could turn with minimal pain.

When he finally felt able to, he looked Eddie over, most of the metalhead was covered in blankets but he could see his normally animated face, now calm and pale. His brown eyes though were warm and alive. He was alive. 

Steve tried to reach out, to touch, but only caused himself pain.

"Settle Steve. I'm right here. Max is over the other side of the room. We all made it. Well maybe some of me got left behind in the bellies of the beasts," Eddie paused and Steve groaned at the terrible line, "But here we are. Thank you Steve. Robin told me you saved me. So thank you." 

Eddie seemed on the verge of falling asleep again, Steve just nodded at his thanks, he wasn't good at accepting thanks.

"Hey Eddie?" Steve asked softly, unsure if he'd even get a response.

A mumbled 'hmm?' came from the other bed.

"You know, those bites are gonna scar."

Even half asleep Eddie seemed to follow Steve's train of thought.

"We're gonna match," he mumbled, sounding pleased though exhausted.

"Yeah, we're gonna match," Steve replied, the hint of a smile on his lips.

He watched Eddie until he was sure he was asleep, only then did he close his own eyes and allow himself to rest. 

He wasn't sure where things would end up with Eddie, but at least now he'd be able to find out

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