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mystery-star · 1 year

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Whumpril 2023 - Day 3 | Knife to Throat

Pairing: Ben Wade x reader (gender neutral)

Words: 709

Warnings: allusion to abduction, mentions of death

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Trips to town were the best. It was when you’d get away from the gang life and met other people to find out what had been going on the past weeks. Of course for Ben they weren’t always as fun because being wanted he had to make sure no one spotted him or be ready to flee if that happened. But still you were glad that he came with you so you could enjoy the day together with your husband. Of course you weren’t going for long walks in all the areas but to do some shopping or having a meal or drink together.

Today you had just left the little restaurant of the hotel and were on your way back to your horses to leave when you suddenly felt someone grab you from behind. Just as you wanted to let out a scream a hand came over your mouth and you felt a knife against your throat. You winced in fear and tried to glance to Ben, knowing he’d be helping you any second now but you saw that he was in the same situation.

“Well, would you look at who we got here” the man behind Ben spoke “This is paying out really well”

“Let’s see if you think the same way in a few minutes” there was a smirk on his face and you only hoped he had a plan.

“Now you hand over all your valuables”

“How do you plan to get ‘em if you’re holding us, huh?” something bumped into you and a third man was now suddenly in front of you

“I’ll take care of that”

“Oh well, I could have realized there’s a third idiot around” you threw a glance at your husband, silently begging him to cut the comments or they might get you into further trouble. Hoping it would appease your attackers you started rummaging your pockets for money.

“Looks like at least one of you’s clever” the man in front of you sneered as he snatched your purse away and inspected it. Then he expectantly turned to Ben.

“If you’re gonna rob me, you better do it correctly and do rob me. I ain’t giving anything to you”

“Ben” you hissed and winced when the guy kneed him in the stomach. But at least he then searched your husband and took away his valuables and even the gun.

“Oh now you’ve done it”

“We’d be mad to leave you this” he took out the Hand of God and examined it. Ben only smirked

“You do know the gun’s cursed, right?” oh my he just never shut up… the man pointed the gun at Ben

“I suggest you better shut up and you might get out of this alive”

“You don’t have any good reason to kill me. If you had a quarrel with me you’d have long said something. And I doubt you could get a bounty for me without being arrested yourself”

“No but I might just kill you because I want you. You and your friend here” while he appeared calm and unbothered on the outside, you knew your husband was furious that they threatened you like this.

“Alright, let’s go” the one behind you said and gave you a nudge before starting to walk backwards

“What are you doing?”

“Just an insurance you’re not getting any ideas, Wade”

“If you hurt…”

“We get it. It’s all up to you. We do nothing if you do nothing” you heard him growl but he remained calm “Now you just keep on walking to your horse and ride away and no one gets hurt here” Ben was released and he threw a short glance at you and again you silently begged him to not do something stupid and finally he turned back around and walked away towards the horses. You let out a breath of relief

“Don’t you worry. We’ll let you go in a couple minutes once we know he’s gone for sure” you frowned because there was no guarantee Ben would continue riding once he was out of side but you didn’t need to tell them that. All that counted was that you got away. If they even planned to let you go in the first place…

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zepskies · 3 months

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In the Dark

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x F. Reader

Summary: You and Ben have tackled the insurmountable together, but no one said the recovery would be easy.

AN: Another story for the BMD-verse! This was requested by @sl33pylilbunny. It’s set in the six-month time gap after Part 17 and before the Epilogue of Break Me Down.

Word Count: 1,500 Tags/Warnings: Angst, traumatic memories, hurt/comfort and feels.

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The building was falling apart.

You couldn’t remember why, but you were deep in a labyrinth. The only way out was further down, into what felt like an immense basement, wading through debris and pieces of the ceiling threatening to crush you at every turn.

You hadn’t stopped running and your lungs were on fire. Your heartbeat was loud in your ears. You had an iron grip on your friend’s wrist, so you wouldn’t lose her or her son in the chaos.

“Keep going,” you told them. “We’re getting out.”

A hand on your shoulder stopped you from moving forward.

And three shots rang out. You ducked and took your friend down with you, but you choked on a gasp when you looked back…

You woke with a sharp inhale.

Your eyes blinked wide and bleary in a pitch black room. You couldn’t see, but you could still hear your wild heartbeat echoing between your ears.

The more you blinked, the more your eyes adjusted. You could make out the familiarity of your bedroom. While you tried to calm your breathing, you turned onto your side, slowly.

You found Ben, asleep.

His mouth was parted as he breathed. His hair had fallen over his brows in sleep. You almost smiled…but you weren’t quite able to.

You carefully brushed the stray locks away from his forehead. Then you slid out of bed so you wouldn’t disturb him.

This had become your habit over the past couple of weeks since moving into this new apartment. You loved it, but it was hard for you to stay comfortable at night.

Though I don’t think that’s the apartment’s fault, you thought wryly. No, it was just your fucked mental health.

Shaking your head at yourself, you went down to the kitchen and made yourself some chamomile tea. That was Step 1.

Step 2 was sitting on the couch with your laptop and your headphones. You kept yourself up with YouTube videos and answering work emails. By now, they knew not to ask why you were sending them at three in the morning.

This time, however, you made a mistake.

Instead of going back to bed and lying awake for another hour until your alarm went off…you fell asleep on the couch.

You must’ve been more exhausted than you thought.

The next time you woke, it was to the odd sensation of floating. Or rather, being carried. You blinked up at Ben, whose brows were already furrowed.

“Hey,” you said, a bit sheepishly.

He didn’t answer you, nor did he set you down until he’d walked you back into the bedroom and laid you down on your side of the bed. It was still dark in the room, which meant you couldn’t have been asleep for more than an hour or so.

Ben slipped back into bed, and you turned toward him under the covers.

You felt bad about waking him up. He had his own bouts of insomnia, but it had been starting to get better, ever since you two moved in together permanently a couple of months ago.

You scooted closer to him, resting your head against his shoulder when he shifted onto his back. His arm came down around your waist, a comfortable weight that made you feel more secure.

“When was the last time you slept through the night?” he asked.

You breathed in deeply…and you let it out.

“I don’t know,” you replied.

He paused for a moment. Then he hummed in understanding. His hand moved slowly up and down your back.

You closed your eyes, but he still fell back asleep before you did.

Both of you had to work in the morning. Ben watched you out of the corner of his eye as you got ready for the day.

He’d been waiting for you to come to him with whatever was on your mind, but you were keeping it to yourself. He didn’t push you. You were smart, and whatever you needed to work out, he would let you deal with it your way, as you so often did.

It didn’t seem to affect how you did your job. At Supe Affairs, no one was the wiser. They didn’t know about the concealer covering the bags under your eyes, or that you were adding a couple shots of espresso to your usual latte every morning.

No, the fun came long after your day was done. After you had showered and dressed for bed, with a silent undercurrent of anxiety hovering in the back of your mind.

Another night, another pain in your ass.

You kept your eyes open for as long as you could, but at 2:00 a.m., you couldn’t take it anymore.

The darkness claimed you.

Three shots rang out. You ducked and took Yvette with you, but you choked on a gasp when you looked back…

Jon, your father, had a gloved fist punched through his chest cavity.

You watched with wide eyes as Black Noir revoked his arm from your father’s body with a wet, horrific sound. You gasped when Jon fell to his knees.

But to your shock, the supe glanced right past you, Yvette, and Devon. His pale gray eyes focused on only the men in the room. He then strode forward and began picking them off one by one.

You shakily pointed out a large aisle of A-Train merchandise for your friend to hide behind. Yvette pulled her son in that direction, while you went to your father where he laid on the ground.

With difficulty, you rolled him onto his back. You then laid a hand on his shoulder, while the other hovered over his chest. Blood pooled through the gaping chasm in his Vought-issued black jacket.

Your lower lip trembled, and you realized then that you were crying as he struggled for breath. Even after everything he’d done to you—to your family—it still hurt you to see him like this…to know that he was dying.

And there was no time. Not to save him, or for resolution…

“Dad,” you tried, but he stopped you. His brows were furrowed with pain, but he gripped your wrist tight.

“Run,” he said. He held on for a moment or two longer, but when the light faded from his eyes, you closed yours.

Your eyes wrenched open when a hand gripped your throat.

It was Black Noir, brandishing a katana between your eyes.

“…ake up.”

Words that just barely registered as you sucked in shallow breaths.

A solid pair of arms were caging you, and you instinctively fought the hold, uttering a whimper.

“Hey,” he said firmly. “It’s me.”

You gasped and finally found Ben’s face in the dark of the room. You heaved for breath as you stared up at him.

Despite your relief, tears brimmed in your eyes. Your grip tightened on his arms as your lips trembled. You opened your mouth to speak, but all that came out was a sob.

Ben slid onto his side instead of looming above you. He guided you more securely into his arms, and you let yourself rest against his chest. You buried your face there and wept.

His fingers sorted through your hair as he tried to calm you.

“I’ve got you,” he rumbled.

Your body was exhausted. Your chest was filled with anxiety, the remnants of fear, and frustration at yourself, that you couldn’t just get over this.

But you felt his lips at the crown of your head. The sound of his steady heartbeat beneath your cheek drowned out the sound of your rapid one, and it served to steady you too. Your hand splayed against his chest, connecting you with his warm skin.

You began to calm in his arms.

“I see my father die every night,” you whispered.

Finally, you admitted the things you hadn’t been able to for weeks.

“Black Noir, Vought crumbling, trying to find you,” you said, even though your voice was shaking. “Everything, all over again…except I never make it out.”

Ben let out a deep sigh. He nodded, his lips still brushing against your forehead.

“It’s just a dream,” he said.

You shook your head. “No, it’s not.”

He could concede to that. He didn’t know what else to say to you though. All he could think to do was hold you a bit tighter.

“It’ll fade,” he said eventually. “Give it time.”

You squeezed your eyes shut. A few tears fell through, but he brushed those away from your cheek.

When you were able to look up at him again, you asked him, “Has it all faded for you?”

Part of you already knew what he might say. As a result, you expected the way he hesitated.

“You know the answer to that,” he said. His fingers continued to sift through your hair, and you breathed easier at the pleasant sensation.

“They’re like battle wounds,” he continued. “They’ll just become scars.”

That wasn’t anything new for you, he knew. You’d had scars long before he met you.

You seemed to let his words sink in though. You nodded and pressed a kiss to his chest; a wordless thank you.

“Close your eyes,” he said, low and steady.

You hesitated, but you did as he said. You closed your eyes.

And when your breathing gentled into the deep calm of sleep, Ben allowed himself to try and do the same.

AN: And there we have it. Short and angsty lol. But I can't write angst without a little hurt/comfort. 💚💚

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nymphie66 · 6 months

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"God Bless America"

Part Two

Part Three

Author's notes: This is my first fic on this blog, so wish me luck.

Soldier boy x f!reader; Warnings: Dark fic, we're ignoring the roe v wade turnover, mentions of abortion, mentions of sex, mentions of cheating.

Description: You fall pregnant with your team member (boyfriend) Soldier Boy's baby. He's obsessed with you and would love nothing more than to lock you down in a suburban home. Unfortunately, you're a modern woman and fed up of his whoring ways - and a supe at that. So instead of panicking when that test comes back positive you decide to remind Ben of what freedom America has granted you

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Five times he had called you, and five times you had hung up on him. The wind was blowing in your hair as you drove down the highway, pop tunes blasting as you sang your wretched little heart out to them. You drove a classic open-top chevy, something that only Vought money could buy, the only upside to them exploiting your powers. The positive pregnancy test was stuffed in your bag, and you smiled as you remembered taking a picture of it and sending it off. It had been 36 hours since you went MIA, though Vought didn't really care, they knew a certain someone would sort you out.

That certain someone was desperately trying to get ahold of you, after receiving the picture of your positive pregnancy test and the words "guess you'll have to break it to your whores that you are more fertile than you think"

The other women meant nothing, Ben had assured you, simple blips in his dedication to you. You understood, to begin with, that he was a man with a large appetite, and you didn't mind. Your relationship had blossomed on this mutual understanding, that each had insatiable desires that sometimes required external satisfiers. That was until a few months in when Ben had restricted that understanding. Asked you to be his and only his. Which you complied with, as long as he did the same. And he did- or at least he swore he did. And you believed him, because who wouldn't believe America's golden boy?

You were happy, genuinely happy. Lost in the belief of love and adoration until you called Ben's hotel room and another woman picked up. Though after her voice all you could hear was your beloved's harsh scolding of her for picking up and the sound of a body flying across the room. That's when you knew, when the belief broke, and to think you had the test right there in your hands, that you were daresay excited over your next chapter with him.

He had always told you, how good you would look with his baby, how nobody else was worthy of carrying his child. You used protection, even if he didn't and were never worried that his lustful promises would come true. But then they did, nothing is perfect after all.

You threw the phone across the room, your abilities causing it to smash through the bedroom wall and then the next one. A heart once filled with joy and love suddenly soured into hate and revenge.

That's when you sent the picture and the message, and quickly hopped into your car, speeding down the highway, screaming to whatever heartbreak anthem was playing, your phone incessantly ringing.

Eventually, after perhaps the tenth ring, you decided to pick up, and in a sickly sweet - yet slightly psychotic, voice you answered him.

"Hello, Ben, Honey, whatever is the matter?'

"Are you fucking out of your mind woman!? Why the hell weren't you picking up!?" He was pissed off and that only widened your smile.

"So sorry honey, I was just preoccupied, you know its not safe to use a phone whilst driving."

"Well you better be driving your ass over here, we have much to fucking talk about."

"I would hate to third wheel though, I mean it wouldn't be fair to- ha! do you even know her name?" There was a silence which confirmed your suspicions, at least he had maintained that they meant nothing to him. "Anyway, I have to go I'm almost at the clinic."

"Clinic? You're going to get a scan? I want to be there I want to-"

"A scan?" You laughed cruelly, eyes on the road as you overtook various civilians. "No, no Ben, I'm getting an abortion, honey."

"The fuck you are that is my child-"

"And my body! Isn't it amazing what women can do in the modern age? As much as you can whore out your body to any woman with a pulse, I can get mine sorted out by a lovely doctor with a warm smile." You wish you could be there to see his face, as his world crashed down around him just as yours had moments ago. You knew how badly he wanted a child, how badly he wanted a child with you, and you could take that all away from him. "Just a simple procedure and our chemical mishap can be erased. God bless America."

"If you even fucking step foot in that goddamn clinic I will make you regret the moment you ever even fucking spoke those fucking words to me." Ben threatened down the phone and you felt a chill go down your spine, he was more serious than you were. But the enjoyment you got from tormenting him, from hurting him like he had hurt you outweighed any form of sense and you decided to take it a step further.

"Ben you're so right. I won't step foot into a clinic I swear." You put an extra essence of dumb innocence into your words that continued into your next sentence, ignorant of Ben's sigh of relief over the phone. "I'll just go to another man's bed - a real man's, and have him fuck that baby out of me.``

You heard a crushing noise before the line went dead, and you laughed happily. In reality, you had no idea what you were going to do with the foetus, but you knew that first, you had to get a check on your health. Who knew what you and Ben had created, hopefully, nothing like homelander but you wanted to check. Which was what brought you to a nondescript hospital, in an average town, and checked in under the boring cover name Vought had given you for such a scenario - that of needing medical attention whilst laying low.

The lovely doctor with the predicted warm smile told you everything was fine and that you were 12 weeks along, close out of the danger zone but not too far gone that certain options were ruled out. You could do whatever you wanted.

You thanked her and as you gathered your belongings, you couldn't help but put a hand to your abdomen. The thought of life inside you wasn't as repulsive as previously thought, in fact, the more you thought about it the more you assured yourself that you could handle a baby, Ben's involvement or not. You were going to keep the child - but he didn't know that.

Which is why when you left the hospital, you felt a sudden arm around your waist and cuffs placed on your wrists - power subduing ones, and you were quickly shoved into the back of the van. The encounter lasting no more than 20 seconds.

When you managed to look up at your assailant you weren't surprised to see him, Ben. His hair was ragged, his suit had evidently been hastily put on and his eyes were wild. It was one of the few times you actually found yourself scared of him.

You scampered to the back of the van, until your back hit its cool metal walls and there was nowhere else to go. Ben chuckled, darkly as he approached you, a lopsided grin on his face.

"I knew you wouldn't baby, I knew it." He said though it was more reassurance to himself than anything. You looked up at him with a fury, unwilling to submit to his arrogance.

"I still can Ben-" Your words were quickly cut off by his gloved grip around your neck as he hoisted you upwards towards him. You choked and pried at his hand, but it was no use. He was much, much stronger than you.

"It's cute that you think you have the privilege of free will in this situation." He laughed and he relaxed his grip on your neck, not enough for you to be comfortable but enough that his grip would still leave a mark. He jerked you closer towards him, your foreheads resting against each other. "I know I've been bad, baby, I do. And I'm sorry - you hear that? I'm fucking sorry. But I'm here now. Here for you, and for them."

With that, he placed his free hand on your stomach and looked down as he did it. A genuine smile on his face. You continued to struggle but you really were no match for him, not when you were like this. He looked at you and you tried not to recoil at his evident pride and satisfaction that he had you, right where he wanted you.

"We're going to have a happy family, baby. Just you wait."

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star-girl69 · 11 months

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Ultraviolence

Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader

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a/n: sorry for the late chapter!! i wrote this once before and then my phone died before i could save it 😭 but i’m back! and i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: injury, blood, swearing, crying, coach ben mental breakdown…. tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Eight - Ever Since the Lake

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Being happy is a foreign feeling.

After the plane crash, after a thousand deaths and a thousand cuts, the feeling of a smile winding its way onto your face is different. Like you’ve forgotten how to.

The sand under your feet is warm, like a fluffy blanket, and it kicks up and flies all around your feet as you run down.

The other girls start kicking off their pants mid-run, belt buckles clinging, shoes mismatched and tossed around.

Maybe you should be looking for food right now, for a place to sleep tonight, but the allure of the refreshing water is too much, and this place is so safe- what could ever hurt you here? Nothing bad dwells in these waters, nothing but small fish and plants and just the feeling of floating in the water and being free.

It takes you a moment longer to get undressed then everyone else, carefully trying to lift your shirt above the bandages still wrapped on your face.

Van reaches the water first, slowing down the deeper she gets, until she abandons the pursuit and dives right in, surfacing to shout encouragement to the other hesitant girls.

“It feels fucking great!” she shouts, her hands in the air, red hair falling all around her like a small fire.

In your heart, something burns as you wade into the water, even through the cold rush, something that first makes your stomach twist in nerves.

You’re just happy. And your heart is too.

The water is filled with laughing and splashing, and you try to think back to the last time you were this relieved, this happy- but nothing comes to mind. Not in a place like this, where there’s so much newness, and you mind can only focus on cooling off in the cold water.

Travis splashes one of the girls, Mari, and she laughs and tries to splash him back- but he’s already diving out into the water. You feel awkward with your one-size too small bra, courtesy of your mother, and the t-shirt bandages around your face, but you take in a deep breath.

The water gets into your lungs, making you feel young and restless.

“Is Travis actually… hot?” Jackie asks, crossing her arms. Natalie scoffs and crosses her arms.

“It’s been three days. You guys can’t be that desperate, can you?” her words are accompanied by a light smile, but the undertone of her words hits hard in your gut.

In a place like this- it really sucks to be alone.

But, this is the lake, and nothing back can happen here, so you lean down and cup some into your hands, splashing it onto your chest, letting the water wash away the dirt and sweat from the hike, from the crash.

“Is it not fucking cold?” Jackie asks, and you only smile at her, leaning down as if you’re gonna splash her, and she yelps and hides behind Mari. You laugh, and carefully, to avoid your wound, run some water off the back of your head, letting it drip down your shoulders.

And while you do it, you can feels someone’s eyes on you.

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By now, most of the girls have cooled off and gotten clean, and are using the lake like a private pool. Maybe if they close their eyes, they can imagine some grand resort.

But you don’t even need to close your eyes. Anything is better than being near that plane.

You’re sitting against a piece of driftwood, left by the tide, your head tilted back, listening to the sounds of girls playing chicken fight. A loud splash and someone’s fallen, so you smile.

“This seat taken?” Natalie asked, looking at the spot next to you from where she stood, white t-shirt, and small smile on her features.

“Uh-huh,” you say, shaking your head. She sits down, cross-legged next to you, looking out onto the lake. You swing your legs over and join her sitting up from on your back.

Sometimes you feel too young to hold onto moments like these. Like soon, your life will keep moving, and there will be so much to remember- the simple, happy moments like this will fade away. Only to be conjured by a specific feeling, a certain smell, a feel to the air that only this place and this moment could match perfectly.

“You don’t like the water?” you ask, eyeing her almost dry clothes.

“It’s too cold for me.” She looks out on the water, towards another round of chicken fight. Van topples over with another girl on her shoulders, and you both chuckle, before she looks back to you. “How’s your cut?”

“Oh, better,” you mumble, feeling like a bit too much in the world. Taking up a bit too much of everything. Feeling like a bit too much of everything. “I feel so stupid with these weird bandages, you know?”

She smiles and meets your eyes.

“Nah. You look great. Makes you look badass, huh?”

“Sure,” you say, thinking about if the wilderness will even care. You doubt it will.

You imagine the dawn breaking overhead, reflected onto this lake. You imagine sitting there like this, just like this, with this same girl next to you.

Maybe you’d be closer, or at this distance, but your hands would be touching, or there would just be something around the two of you that sings that you are matching scars in each other’s souls.

You want her to be the scar in your soul, and maybe that’s your fear talking, the wilderness, or maybe you’ve always spent a second too long looking at her, maybe you’ve always felt like this and this place is just freedom. Freedom to explore it.

“Guys!” Lottie suddenly shouts from the water. She pointed off into the distance, a small patch of light on the hillside. “Look!”

The girls all erupt in shouts and whispers, asking what it is, claiming in looks like a reflection.

“There’s something on the hill!” someone finally shouts, a culmination of all these little pieces, and the girls all spring into action, jumping up from sitting and out of the water, grabbing their clothes and backpacks and getting ready to hike.

“Another hike,” you remark to Nat, slipping on your shirt.

“Mhm.”

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With the promise of something up here, whether it just be a piece of glass, or a speck of civilization, whatever it is- it makes the journey much easier. The uphill climb doesn’t make your legs ache.

Finally, you reach a plateau, a cliff, and suddenly- standing before you is a cabin.

It’s wooden, covered in green plants and the windows are thick with dust, but still- it is manmade. It is evidence that once, someone was here. And maybe they still are.

You all run up to the cabin, the girls banging on the windows and doors, shouting, asking to see if someone’s home.

You put your palm to one of the wooden support beams on the porch, hissing as you narrowly miss a crooked, protruding nail.

Finally, Jackie and Shauna manage to open the rusted door, revealing a sharp smell, dust, creaky floorboards, and cobwebs.

“Maybe they went out for a hike?” one of the girls asks, but you all can see the dust, see the way that this place is so eerily still. It empty, in a way that something that has been untouched for years is. It is still. There isn’t even wind to rustle the unmade cot in the corner.

“Yeah, like a decade ago,” Jackie scoffs.

You are all tired and sick, and thinking of your beds at home, of warmth and of familiarity.

You have changed so much in these past few days, physically and mentally, there must be something in the woods, in the water of the lake- the very essence of the wilderness.

You bring your sleeve up to your palm, wiping the dust across the window, a stray spiderweb with it. You can see the forest more clearly now, sprawling green, a stack of wood left by whoever once lived here.

“It reeks in here,” Jackie says.

You turn back around, eyeing the deer skull mounted above the fire place- antlers like a huge crown around its small head.

“Jesus,” you hear Nat say, and when you turn- there’s a metal plate left on the table, bones left in it, and a sharp knife leaning against the rim.

There’s more things, an old open can of something, a half-melted candle, but what intrigues you most is the knife. You already have the axe from the plane- there might be another one here, judging by the chopped wood, and now this knife.

“You guys, check the pantry, see if there’s any food,” Taissa instructs.

You walk forward and let your fingertips graze the knife handle, wonder who the last person to touch this knife, this entire place, was.

“Everyone else, look around for stuff we can use. First aid, flashlight, tools.” Taissa shouts.

You think about grabbing the knife, but before you can, Taissa and Jackie are fighting again. You look up, and Jackie has a rusted can in her hands.

She opens it, and Tai looks up from her search at the sound.

“What the hell? Jackie, that’s not your personal buffet.”

Jackie gasps, and suddenly the can is falling to the floor, landing on its side, and a bright green sludge seeps out of it. You’re reminded of something from a cartoon.

“Gross,” one of the girls mutters, while the rest groan and try to get away.

“See, this is why we should have stayed in the plane!” Jackie yells.

Taissa scoffs.

“Yeah, well, we didn’t.” Jackie turns to Van. “So this is helping how, exactly?”

Jackie shakes her hand and storms out of the cabin.

With the commotion died down, and your legs aching, now that the adrenaline of this new place and safety is gone, you let your backpack slide to the floor, pulling out the chair in front of the abandoned dinner plate.

Everyone goes back to searching.

Natalie pulls out the chair at the other side of the table, reaching across to tenderly hold the knife in her hands.

“You’re gonna cut yourself and die of like, tetanus, or something, you know?”

She smiles up at you.

“My guess is rabies, actually.”

“Well, hello!” Van shouts, slapping a pile of magazines onto the table. “Don’t worry, guys. We might be stuck in the middle of nowhere, but, hey, at least there’s porn.”

She holds up a magazine with a tan blonde woman on the cover, her outfit leather, a cigarette hanging out of her lips.

“Holy shit,” Mari laughs, and you can’t help but grab one from the pile, titled “Big Bodacious”, and flip through a few pages.

You let out a small laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. Porn in an abandoned cabin.

“Hey, this guy kinda looks like you, Flex,” Mari smiles, holding an open magazine out to Travis.

“If only any of you actually looked like her,” he says.

“Oh, yeah. Very funny,” Van says.

“Do guys, like, actually jerk off to this stuff?” Mari asks.

“Nah, we-we hate that shit. Y-you can’t even tell what her favorite book is.”

“Hm. Ha-ha,” Van says, before flipping him off as he walks away, his head down.

—-

Since this cabin is the only form of civilization you’ve found, and you’re all hungry for normalcy, it seems the most natural place to settle down. Not only is it a place to point to, a place to go back to, but it’s four walls and a roof.

A house. A cabin.

The girls slowly start returning from the lake, bringing the bags they didn’t carry, ready for night to fall and a small dinner of the last plane rations.

You lean against that same wooden post, this time careful of the nail, trying to see the lake out past the trees. If you squint, it’s just barely there.

The old wooden floor creaks behind you.

You don’t know why you and Natalie keep gravitating towards each other. But it’s nice to not be alone in a place like this, surrounded by people.

“What’d you think? Of the cabin, I mean,” she says, coming around you to lean on the other side of the beam.

“Smells,” you say, crinkling your nose.

“Hey, at least we’re not stranded in a landfill, or something- some fucking radioactive island, you know?” you laugh.

You think back to the lake, how this is the first time you’ve felt like this- just so free.

“At least this place is nice to look at, you know?” you look around the beam, but she’s staring out at the forest.

“Yeah,” you agree, but can’t find it in yourself to look away from her.

Something falls to the ground.

Natalie shoots you a surprised look, and you slowly make your way to the front of the porch, before a sharp shout rings out.

“Fuck!” the voice shouts, so sharply you stop for a moment. Natalie stops right behind you, her front pressing against your back, while Coach keeps screaming, hitting the ground.

It takes you a moment to realize that he’s not hitting the ground. He’s hitting his amputated leg.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he shouts. “Why? Goddamn it, fuck you, fuck you!” he looks around the crowd of girls that have surrounded him, watching with blank faces.

Coach had been on the end of a rope for days. Hanging off a cliff by his fingernails, and he had finally slipped. You all had seen it coming- this breakdown was no suprise.

“What the fuck do you want?!”

Silence.

Misty crouches down. “It’s alright,” she says, reaching out towards him, and even thought Misty is the reason he’s alive to be miserable, to scream and cry like this, he rounds on her and slaps her across the face.

“Get the fuck away from me, Misty!”

You gasp, taking a frightened step back. Natalie places her hand on the back of your arm to steady you.

Ever since the lake, it’s all changed.

Blood pools at Misty’s lips. and you can’t help but reach up to your own face, touching the bandaged gash.

Determination wrenches it’s way onto her face.

She crawls forward again, sitting at the edge of the porch, dragging him up so he can lean against her.

“Shh,” she whispers while he heaves and pants. “C’mere, it’s alright, c’mere,”

“I can’t just be like this now,” he cries, the blood on Misty’s face forgotten, as he collapses into her, let’s her place her hand against his head, holding him. “Why couldn’t I have just died?”

“Because we needed you.” Her bottom lips curls up, like she’s imagining some fate worse than this.

She closes her eyes while her voice takes on this wistful quality, like she’s living a life behind her eyes, one she can never live.

“And I’m here for you, Ben. I’m here for you.”

—-

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lolahauri · 3 months

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✎ Introduction ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Mainly writing for characters and/or themes i really want to read about, but have little to no content.

I do take requests. (Fic only. No RPF)

I don't have an anon list but I can start one if anyone wants to be labeled or become a regular anon.

DNI: Map, Zoo, Pro-Para, Pro-Ana, TERF, Zionist, Bigots, Minors, Antis, Discourse Blogs. Block me if you don't agree. ❤️🖤🤍💚

Things I Won't Write:

Sex crimes of any kind, super extreme kinks, violence/abuse used as a kink, anything most would consider "gross/weird" (ex: puke, shit, ddlg, pet play, age play). no exceptions, and no hate to dead dove writers, i'm just personally not willing to write these.

Things I Will Write:

Pretty much everything else i guess? Daddy/Mommy kink, Cheating, CNC/Dubcon, Sex Pollen, Legal Age Gap, Yandere, Power Dynamic (Prof/Student, Boss/Employee), Foot Fetish, Piss Kink, Breeding, Any regular/non-extreme kink (ex: Cock Warming, Dry Humping, Voyeur, Orgy, 3somes, Sex Toys, etc...) *if you aren't sure, just ask!*

Fluff, angst, smut, lewd, platonic, hurt/comfort.

HC'S, mood boards, one shots, short multi-chapter fics, imagines/drabbles.

Canon-friendly, Au's, Canon Divergence, Out of Character.

Ch x Ch / Ch x Reader / Poly Ships of any kind.

F/F, M/M, F/M, GN/F, GN/M, Poly Ships of any kind.

Fictional Other (F/O) Imagines: +18, no names, they/them only.

Now that that's out of the way, here's the list of fandoms and characters i'm familiar with and will happily take requests on! (you can request others from these fandoms, but it will prob take me longer)

FNAF Movie: Vanessa, Mike, William/Steve. Turning Red: Ming Lee, Jin Lee. YOU: Joe, Love, Beck, Peach. Encanto: Isabela, Bruno, Dolores, Julieta. Regular Show: Mordecai, CJ, Benson. (Human Ver.) Attack on Titan: Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Sasha, Levi, Hanji, Annie, Historia, Reiner, Erwin. BNA: Michiru, Shirou. Stardew Valley: All adult humans. Total Drama: All season 1 contestants, Chris, Chef, Blainley. SheRa: All adults (except Rogelio). King Of The Hill: Hank, Peggy, Luanne, Nancy, Dale, John Redcorn, Kahn, Min. American Dad: Francine. Shameless: Lip, Fiona, Kev, V, Tony. Riverdale: FP Jones, Jughead, Veronica, Hiram, Betty. Creepypasta: Ben, Jeff, Jane, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Slenderman, Masky, Hoodie, Toby, X Virus, Nina, Clockwork, Splendorman, Kate. Gravity Falls: Stan, Ford, Soos, Giffany Steven Universe: Jasper, Amethyst, Blue Diamond, Peridot, Lapis, Garnet, Rose, Bismuth, Greg. Adventure Time/Fiona and Cake: Princess Bubblegum, Marceline, Marshall Lee, Winter King, Candy Queen, Simon, Ice King, Fiona. COD: Konig, Ghost. Desperate Housewives: Bree, Gabby, Edie, Mike, Lynette. DC: Batman, Harley, Joker, Ivy, Lex Luthor (Jesse Eisenburg). Slashers & DBD: Brahms, Ghostface (general), Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Pyramid Head, The Spirit, Wraith, Huntress, Trapper, The Trickster, Pearl, Carrie White, Jennifer Check, Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Tiffany Valentine, Leatherface, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Eric Draven. Nintendo: Link, Zelda, Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, Luigi, Waluigi, Bowser. Squid Games: Gi-Hun, Sae-Byeok, Ali, Sang Woo. Rick and Morty: Rick, Beth, Jerry. Stranger Things: Robin, Billy, Eddie, Chrissy, Hopper. Bee & Puppycat: Bee, Deckard, Cass, Toast. Princess & The Frog: Shadow Man, Tiana, Lottie, Naveen. Ratatouille: Collette, Linguini. The Nanny: CC, Fran, Maxwell. Full House: Danny, Jesse, Joey. Big Bang Theory: Raj, Leonard, Amy, Penny. Spiderverse: Miguel, Hobie, Jessica Drew. Teen Titans (OG): Beast Boy, Starfire, Raven. Black Dynamite: Honeybee, Black Dynamite. Breaking Bad: Skylar, Jesse, Walter. National Treasure: Benjamin Gates, Riley Poole. Superstore: Jonah, Amy, Dina, Cheyenne. Spongebob: Man Ray, Dennis. Tangled: Flynn, Rapunzel, Mother Gothell. Elemental: Wade, Ember. Mean Girls: Cady, Regina, Gretchen, Karen, Janis. Lisa Frankenstein: Lisa, Creature, Taffy. Jane the Virgin: Jane, Michael, Rogelio, Petra, Xiomara, Rose, Luisa. Young Sheldon: Mary, MeeMaw. Twilight: Edward, Carlisle, Alice, Charlie.

Beverly Goldberg (The Goldbergs) Fujimoto (Ponyo) Thomas Magnum (Magnum, P.I 1980) Doug Remer (Baseketball) Ian Malcolm (Jurassic Park 1993) Rose Tyler (Doctor Who) Moe Doodle (Doodle Bops) Astarion (Baulders Gate 3) Trevor Phillips (GTA5) Shaun Murphy (The Good Doctor) Georgia Miller (Ginny & Georgia) John Doe (John Doe Game) Paul Blart (Paul Blart Mall Cop) Napoleon Dynamite (self titled) Fezzik (Princess Bride)

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ichorai · 2 years

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dancing choose ; wade wilson.

track three of DEAR SCIENCE.

pairing ; wade wilson x gn!platonic!reader

synopsis ; when you said he’d come crawling back to you on all fours—you weren’t really being serious.

words ; 2.3k

themes ; comedy, action, angst

warnings / includes ; strong profanity, graphic depictions of blood/injury/violence/trauma, mentions of getting drunk and high, sexual innuedos, wade makes fun of vegans i'm sorry, one mention of edward cullen our sparkly vampire, hulk's ben and jerry's ice cream flavor, dumpster flowers, rumor has it wade is still waiting for the avengers to reply to him to this day, getting beat up by girl scouts, mentions of carnage bcs yes carnage and deadpool did fight in the comics, and mhm wade is quite literally on his hands and knees for you in this one

main masterlist.

Wade Wilson wasn’t good at life. If there was an award that went to the person who was the worst at existing, it’d go to him annually. He sucked at maintaining healthy relationships, consistently neglected his own well-being, and rarely ever took anything seriously. On the grand pyramid of shitty things that could possibly happen to a person, Wade was most likely at the very tip top of the food chain. He was the great white shark of the ecosystem that were unfortunate events that a person could endure—not that it was something to be proud of. Besides, Wade never really liked sharks. He’d much rather be a seahorse or something in the next life. If he could ever even get out of this life.

You had once mentioned that he was purposefully sucking at life as some sort of coping mechanism for his childhood trauma, but he merely responded the only way he was really good at—like a three year old throwing a tantrum. He had stuck his fingers into his ears and yelled out, “I CAN’T HEAR YOU! LA LA LA!”

Besides, what were you, his therapist?

No, seriously, though. What were you?

You had appeared into his life around three years back, when he crashed clean through several buildings in a row (thanks a lot, Carnage), eating mouthfuls of rubble and inhaling pure dust and shards of glass. After the fourth building he was thrown into, he crashed out of a window, stumbling into you, an innocent pedestrian just on their way to try out the new vegan restaurant down the street. He collided into you with enough force to send the both of you toppling over onto a busy road, asphalt scratching painfully against your cheek. Cars screeched to grueling halts only inches away from the two of you, angry honks erupting from a dozen vehicles at once. Wade almost had the gall to feel guilty for a second upon meeting your wide eyes. Then he spotted your trembling lips start to open into a horrified gape, which then gave way to the most awful, ear-splitting scream he’d ever heard.

He began screaming with you shortly after, because he promptly realized that his legs were gone and the pain was nearly enough to have him pass out.

“FUCK! FUCK, OH MY FUCK! SHIT! JESUS CHRIST, SO NOT COOL, CARNAGE! SO NOT COOL,” he yelled, using his arms to drag himself across the road, spitting out obscenities at the cars honking at him. There was a thick trail of blood and bits of mutilated flesh and skin following his severed knees, and you had to physically force your eyes away before you could feel your breakfast move its way back up your digestive tract. You pushed yourself up onto shaky feet, grabbing Wade’s suited hands and dragging him to the sidewalk with a groan.

“What the fuck happened to you?” you panted raggedly, staggering away from him as soon as he wasn’t under the imminent threat of being run over by a white man’s dirty Toyota. “Do you need to go to the hospital?”

“Oh, I’m fine,” Wade winced, completely not fine. “They’ll grow back in a day or two. I’ve had my legs cut off way too many times to count.”

Your brows furrowed. “Jesus. You’re one of those Avengers folk, aren’t you? Fuck.”

“Nuh-uh! That is so offensive. Just because I’ve got superpowers, doesn’t mean I’m an Avenger! I’ve been sending them my resume for months now, and they still haven’t gotten back to me.”

You had the audacity to roll your eyes. “Listen, hot-shot, I don’t know what I can do for you, then. I have a reservation I can’t miss. Are you gonna be okay on your own?”

“Ooh, reservation. Sounds fancy. Where are you going? You got a date or somethin’?” Here he was, bleeding out on the side of the road, and nonchalantly asking you about your love life.

You blinked twice. “Yeah…” you started hesitantly. “Just down the street at that new vegan restaurant. It’s my first one with him and I don’t want him to think I’ve stood him up.”

“Must have a humongous penis to get you dressed up all fancy shmancy for the first date. At a vegan restaurant, no less! Listen, here’s a life lesson that I had to learn the hard way: vegans only gain happiness from two things and two things only—tofu and being mean to millennials on Twitter. Save your time,” he hummed glibly. You absentmindedly wondered if he was going loopy with the amount of pain he was enduring. Blood began dribbling from his nose and leaked past his cracked lips, and he sat up abruptly, spitting into his mask. “Oh, gross. Gross! Fuck, all I taste is blood now—Edward Cullen you nasty fucker. Look, I’m sorry to ask this, you seem like a really nice person and I really don’t want to drag you into my shit but I’m gonna drag you into my shit anyways. Do you have a place I could maybe lay low for a while? There’s this really awful alien after me and I don’t think I can take them without losing any more limbs.”

After a beat of silence, you pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed heavily. God damn it—you couldn’t just leave him here alone, could you? “Yeah. Yeah, it’s just down a block. Let’s go.”

So, that was how you met him for the first time. Blew off a tofu-loving, millennial-bullying vegan (his theory, you never actually got to meet him), in order to save his ass from a goo parasite from space.

You quickly realized that this was nearly an everyday experience for him. It eventually became a routine pattern. He’d go out, get himself beat up by some otherworldly beings (there was that one time a gaggle of girl scouts beat him to a pulp, but he made you vow never to speak of that again). Then, he’d come slinking back to his apartment where he’d call you and whine until you begrudgingly agreed to come over with a pint of Ben and Jerry’s—specifically requesting the Hunka-Hulka Burnin’ Fudge flavor or he’d threaten to set himself on fire. Dramatic fucker.

And sometimes he’d come to your apartment, dripping vermilion blood everywhere, or high out of his goddamn mind, or so drunk that he could barely formulate a coherent sentence. Usually it was some infuriating combination of the three. Nonetheless, you’d tuck him into your couch with a fleece blanket and a throw pillow he often complained smelled like nacho cheese, but he slept like a baby despite it all.

And when you woke up? He was never there. No notes, no crude pencil drawings of dicks on your wall, no trace of him whatsoever. The process would continue to repeat itself a million times over, and you began to find yourself unsettled with your predicament.

Who was Wade to you? A friend? A stranger? A man who occasionally slept on your couch and constantly made you worry for his well being despite knowing that he was practically immortal?

The day you finally exploded at him, bombarding him with questions he had no answers to, he hadn’t meant to start yelling back. Insults were traded, scathing and cutting far too deep for either of your liking. He particularly remembered you hissing out, “Please, you can barely even function without me! You’re awful at taking responsibility for yourself, Wade! You don’t eat well, you barely ever sleep if not passed out on my couch, you’re always high or piss-drunk or beaten up halfway to hell! You know how fucking exhausting that is? Taking care of someone that doesn’t give two shits about you? I bet you wouldn’t last a fucking day without coming crawling right back up to my door on all fours! Like a little bitch!”

Wade knew you were just caught up in the heat of the moment—that this wasn’t really you. But damn if your words still hurt.

The fact that so many of your angry tirades were falling upon deaf ears and a stonily blank expression only seemed to fuel your frustration more, pushing you to the brink of tears glossing over your reddened eyes. That night ended with you telling him to never come back, and you had to physically shove him out of your apartment, slamming the door with such ferocity that the floor rattled beneath his feet for a split second.

Wade had stood outside your door for a full minute before coming to and realizing just how much of an asshole he’d been. You didn’t owe him anything. Hell, the two of you barely knew anything about each other. He began knocking softly, asking you, begging you to open the door, apologizing over and over and over. Then, he proceeded in his attempts to bribe you—with chocolate bars, movie nights, free vegan dinners, the chance to shoot him in the ribs, he put it all on the table for you. He was in front of your apartment for hours.

The door never opened.

That was around six months ago.

Now, as he found himself back in front of your apartment after so long, things were different. He wasn’t wearing his superhero suit like he usually did, there were flashcards of what to say in his hands just in case he completely blanked upon seeing you, and clutched in his other palm were half-wilted flowers he scavenged in the back of an alley dumpster (listen, he didn’t have the time nor money to buy you proper ones, so it was the thought that counted).

After rapping his knuckles against the wood three times, the door swung open.

Fuck, Wade was nervous. Suddenly his sweaty fingers fumbled and flashcards were fluttering to the ground, making a mess of pink little cards, some filled with doodles of extremely realistic (a style commonly known as ‘stick-men’) depictions of what he thought he looked like while fighting bad guys, and other cards with his lines of what to say to you. He dropped to his knees, hurrying to grab at the scattered pieces of paper.

“I knew you’d be back,” you sneered, staring down your nose at him with thinly-narrowed eyes. “Jesus, Wade. It’s been… forever. I didn’t—I thought something might’ve happened—”

With a heavy sigh, you got down on your knees beside him, picking up some cards with a curious hum. “When I said you’d come crawling back to me on all fours… I wasn’t actually being serious, Wade.”

“Shucks,” Wade said, nervously taking the cards from you, uncharacteristically tentative. “And here I was thinking you were into that.”

Your expression immediately soured. “What do you want from me, Wade? Come to mooch off of me again? Make me care about you and leave just before things get heavy?”

“Y/N,” he breathed out, mentally going fuck it and setting the cards back down on the floor. “You’re wrong. All those months ago you said I couldn’t give two shits about you. I did—I do give two shits about you. In fact, I give so many shits that the toilet would be clogged with just how many shits I give about you! I don’t know how to deal with this. I don’t know how to care for someone properly. I don’t know how I’d do it right. But I wanna try. Please, Y/N, let me try.”

The way your jaw set made Wade swallow nervously. Then, the slight quirk of the corner of your lips made Wade tilt his head in surprise. “Are these… flowers? You got me flowers?”

“Yeah, but they’re from the dumpster.”

“No need to put yourself down, Wade. They’re lovely.” You took the wilting bouquet from his grasp with a mild grin.

He didn’t have the heart to tell you that he was telling the truth. Just as long as you didn’t stick your nose into them, he supposed he’d let you remain blissfully oblivious.

“So what are you asking?” you asked, thumbing the bruised stems of the flowers. “You wanna try being friends? Real ones?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that,” he whispered with a near watery chuckle. “Whose balls did I have to fondle in my past life to get lucky and crash into you all those years ago, huh?”

The way you wrinkled your nose in distaste made Wade snort. “Don’t be crass, fuckwad. I missed you, too, for the record. And for what it’s worth, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean most of what I said that night. I was being really harsh for no reason. There’s nothing wrong with struggling with things like that, Wade, you just need a bit of help, is all.”

There was a beat of comfortable silence before Wade sighed, pushing himself up to his feet, dusting off his pants before offering you a hand up. You took it gingerly, opening the door wider for him to step in.

Glancing once at one of his cue cards, he cleared his throat. “My name is Wade. Also known as Deadpool, founder of X-Force, and an Avenger-in-waiting,” he declared, gazing at you fondly. “I may suck at this whole living thing, but at least I look amazing while doing it.” When you shot him a halfhearted glare, he lifted his hands in surrender. “Kidding, kidding. I look like a chewed up piece of gum, let’s be honest. It’s nice to meet you… friend.”

The brilliant smile that painted itself violet over your features made just a slight fraction of the same expression mirror itself onto Wade’s face. “Nice to meet you, too. I think we’ll be getting along just fine.”

Wade Wilson wasn’t very good at living, but he liked to think he was just a little better at it now because of you.

#wade wilson x reader #deadpool x reader #deadpool fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #deadpool angst #deadpool fanfic #marvel fanfic #deadpool imagines #deadpool drabbles #wade wilson imagines #wade wilson drabbles #wade wilson scenarios #deadpool scenarios #wade wilson angst #wade wilson fanfiction #marvel drabbles

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

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Masterlist - 2023

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

𝓡𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓤𝓹𝓵𝓸𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓕𝓲𝓬𝓼:

Fanfic Friday 4/28/23

A Rose By Any Other Name - George Weasley X Female (Slytherin/Sirius Black Daughter) Reader; fluff, slight angst

Vet Bills - John Wick X Female (Vet) Reader; fluff, mini angst

Party Games - Steve Rogers X Loki Odinson; fluff, slight angst, Pocky Challenge

Chocolate Surprise - Loki Odinson X Thranduil; fluff

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

Alphabetical List -- Updated on 4/28/23 (newly added George Weasley, John Wick, Steve X Loki, and Loki X Thranduil Fics above and below)

Italics = I have already made fanfics on this character if you wanna read them

↑ My Fanfic Masterlist is located on my page, or click here "X Reader Masterlist" Or click on the fandom titles below for the specific Masterlist and/or Character

For Requesting Rules, click here "Request Rules" You may request as many times as you like, as long as you stay along the lines of the said rules above

(Here is a list of songs for characters that inspire me! "Songs"

(Requests Are Open!)

DC | Gotham - Bane (Hardy), Bruce Wayne (Bale), Bruce Wayne (Keaton), Bruce Wayne (Pattinson), Bruce Wayne (Val), Edward Nygma (Carrey), Jack (Heath) Joker, Jason Todd, Jerome Valeska, Jervis Tetch (Gotham), Jonathan Crane (Gotham), Jonathan Crane (Murphy), Klarion Bleak, Maxwell Lord, Richard Grayson, Roman Sionis, Victor Zsasz

CR | Disney - Christopher Robin, Cruella de Vil, Ella (Cinderella 2015), Gaston LeGume (Beauty And The Beast 2017), Jasper Badun

Harry Potter - Cedric Diggory, Draco Malfoy, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Severus Snape

Kingsman - Eggsy Unwin, Hamish Mycroft (Merlin), Harry Hart, Jack Daniels

Marvel | X-Men - Bruce Banner, Bucky Barnes, Charles Xavier, Eddie/Venom, Erik Killmonger, Everett Ross, Harry Osborn (TASM), Heimdall, Helmut Zemo, John Allerdyce, Johnny Storm, Kurt Wagner, Logan Howlett, Loki Odinson (Not the Series), M'Baku, Natasha Romanoff, Otto Octavius, Peter Maximoff, Peter Parker (Andrew), Peter Parker (Tobey), Peter Parker (Tom), Pietro Maximoff, Quentin Beck, Sam Wilson, Scott Lang, Shang-Chi, Steve Rogers, Thor Odinson, Tony Stark, Vision, Wade Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Wenwu

Star Wars | The Mandalorian - Anakin Skywalker, Armitage Hux, Ben Solo/Kylo Ren, Din Djarin, Han Solo, Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Rey

Stranger Things - Alexei Smirnoff, Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckey, Jim Hopper, Steve Harrington

The Hobbit / The Lord Of The Rings - Aragorn, Bilbo Baggins, Boromir, Dwalin, Elrond, Faramir, Fili, Kili, Haldir, Legolas Greenleaf, Pippin Took, Samwise Gamgee, Thorin Oakenshield, Thranduil

Pedro Pascal -

(Pedro Pascal Characters Masterlist) (Let me know if I should add any more)

Kingsman - Jack Daniels - Included/Merge Mansion - Tim Rockford/The Last Of Us - Joel Miller - Included/The Mandalorian - Din Djarin - Included/Wonder Woman 1984 - Maxwell Lord

Miscellaneous -

Assassin's Creed - Ezio Auditore da Firenze

Brothers Grimm - Jakob Grimm

BBC & Enola - Sherlock Holmes

Hell Boy - Red (Hellboy), Abe Sapien, and Agent John Myers

Encino Man - Linkavitch "Link" Chomofsky

George Of The Jungle - George

Ghostbusters (2016) - Jillian Holtzmann, Kevin Beckman

Indiana Jones - Indiana Jones

John Wick - John Wick

Jurassic Park - Ian Malcolm

Scooby Doo (2002) - Shaggy Rogers

The Last Of Us - Joel Miller

The Pirates Of The Caribbean - James Norrington, Hector Barbossa

The Phantom Of The Opera - Erik Destler

Uncharted 4 - Sam Drake, Rafe Adler

X-Files - Fox Mulder

(If you have any questions or suggestions, please feel free to let me know!)

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character list

the title is self explanatory. this is a list of the characters i'll write for. it'll probably change over time, and if you see a character you'd like but don't see them on the list, just ask cause i might've forgotten about them

Hamilton

Eliza Schuyler

Angelica Schuyler

Peggy Schuyler

Maria Reynolds

Alexander Hamilton

John Laurens

Philip Hamilton

Lafayette

Hercules Mulligan

James Madison

Thomas Jefferson

Aaron Burr

Umbrella Academy

Viktor Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Luther Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves (Umbrella or Sparrow)

Sloane Hargreeves

Jayme Hargreeves

Stranger Things

Will Byers (non female readers only)

Mike Wheeler

Lucas Sinclair

Dustin Henderson

Eleven Hopper

Max Mayfield

Robin Buckley (non male readers only)

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathan Byers

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

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nightghoul381 · 9 months

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I'll Keep You Warm~ William x Reader

Yet another entry for @aquagirl1978 and @violettduchess's challenge. Thank you again for hosting, I'm having a lot of fun with these prompts.

Prompt: 7. Camping Pairing: William Rex X Reader Genre: Fluff + a smidge of spice Word Count: 1458 (The fics keep seeming to get longer as I continue this challenge :p)

“I’m terribly sorry, I don’t see a reservation for you Earl Rex. On top of that, I’m afraid we’re full up and haven’t got a room to spare.”

The innkeeper was visibly upset. He had spent the past few minutes searching his records to see if somehow there had been a mistake. Will just smiled, completely unbothered by your sudden lack of lodging for the night.

“It’s no trouble at all, your assistance has been greatly appreciated. Have a wonderful evening.” Will responded graciously, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, and guiding you out of the inn.

When you were out of earshot you couldn’t help but sigh, “Where are we going to stay then?”

You and William had ben sent out to discover the cause for a recent rash of disappearances from a remote village.

This remote village, however, only had one small inn and Victor had assured the two of you that accommodations had been taken care of. Just before you had left, Victor had stopped you and handed you a small envelope, insisting that you wait until sunset to open it.

Glancing at the sky, the sun had begun its descent, but was still plainly visible. Shrugging, you decided that opening the envelope early wouldn’t be that bad, and hopefully it would have the address of the residence that Victor must have intended for you to stay at.

Unfolding the small piece of paper, all that you found was a crudely drawn map with an x marking the end of a dotted line.

“Um… I think he may have planned for us to stay somewhere else,” You muttered, handing the scrap of paper over to William.

“Ah, I see… He intends for us to stay at wherever this X is supposed to be.”

Will chuckled, glancing once more at the map before tucking it into his breast pocket.

“Off we go then.” He smiled, taking your hand in his and leading the way toward the first landmark.

After a short walk out of the village, you arrived at a gnarled tree. Will assured you that this was what the swirling blob on the map was supposed to represent and you had no choice but to acquiesce to his judgement. Soon you had made your way past a pile of rocks resembling a layered cake, a tiny farmhouse, and finally had reached the final landmark…a fairly wide stream.

Across the water, you were able to see a small tent sitting within a clearing.

“A tent?” You asked incredulously.

Will let out a bark of laughter and took off his cloak, holding it in a balled-up bundle on his shoulder. He began wading through the stream, the water quickly coming up to the middle of his back.

Too stunned to move, you merely watched as he emerged on the other side, clothes soaked through.

“Well come on then,” He shouted, waving you across. The grin on his face brightened as you hesitantly entered the water.

“Oh! It’s freezing!” You squeaked, leaping back onto the shore. Will’s laughter once again rang out and you felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“Come along, little robin. I’ll have a fire started here in a moment to help us dry off.”

Taking a deep breath, you trudged through the icy water, shivering as you finally reached the opposite shore. Almost immediately, Will was behind you, hands pressed against your waist.

“My, my, you truly are soaked through, aren’t you?” He purred in your ear. A shiver ran down your spine for a completely new reason as he began slowly unlacing your dress. “We simply can’t have you stay in these sopping clothes any longer can we?”

Clawing your way to the rational side of your brain, you held Wills hands still, letting out a long breath.

“I am not about to expose myself out here where anyone could come across us!” You insisted through chattering teeth. “I’ll just sit by the fire and I’m sure I’ll be warmed up in no time.”

Moving to take a step towards the flickering flames, Will tightens his hold on your waist.

“No one will come across us, dear robin.” He whispered, his breath ghosting across the back of your neck.

“How can you be so sure of that?”

“Victor clearly intended for us to go camping tonight. And naturally, understanding that we are lovers, he would have done his best to ensure that we would be completely secluded.” Will’s soft voice murmured, his tongue darting out to trace the shell of your ear.

“But why would he have us cross the stream like this? Surely it would have been just as easy to set up the campsite on the near side!”

Pressing his forehead to your shoulder, Will gently unfolded the map, and pointed to a small dark line that crossed over a longer, pale line, and from there the path continued parallel to the pale line until reaching the X.

“There was a bridge!?” You huffed, spinning around to scold your lover.

Your words were cut off as you came face to face with him, his crimson eyes burning into you with a fierce passion.

“Forgive me, my dear. I couldn’t resist the opportunity to see you like this.” He sighed. “You have no idea how deliciously your dress is clinging to your body.” As if to make a point, he ran his hands over the curve of your hips, eyes trailing along behind.

“You are incorrigible, William Rex.” You tease, letting your eyes flutter closed as he continues his exploration of your body.

A sudden blast of wind buffets the two of you and you both realize that, despite the heat in the air between you, the world outside has begun to cool. Long shadows are now stretching from the trees and the crisp evening air is doing nothing but causing you to feel even colder.

“I do still think it would be beneficial for you to remove that dress. I will take full responsibility for keeping you warm in its stead.” Will hushed, bringing his fingers back to the laces on your dress.

Still a bit nervous, you relent to his hand and allow him to remove the soaking garments from your form, before he strides over to a nearby branch, draping your clothes, followed by his own across it.

You try to steady your breathing as you take in your lover’s physique. Supple, toned muscle traces its way around his lean frame, and you can feel heat pooling in your belly as he turns back to you in nothing but his undergarments.

His soft chuckle pulls you from your reverie and you cough in shame, quickly moving closer to the fire, arms crossed over your chest. As you gaze into the orange tongues of fire that dance before you, you feel a heavy weight settle over your shoulders.

Will’s cloak is draped over you, providing a comforting warmth that you gladly huddle into. A contented sigh escapes your lips, as you settle onto the ground beside the warm glowing embers. Your lover is quick to pull you into his arms, clinging to you as though you were the most precious jewel.

“I’ll keep you warm. I promise.” He vowed, running his hands up and down your arms. The friction was wonderful and soon you were feeling quite comfortable. Leaning back against Will’s chest you gazed up at his face, famed by the silver moonlight, he looked like some ethereal being.

Will leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before asking, “Shall we get some rest?”

“I think that would be nice, hopefully our clothes are dried by tomorrow.” You tossed out your reply as you shuffled out of his lap and stood. Pulling the cloak tighter around your shoulders, you watch as Will made his way over to the tent where a thin mattress was waiting.

“Oh! It looks like Victor had thought this through more than I assumed.” He spoke, disappearing into the tent, only to emerge moments later with a stack of fabric.

“It seems he has provided a set of pajamas.” Will laughed, as he held a warm looking nightgown out to you.

Instead of taking the outfit, you pushed Will onto the mattress and wrapped your arms around his neck, the cloak falling away as the tent enclosed you.

“You promised that you would keep me warm.” You teased, pressing your lips to his.

“Well, I can’t go back on such an important promise.” Your lover grinned as you pulled back.

He returned your kiss, and the two of you gladly indulging in each other’s warmth as the cool night marched on around you, eagerly fulfilling that very same promise.

#summer days sultry nights ccc #ikemen villains #ikevil #ikevil william #ikemen villains william #william rex

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tascha-schwarz · 2 years

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What I find the most satisfying thing in writing is not the process, which is also good and soothing, but finally reading the final version before publishing it and thinking how good it turned out and how people will like it.

Of course, a few days later I might read it again, wondering how on earth I could produce such an extraordinary piece of shit, but that's another story.

#writer's things #severus snape x reader #barbossa x reader #rufus scrimgeour x reader #billy mack x reader #colonel brandon x reader #chibs telford x reader #ben wade x reader #john dutton x reader

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mystery-star · 1 year

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Whumpril 2023 – Day 1 | “Don’t push me away.”

Pairing: Ben Wade x reader (gender neutral)

Words: 561

Warnings: injuries, abandonment

A/N: You can find all further entries on the Whumpril Masterlist

Getting shot hurt like hell. But the healing process was even worse and somehow you had the feeling the pain would never stop. However, this was nothing in contrast to the amount of pain Ben caused when you were almost completely healed again. He started to distance himself from you and you began thinking he was mad at you for not being able to take care of yourself. That he had to nurse you back to health and everything, making his gang think him weak that he helped you that much. You really wanted to approach him but you feared his answer; that he didn’t think you could take care of yourself and should be leaving them.

Sometimes you would stop by at a little farm or ranch to stay there for a night or two and have actual shelter and better food for a while. So you did now, when you arrived at a farm whose owners allowed you to stay a short while. When it was time to leave, most of the men seemed happy while you were a little sad. But your mood lightened, when Ben approached you. It had been days since he did this, except to bring you food or ask you something. Your big smile soon died down a little when you saw his expression.

“Is something wrong?” you asked, feeling your heart beat to your chest.

“I talked to the farmers…”

“Yeah?” you still didn’t like it. In fact, you liked it even less now.

“And they agreed that you can stay with them for a while before they get you to town”

“What? But-but we’re leaving today, right?”

“You’re not coming with us, (Y/N)”

“Why?” you cried out feeling desperate. This was what you had feared. “You can’t just leave me here! I know this is because I got hurt but that can happen. You’ve been shot too. Three times and yet that’s ‘different’ as you say”

“I can’t stand seeing you hurt” his voice sounded more aggressive than before “I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you”

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take. I just want to stay with you, Ben. Don’t push me away!”

“It’s for your own good. Don’t you see it?”

“I see that there’s less danger here. But how can you know what’s good for me, what I want?” he took hold of your arms

“You deserve better. A better life”

“You already gave me that” you whispered “It’s what I want. If you leave me here you still have to let me go. And obviously that’s not what you want”

“I want you safe” you crossed your arms

“How can you know I’m safe if you’re not around? I know how often you check up on me and everything. You wouldn’t last a day without me by your side. You’d go crazy with worry”

“I’ll get used to it” he raised his chin “And you’re staying. I made up my mind, there’s no way I’m changing it” with that he turned around and walked away. Your heart was still beating like crazy and you took a deep breath. You knew he was serious and would leave you here, by force if he had to. But there might be a chance that he soon realized that he was wrong and would come back for you…

@woman-with-no-name (I hope you don't mind being tagged in all of it but I thought it's Ben Wade x reader, so lol)

Return to the Whumpril Masterlist

#ben wade #3:10 to yuma #ben wade imagine #ben wade x reader #ben wade x you #whumpril2023 #whumprilday1

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cherriesfromeden · 9 months

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kiss her you fool

...

[requested : no]

[pairing : eddie kasbrak x fem!reader]

[summary : you and eddie have been avoiding confessions with each other but richie's finally gotten tired of that game and at a sleepover at bill's, everything comes crashing down.]

[warnings : none but i used some of this song lyrics in this and they do not belong to me! they will be italicized. also this is kind of long. beware.]

...

it was a lazy day down at the quarry and the losers were all by the shore or in the water, messing around. richie, mike, ben, and stan were in the middle of a water fight while beverly, and bill were watching with amusement. the last two losers, you and eddie, were strolling along the shoreline, making small talk.

"wait, really?" eddie looked up, confused. "you didn't bring a towel?"

"yeah...no i forgot one. i'll just lay down on bev's until you guys get out of the water." you said as you took her towel from the fallen log and unfolded it.

"but it's almost a million degrees! you should at least sit near the water so you don't die of heatstroke." his hands fluttered over his inhaler nervously.

"hey! HEY!" richie, who had already been in the water with the others now was wading back towards the shore. "eds you should leave y/n alone she doesn't wannna bone so c'mon!"

eddie's face flushed and he glanced at you quickly before following richie back in the water.

what he didn't notice is that you seemed just as embarrassed as him, if not more.

"eds, please. for the love of god. fucking tell her!" richie hissed at him when they got back to the others.

"what? no! she probably doesn't even feel the same! why would i tell her now? i mean, it would probably ruin everything that-" eddie was interrupted by a splash of water hitting him in the face, courtesy of richie.

beverly mumbled a few curses next to bill as she watched the two friends start to argue. she knew that you thought the same thing about eddie and she had very similar conversations with you.

bill, who had talked to both of you, was even more frustrated. it seemed like neither one of you would ever blurt out your feelings for fear of rejection when that was the last thing that would ever happen.

"i hate this." bill muttered, sinking down in the water so his mouth was barely above it. bev looked over at him and chuckled slightly. he knew she felt the same but she found it more interesting to see what would ever happen, if anything did.

"TELL HER!" she heard richie scream.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" eddie yelled back and beverly heard a splash, which she knew came from eddie.

after a minute of silence, bill and beverly glanced worriedly at each other, then to the shore where you were curled up in the sun, to eddie and richie. the two boys were having what seemed to be a very quiet argument, which was unlike them.

bill swam over and, after a slight hesitation, bev followed him.

"tell. her. goddamn this eds! come on i promise that you won't regret it!"

"there is nothing more i would regret if she said no!"

"okay this is so stupid. i'll tell y/n myself then."

eddie glared at his best friend. "you wouldn't." at this, richie smirked and raised an eyebrow.

"would i?"

eddie stood there, not knowing what to do. he gaped at richie and waited for him to splash him again or say it was a joke but he was still there with a grin on his face while all his other friends watched from a few feet away.

"what- no you woul- would you? oh shit. oh god. richie please no." eddie spluttered.

"don't be a fool, tell her you think she's cool." richie replied, moving next to ben since he was the least likely to smack him.

"guys? hey, guys!" your voice called from the shore, making everyone turn to you. "it's getting later and i've got to be home for dinner! see you later!" and with a wave, you grabbed your things and left.

"bye y/n!" beverly called and mike waved.

"see you tomorrow!" ben yelled. richie hollered something about seeing you later tonight before he leaped onto eddie before he could say anything close to goodbye. stan and bill were busy pulling the two apart to do much other than give you a quick glance but you got the message.

humming in content, you made your way back home.

...

the next day came rather quickly for you. the plan was that you, richie, beverly, and eddie were going to get ice cream and catch a movie before you met up with the others at bill's house for a sleepover.

beverly was supposed to pick you up any minute now and you were rushing around, looking for socks.

there was a knock at the door and you grabbed the first pair you saw and ran to answer.

beverly looked down at you, her eyes twinkling merrily.

"hello there." she said, squatting down so she was at eye level while you tied your shoelaces. "are you gonna do it? i can drag richie away for a little while but you better not waste that time n/n. today's the day!"

"no way." you scoffed and stood up. you snatched your keys and locked the door while beverly groaned and rolled her eyes. "today is not the day. you said that last time we went to the movies too so it doesn't count."

"yeah well you didn't tell him! so it does count cause nothing happened except that richie got banned from the popcorn." beverly twirled around to face you as the two of you started walking down the sidewalk. "pleeeeeease y/n? i promise it'll be worth it."

"absolutely not."

beverly sighed and gave up on pestering you. this was going to be a long day.

"oh look, there they are." you said and waved richie and eddie over.

"joy." beverly grumbled.

...

"well i'm thoroughly confused." you said, stepping out into the setting sunlight. your lips pursed together in thought and eddie watched quietly from next to richie. "that movie was weird."

he could stay like this forever. you were perfect and right there. why couldn't he just say it? just three simple words.

"i-"

"hey look at that weird bird." richie said, pointing towards a bird that was pecking at something on the ground. but, at richie's words, it gave a caw and flew away as if it were offended.

eddie shrank behind richie and reached for his inhaler as if to use it but stopped when you started laughing.

"richie! that's so mean, look you made him cry!" you choked out through your giggles. richie looked over at you and elbowed your side.

"hey if that made him cry wait till i'm really mean to him."

"leave the bird alone!"

"make me sweetheart!"

beverly, who had been noticing eddie's behavior, decided to get them all to bill's house so she could have a word with richie.

"let's go guys, everyone else is probably already there." she said and herded the other three up the street.

she fell back next to eddie and nudged him. he turned, as if startled to see her.

"hey eddie, you know you have to tell her at some point right?"

"what are you talking ab-"

"eddie." she stared at him until he looked away, a light pink dusting his cheeks. "you've only got one chance."

"yeah yeah. i know." he murmured as they reached bill's front door.

you knocked on the door as richie was still poking fun of the bird and you.

"hello!" a small boy with a huge grin answered the door.

"georgie!" you smiled as he ran to give you a hug which you gladly returned. "hey buddy, where's everyone else?"

"they're all upstairs in billy's room. oh, and my mom is going out to get pizza in a few minutes." he said, dragging you in the house. "i'll be down here if you need me!" georgie chirped and ran away to join his father in the living room again.

"he's so cute." beverly said, leading the four of you up to bill's room.

you nodded and the door in front of you suddenly burst open. stan came stumbling out into the hall and saw all of you.

"oh thank god, i was going insane. bill's got a game of war going on with mike and keeps cheating."

"i am n-not!" a voice came from inside the room.

"yes you are!"

"war? deal me in." richie said and rushed past stan to join mike and bill while ben rubbed his temples from the incoming headache.

you, beverly, stan, and eddie all hurried inside the room and no one bothered to close the door again.

...

a few hours and pizzas later, you were still playing war but in teams and there were many threats, fights, and insults in between rounds.

the current game was probably going to be the last since everyone was calming down. bill and stan against mike and richie. the rest of you were huddled in a circle around them, watching intently.

on your left was beverly who was almost falling asleep on ben's shoulder and on your right was, of course, eddie. though both of you were focused on the game, it felt as if there was something else pressing down on you to worry about.

you felt something press against your hand and looked down. in the heat of the games, eddie had slipped his hand into yours. when he looked back at you, he realized what happened and quickly snatched his hand away.

"sorry." he whispered.

"i didn't really mind." you half-teased, trying to hide your embarrassment. he met your eyes and neither of you seemed to be able to look away.

"HA!" mike yelled in triumph, snapping you both out of the daze, as he and richie took the win while stan and bill both started shouting protests. mike and richie high-fived and richie stood up.

"TOLD YOU BILLY!" he danced around the crowd of losers and made his way towards the hallway. "now i'm getting some ice cream. anyone else want some?"

both you and eddie got up at the same time and followed richie downstairs.

"where'd he go?" eddie asked. the kitchen was empty of richie who was never one to turn down ice cream.

"i-uh good question." you said, tripping over your words. oh no. was this something beverly had planned?

"um. anyways. so, bill's got vanilla, chocolate, mint chocolate, woah he has the whole store. look."

you walked over to where eddie was peering in the freezer. it was a small freezer so there wasn't much room for two people to look in it.

the brush of eddie's shoulder sent a jolt down your spine and you straightened up.

"i'll go with that one." you said and pointed at your favorite flavor. he looked concerned.

"are you okay y/n?"

he knows my name, part of you thought. he's been our friend for years of course he does dumbass, the other part snapped back.

"yes, i'm fine." you croaked. why was this happening now?

"she's thinking the same thing as you." richie muttered under his breath as he watched his friends talk from the doorway with beverly behind him.

the both of you faced each other and froze. it was like the moment earlier, upstairs where the only thing you'd wanted to do was stare at him and have this cloak all of your other problems.

beverly wanted to scream. you were so close and she was silently praying that you didn't let this go to waste.

the tension was so thick in the air it could've suffocated the two of you in the kitchen except both of you were oblivious to the fact that the other was feeling the same.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD." richie shouted impatiently.

you and eddie both jumped and spun around to face him and bev.

"KISS HER YOU FOOL!" he screamed and stormed over to eddie, shaking him by the shoulders.

a shocked silence spread after richie realized what he had done and said. he let go of eddie quickly and stepped away from them. you looked from him to beverly to eddie and back at richie.

"i mean, it had to be said." beverly said, breaking the silence. "y/n i'm sure you wouldn't mind that."

now it was your turn to be stunned into silence.

"bev, we should go. actually, this time." richie said, taking her wrist and leading her away from the two of you.

eddie gulped and covered his mouth with shaking fingers. you felt like you were on the verge of fainting.

but wait. "so, do you-"

"yes! okay? i like you! there i said it. i know you probably don't feel the same but i can't just leave anything unsaid after that and it's not a joke or anything. i promise." eddie said, throwing his hands away from his face.

"eddie. i know it isn't a joke. i feel the same. and if it wasn't for richie, fuck him by the way, i probably never would've told you." you shrugged, too nervous to look him in the eyes.

"and bev." eddie let out a strained laugh. you gave him a small smile and a feeling of pride bloomed in his chest.

"yeah, and fuck bev too." you said with a slightly less strained laugh.

"hey, do you maybe wanna go to that new movie that's coming out friday?" eddie asked.

a smile crept onto your face. "i'd love that."

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