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satoruhour · 8 months

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AFTERCARE

a/n: an aftercare collection from da old blog, enjoy! plus also i had an anon asking abt nanami aftercare !!! u read my mind lol / tagging @na-t0, @jabamin who do i tag !!!!!

wc: 2k

warnings: overall fluff, contains nsfw at the start, pet names for all, praise, protected sex, implied breeding, tickle fight (gojo), unprotected sex, creampie/breeding (geto & nanami), implied fwb, cuddling, unprotected sex, creampie/breeding (toji), n*sfw under the cut

✶ GOJO

“oh, good girl, that’s it,” gojo mumbles out breathlessly, forehead against yours as you both come together. his lips continue to mutter out praises because he knew how much they affected you, and he hopes that you’d forget all of his saccharine words just so he could make you shiver and whimper all over again. your back arches into his hold one last time, digging your nails into his back.

“you did so well for me — shit — i didn’t think you still had any energy left,” gojo laughs breathlessly at how tired you two were after a mission, yet you know none of you could hold back on each other when passion took over. there’s a slight smile lingering on his face at your sweat-filled forehead and heaving chest and he loves, loves that he’s the only one to make you feel this way. the way moonlight weaves through the window makes you look stunning, and gojo’s smile can’t help but widen.

“what?”

he shrugs, removing his flaccid cock from you and eventually, the condom from himself. he ties a knot quickly, dumping it into the trash beside the bed, but before he can make a move to the bathroom to get you a wet towel, he feels your weight on his arm. it makes his heart flutter and sends shivers down his spine at the thought of doing away with contraception altogether — how would you look with his baby? who’s features would they get? what—

“satoru.” gojo snaps out of his stupor, observing silently while you moved across the bed to him (hell, you sometimes forget he has a king sized), kneeling so you’d almost be at his height. “why were you smiling at me earlier?”

he eyes you with a levelled stare, grin turning into a smirk, “nah, no, it was nothing, baby.”

“hmm… really?” your arms hang limply over his shoulders, “i feel like i should know, you know.”

gojo simply winks, cutting off the teasing atmosphere with a deep kiss before he takes advantage of the situation, hands flying to your sides and you yelp, loudly. your laughter breaks through the quietness at 1am, making your stomach hurt and body squirmy.

“just planning a tickle attack s’all, princess.”

“y-you— fiend!” you try your best to escape the torture, but gojo is relentless in seeing you suffer, his laughter mixing with yours as his initial agenda is yet again interrupted. “satoru!” you both collapse into the soft sheets, giggles slowly subsiding to broad smiles as you admire the other, and him, you.

“god, you’re beautiful.” gojo’s stare bores into you and you avoid eye contact just like every other time he’s told you that, but your lover made it a point to make it clear to you.

“i love you, my pretty girl.”

✶ GETO

geto doesn’t stop giving you kisses even when he releases in you, helping you through the overstimulation by holding you tight until the euphoric feeling subsides and everything halts. there’s a moment of quietness, save for some concerned questions from your boyfriend like he hadn’t just blown your back out.

“sweetheart? you okay?” his eyebrows knit together, always worried that he might’ve hurt you in any way. but you’re always too tired to answer after, simply settling for a delicate hand to his face and a faint nod.

“kiss me,” it comes out as a whisper and dies out, dazed and still on cloud nine and geto indulges you like the lovestruck lover he is. even if he doesn’t need your palm to guide him, he lets your hand bring him right to your lips where they lay waiting. his kiss is soft, unlike before, moulding against your lips perfectly and like always, it makes you sigh and smile. “how’re your lips always so soft?”

geto smiles, hair falling from his loose hair tie. it shields his face and you think he looks like a greek god. “they just are, darling.”

your boyfriend’s always prepared when it comes to cleaning you up, so he usually has towels draped across the bedside table’s railing. wetting it with some water, he warns you gently with the free hand that strokes your thigh.

“but i also sorta use the lip balm gojo uses.” he cheekily admits, hand still diligently wiping at your core. he makes sure to cover it one, twice, thrice, before turning around to stand up. “i can buy it and we’ll share it instead.”

from here, his eyes skim over how the sheets cover you, and how your pose is provocative yet guarded — like an unnamed muse in a romanticism painting. there’s a teasing tone in your smile, a slow and languid drag to your movements. your dramatic gasp cuts off his thoughts, and your acting falls apart when you see geto’s jaw dropping in faux shock, “so you’ve been indirectly kissing your best friend this whole time? how dare you, suguru?”

geto slaps you lightly with the towel, laughing, “you’re crazy.”

“and that’s why you love me.”

he simply rolls his eyes, crawling back onto the bed to come face to face with you, the you who’s still feeling a bit playful, the you who grins at him and thinks that you like your suguru unkempt and messy and drunk in love with you.

the kiss tastes a bit like cigarettes, a little less prominent than earlier, but it tastes like him, nevertheless. “yeah, yeah. although, you’re the only one i’d wanna kiss — no one else, but you.”

✶ NANAMI

nanami groans into your neck with a final thrust, skin feeling the way your body shivered and trembled at how his cock twitches in you. he pumps you full, drinking in the moans of his name and he stays sheathed in you, face buried in your neck like none other. you realise it’s his favourite position — to stay close to you, to feel your pulse, to hear the almost inaudible sounds.

“you’re perfect, fuck,” nanami says, breathless, body propped up with his elbows by your ears; and of course you’ve heard your lover swear — at gojo, at some stubborn curse, at the terrible dishwasher in your home in kuantan and at you, sometimes, but never said like this. nanami looks at you like you’ve the breeze of the beach and the sunset that dips below the horizon.

you had the privilege of seeing that everyday, yet nanami choses to look at you each time, even if you’re always fixated on the scene. today you get the chance to see the love he has stored for you within his irises, and before you can retaliate, you feel his lips on you. nanami moans into the kiss, the need to feel you again taking over him as he deepens it, kissing down your jaw and neck and chest until you remember the abandoned pancake batter you were mixing.

“kento, honey,” he hums into your chest, acting like a child dreading school. “we can’t leave the batter out in the open.”

nanami grunts, “just leave it. i’ll cook eggs and have some kaya on toast or something later.”

“but that’s exactly why we decided to cook pancakes!” you laugh softly, hands running through his blonde hair. it’s starting to whiten a bit, too, but you don’t mind. if anything, he makes getting old look good, “to have a change from our normal breakfast.”

nanami sighs, blinking tiredly at you as he lifts his head to look at you, and every time he fails to resist your expression. you’re not even doing anything, sitting there looking pretty and your husband simply can’t fathom the action of saying ‘no’. he doesn’t want to move from his place — because your profile against the endless stretch of the ocean is a vision he never thought would come true.

nanami gives in, like he always does.

“fine, you win.”

you cheer with a big grin that escalates into giggles as nanami sweeps you off the sheets, placing a kiss against your temple. he smiles at you, at the possibility of living here until he dies; and if that possibility is compromised, he’d fight to make it okay again. he would bring them to hell himself if he could.

nanami kento never liked killing curses, but for you, he would spill blood again just to keep you safe.

✶ TOJI

toji never gave up the chance to fuck you stupid, always propped up in some dingy motel while the money from his sorcerer missions are left on the bedside table. he has yet to splurge it, the need to gamble getting less and less the more and more he sees you. he grunts into your hair behind as your hands make a mess of the vanity table — both too needy today to use the bed — one hand under your leg and the other on your waist as he spills into you.

“that’s a good girl,” your pupils are blown wide at the unexpected orgasm as his cum spurts into you, hitting you like a truck that you’re begging for toji to slow down until he pulls out and his cum drips to the floor. but you notice he doesn’t scoop it up and tease you like always, he doesn’t tell his little insults while slipping on his pants, nor does he avoid aftercare like the lazy and non-chivalrous man he was — no, you notice the silent movements of toji. he was never this quiet, surprising you even more when he sits on the bed.

“what the hell are you starin’ at?” his eyes are locked on the floor, the distance from your to the bed a few mere steps yet it felt like crossing the globe.

you swallow. after all, he was still a large, bulking man, and while his gruff voice did wonders, it always made you a little terrified out of sex. “oh— uhm, nothing.” with another sigh from him, your curiosity gets the better of you, inching towards him with cautious steps. “toji-san?”

his hands are hesitant to reach out towards you, but they make haste to grip onto your waist and although they’re nothing like the rough ones earlier, you still get a flutter in your heart at how big his hands seem to be. they wrap around your waist before his head falls onto your stomach. too scared to ask, you just settle for playing with his hair, content with the warmness of the embrace.

“you’re making me confused.”

frowning, you raise his head from his safe place, “how so?”

you’re careful, because you know about toji’s past through rumours, you know about his hesitancy to show vulnerability. you’re holding his heart, and you’re hoping the words you mutter out don’t shatter and make him bleed again. toji grunts, yanking you down to sit beside him before staring into space as the night winds down. you can both hear the rooms quietening down and the world going to sleep.

“i don’t like this.”

and your heart breaks, because of how toji hates love and how every experience has never ended positively. we fuck and i leave, got it? if you tell me you like me or something, i’m breaking this off. so you lean forward to hold his cheek, offering a small smile. ironic that he’s told you that and yet he feels like he’s the one who broke his own rule.

“it’s okay if you don’t, i’ll be here no matter how you’re feeling; i won’t even say a word.”

toji curls his lip in disgust, but you know he doesn’t mean it when he grabs your hand, “that line was cheesy. i fuckin’ hate it.”

“it was good, i liked it.”

he only shakes his head with a sigh and lies down along with a gesture that says are you coming or what? before your smile is uncontainable and you’re moving to his side. even if you’ve only known what his body feels against you, you’re already hoping it’d happen again and toji reluctantly feels the same, wrapping an arm around your waist with lips to your hair. your heart soars when he doesn’t move away from your hand interlacing with his.

“not a word.”

you giggle at his tone, and the harshness of it. and if you read in between the lines, you’d see that there’s a bit of endearment in him, you just hoped you had the rest of your life to make him love love again.

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flwrshwr-chenji · 8 months

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3:46am

Lee Haechan

Tags: Fluff, bf!haechanxdrunk!reader, caring hyuck, Word Count: 1.4k

Fic under cut 🫶🏾

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“Thank you again,” Haechan said to the Uber driver as he helped you out of the car. “I’m tired.” Your words were a bit slurred due to the numerous drinks you’d had at the party you were returning from. “I know babe. Let’s get you inside.” Your boyfriend said, securing his arm around your waist. You rested your head on his shoulder as you walked (stumbled) into the house. Haechan chuckled at your inebriated state, finding you a bit cute.

Haechan all but carried you to the door of your shared apartment, (which took much longer than it should have, but that’s not the point.) “We’re almost inside my love, hold on for one second.” He said, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. A small smile spread across your drunken face, followed by a small giggle as you watched your boyfriend struggle to unlock the door with one hand.

The sound of Haechan kicking the door shut behind you and placing the keys on the hook resonated in your ears. “Alright darling let's get you to bed.” He said softly in your ear, placing a soft kiss under your ear. A small yelp escaped you as he reached down, hooking his arm under your knees, and lifting you into his arms. He gave you a second to adjust in his grip before instructing you to hold onto him. Following suit, you begin to attack his cheeks with kisses, lip gloss coating his face as you did so. He let out a chuckle, a lovesick grin stuck on his lips as he made his way to your bedroom.

Haechan carried you past the bed and into your bathroom, sitting you down gently on the countertop. “I want to go to bed.” You huffed, leaning back against the mirror. “I know baby, but we gotta get your face clean. You’ll kill me in the morning if you realize I let you sleep in your makeup.” He replied promptly. “And besides, don’t you want to listen to some music? Hmm?” He hummed, gently stroking the outside of your thighs as he stood between them. “Get cleaned up, change into some comfy clothes? You’ve been complaining about wanting to take your bra off since-“ He glanced at a fake watch, “-your 7th shot.” He smiled as you started nodding. “Perfect. Let’s get this party started!” He said, pecking your lips gently before turning on your favorite playlist and grabbing your micellar water to clear off your makeup.

Between the karaoke, you telling your boyfriend the next step of your skincare, and the occasional (read: frequent) kissing, getting your face cleaned took nearly an hour. Neither of you seemed to mind though, enjoying your time together. Once your face was clean, Haechan tried to walk to his side of the vanity to clean your lip gloss from his face from your earlier attack but was stopped as you insisted on doing his skincare just as he helped you. “Don’t get soap in my eyes.” He said, a bit of hesitance in his voice as he leaned over to reach for his products. “I won’t! Have you no faith in me Lee Haechan?” You replied, crossing your arms over your chest. “No. None at all.” He quipped. A hearty laugh vibrated through his body as you feigned offense with a loud gasp and a hand over your heart.

Getting through your boyfriend’s skincare was much quicker as he aided you through the steps. He couldn’t help but smile as he held your waist. He watched your concentrated face as you guided a cotton pad soaked in toner across his freshly washed face. “You’re so pretty when you’re concentrated,” he said softly causing you to pause in your motions. “Stop talking you’re gonna mess me up.” You responded, trying to hide your smile caused by his sudden compliment. “I’m sorry baby. Continue your artistry” he said before pressing his lips to yours. Your grin widened against his lips, as you cupped both sides of his face. The kiss was short lived as you pulled away to finish your tasks. “You should brush your teeth after this. You still taste like soju.” He teased. He let out a loud laugh as your jaw dropped. You swatted at his chest and rolled your eyes playfully. “Bully” You mumbled as he handed you his moisturizer to apply to his face.

“Can we go to bed now?” You turn to your boyfriend after putting your toothbrush in its designated place, starting to walk towards the bed. “Shower first. We’re gross.” Haechan snaked his arm around you, dragging you towards the shower. Moving you to sit on the toilet, he kissed your head again. He turned his back to you to turn on the water, adjusting the temperature to your liking, despite it being just a touch too hot for him. “Let’s get you undressed yea?” Haechan helped you to your feet and wrapped his arms around you. You rested your head on his shoulder, securing your arms around him. Peering over your shoulder, Haechan carefully unzipped your dress, leaving gentle kisses on your shoulder and neck as it dropped to the ground.

Once the two of you are undressed Haechan stepped into the shower, holding both of your hands to guide you under the warm water. A hum of satisfaction left your throat, closing your eyes as you relaxed under the warmth and pressing your back into your boyfriend’s chest. Haechan stood there, arms wrapped loosely around you, enjoying the steam and soft music that filled the bathroom. “I love you.” He whispered to you, before grabbing your body wash. He took his time guiding the soap filled cloth across your skin. “Did you have fun tonight baby?” he asked, patiently waiting for your response. You nodded softly, opening your eyes as you turned to face him. “Yea… It was nice seeing everyone. I enjoyed myself.” You replied, taking the cloth from him, continuing to wash your own body so he could tend to himself. “Did you?” You reciprocated the question. “Of course. We haven’t been out in a while, so it was nice.” He paused briefly. “I also enjoyed seeing you in that dress. You looked beautiful.” He smiled. “You didn’t look too bad yourself.” You added, your smile matching his as you leaned forward, kissing him briefly before turning to rinse the suds off your body.

Your towel clad bodies clamored towards your closet, Haechan refusing to detach himself from you, getting clingier the more tired he got. The two of you couldn’t contain your giggles as you shared stories of the night while you moisturized your bodies. Haechan left gentle kisses on the base of your neck as he rubbed lotion into your back. “You’re moving too slow.” You huff. “I wanna go to bed.” You sighed exasperatedly. “Fine! I’m done,” he said, holding his hands up in surrender. You flashed a grin before walking towards his side of the closet, grabbing a pair of his boxers and a t-shirt. “Thief!” he exclaimed, walking up behind you, and grabbing a pair of boxers for himself. You dressed yourselves before he briskly scooped you into his arms. “Let's get you into bed since you’re so tired.” You grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck. He shook his head, a smile set on his face as he walked to your shared bed. You don’t miss the mischievous change in his grin before he tossed you onto the plush bed. Letting out a grunt as you hit the mattress, you shot him a glare before climbing under the blanket. “You’re so mean to me.” You said as you laid back and closed your eyes. “Yea yea.” He dismissed. “I'll be right back. I'm gonna get you some water and ibuprofen for the morning. You’re gonna need it.” He said, walking out of the room to get a bottle out of the fridge. You waved a hand dismissing him, readily cozied up under your comforter.

A few short minutes passed before Haechan returned with your water. “Here’s your water baby.” He said, setting it down with a pill bottle on your nightstand. He glanced at you after your lack of response and smiled to himself once he noticed you’ve already entered dreamland. “Goodnight my love.” He said softly, kissing your head before climbing into bed, quickly following you into a deep slumber.

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novasintheroom · 4 months

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Morning routine

♡ Pairing - Vash x Reader

♡ Word count - 1k

♡ Warnings - none

♡ Description: Vash is a pain in the morning.

Now part of the 150 Bullets drabble series on AO3.

The sun is rising through the dusty, cream curtains, and Vash is snoring in your ear.

You groan, rolling away as you continue to wake. Vash makes a noise of protest in his throat, blindly reaching for your warmth, settling on the blankets, and pulling them away to burrow in further. The cool air on your arms and legs slaps you awake. You glare over your shoulder at your sleeping man, then, groaning again, stand from bed and head for the inn’s bathroom.

Vash is still snoring away when you emerge, showered and brushing your teeth. You roll your eyes and go over to him, gently slapping his thigh through the tumble of blankets. “Hm?” he says and goes back to sleep. You give your teeth a few brushes, then poke his side. “Hm? What?”

“Get up, we have to leave by eight. Motel rules.”

Vash turns his head toward you, eyes still closed. “What?”

You snort and go spit in the sink. When you’re cleaned up, you come back out. He’s sitting up in bed. His hair is a mess of golden straw, eyes squinting and fighting to open. He looks at you and purses his lips. “It’s six-thirty.”

“Yes, and you take an hour to get ready.”

Vash groans and flops back on the bed. “Do we have to get up? This bed is comfy…” Then, both eyes opening deceptively quick, he says “Come lay down with me, I can hurry and get ready in a bit.”

You lean your weight on one foot and cross your arms. “No, because then you’ll go back to sleep.”

“Please?” He does his best puppy-eyes, lip wibbling. “I never get to cuddle with you…”

That’s a fat lie. This man is a cuddle bug and takes any chance he can to prove it. “No.”

He sits back up. There’s determination in his eyes now; he’s set on winning this. “I won’t fall asleep! Promise! Just fifteen minutes!” He sighs when you shake your head. “Ten minutes? Eight!...Six?”

“I wanna beat the heat. You’re not getting your cuddles – “ You’re cut off when he reaches out and snags your wrist, pulling you bodily back into bed. He’s so quick. Despite your protests, he flips you on your back and lays on top of you. “Vash!”

But he burrows into your neck. His hair is soft, going to your nose and making it tickle. You huff as he gets comfortable, feeling all his weight press you into the mattress. “Ah, you’re nice and warm,” he murmurs. He takes a big inhale through his nose. “You smell good too.”

“You’re such a pain,” you mutter. “Five minutes. That’s it.”

You feel more than hear his laugh. He presses a chaste kiss to your jaw, humming in contentment and nestling back into your shoulder.

A sigh escapes. Well, five minutes isn’t bad. You reach a hand up and start rubbing his back through his shirt. You feel all the bumps of his scars, the metal plates and wires holding him together. He says they itch a lot. You scrub lightly with your nails, careful, and smile at his hum. Minutes pass by like this. You’re not sure how long. But Vash is happy, and that warms your heart.

“Stampede, you’re such a sap.” You say, and smirk as you feel him still on top of you.

“Take it back,” he mutters into your skin. You blow air out of your nose. He pinches your side, and you squeal. “Take it back!”

“What? You’re the ‘Stampede,’ aren’t you?” You bite your tongue to keep from giggling.

He catches it, though. Vash shifts to rest his chin on your chest, bright blues glaring at you. “Not to you. That’s not my name to you!”

You reach up and brush a hand through his hair. “Oh, you mean ‘Humanoid Typhoon?’ AH!”

Vash sits up and pins your legs down with his hips. You struggle underneath, but his hands are already moving. The tickle attack begins. Your laughter rings out fully. His hands poke your sides, wriggle under your armpits, the crook of your neck.

“Vash! Ha-ha-ha-ha! St-ah-ha-hap! Stop!”

He lets out a few laughs, hands digging into your sides ferociously. “That’s not it! You know that’s not it!”

“That’s your name!” You try slapping his hands away, but he catches them and holds them above your head. He leans down and snorts into your neck before starting to bite at it. It’s just ticklish enough. “Vash!”

“Take it back,” is all he says, using his free hand to tickle under your knees. The shriek you let out has Vash laughing all the harder, and he moves to your thighs. You’re squirming, shaking, trying to gain the upper hand – but Vash is too strong. It’s like he’s holding down a little bug to play with.

A Mayfly.

“Say it!” He’s back at your neck biting where he can. His morning stubble scratches your skin. You squish his nose trying to scrunch your neck up. “I’m not stopping ‘til you do!”

“Birdie! Baby!” You finally relent, a few tears leaking out of your eyes and your laughs turning to wheezes. “Love! Sw-sweetheart!”

Suddenly, there’s banging on the wall next to your head. Your antics are apparently bothering whoever is renting the next room. Vash pauses and looks guiltily toward it.

Taking in gasping breaths, you cough, “Oh, you’re in trouble.”

He finally releases you after giving you a look, his smile following. “You started it.”

“Whatever!” You push him off, slapping his shoulder as he laughs and gets up from the bed. “Go get ready already!”

“Alright, alright.” He picks through his sack by the door to gather clean clothes and some soap. The bathroom door closes, and you’re left to recover from the tickle attack. Your sides hurt, your throat is sore.

He's such a pain in the morning. And you love him all the more for it.

#trigun #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #tristamp #writing #self insert #reader insert #vash x reader #nova writes #vash the stampede x reader #150 bullets #my writing

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tinandabin · 2 years

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What would the Hashiras do in a situation similiar to "Veronica open the door please" and reader is just calm and try to think way to escape while ignoring the hashiras aggresively knocking the door

This sounds really cool ngl, but it's also scary at the same time. PLEASE DONT LEAVE BCUZ OF NO PARAGRAPH BREAKS, I SWEAR TUMBLR ISNT LETTING ME. PLEASE.

Trigger warnings: yandere behaviour, panic attack, mentions of human body parts, dead bodies, and many more.

"[Name], my love, please open the door. You are worrying us all," Kyojuro calmly asked for you to open the door, in his usual cherry voice, his smile seemed forced and he was anxiously holding his haori/cape.

"You think that brat will open the door so fucking easily?" Sanemi scoffed at Kyojuro as Kyojuro's eye twitched, Sanemi is a little bitch. "Open the goddamn door!!" Sanemi screamed at you, while you were inside the room trying to take deep breaths and stop the tears rolling down your face as you hurriedly looked for a way to get out. As soon as Sanemi's voice reached you, you flinched and threw something at the door thinking they broke in.

"What was...that sound? Did [Name]-Chan hurt herself?! Oh my God, [Name]-Chan, please open the door!!" Mitsuri gasped at the sudden sound and paranoid thoughts started filling her mind, did you fall? Did you cut your hand? What if you hurt your head? In a panic, she started banging at the door.

Sobs filled the room as Shinobu and Obanai tried to get Mitsuri to stop crying, while the others continued trying to persuade you to open the door.

No matter how many reassuring words they told you, no matter how many promises they made that they wouldn't hurt you, you didn't believe them. You don't trust them. Who can even trust them?

There was no possible escape from this room, other than the door. You searched every corner, no vents, no windows, not even a bathroom attached to it. And not to add it's so stuffy here. The air smells dusty, filled with the smell of...dead bodies, and flies flying around the room mindlessly bumping into things. The room was filled with spider webs and cardboard boxes.

'Maybe I could find something useful in the boxes,' You thought as you carefully went towards one of the boxes and opened it, and surprisingly it was easy to open. As if it had been recently used. As soon as you opened the box, the ugly odor filled the room. Coughing slightly, you looked in the box. To see multiple..fingers, eyeballs, and so many more human body parts.

Suddenly the Hashiras heard a loud thud as you fell to the floor, taking sharp intakes of breath, and oh God, you can't fucking breathe. Fresh tears cascaded down your face as your heart picked up its speed. Your hands started trembling as you desperately started clawing at your skin, wanting to get the image out of your head.

After hearing the loud thud and your whimpers, without a thought, the Hashiras broke the door and immediately went towards you.

"[Name]-San, what happened? What's wrong?" Shinobu softly asked you as she tried to caress your face, which resulted in you scooting away from her. She let her hand down sadly as she looked at you.

"Hey, [Name], talk to me," Muichiro said as he walked towards you, and he was probably the one you could at least tolerate and one of your best comfort sources at this moment. Muichiro sat down next to you and hugged you, hiding your face in his clothes. He started running his fingers through your hair, trying his best to calm you down.

All the while this was going on, Giyuu and Sanemi were trying to guess what caused you to be like this. Of course, as soon as Giyuu's keen eye caught the sight of the open box, it was all clear what you saw. Grunting, Sanemi harshly closed the box.

"I told you all, we shouldn't have put the box here. [Name] comes here often.." Giyuu said while looking at your pitiful form.

Sanemi rolled his eyes and kindly told him to fuck off.

Shinobu took an injection from her medical toolbox and injected you with it. Your surroundings started fading away, and soon enough you were knocked out in Muichiro's hold.

Before you were knocked out, you heard one last thing.

"What happened, my children?"

MASTERLIST

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delilahcalicocat · 12 days

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Can i request a Cody Rhodes x reader where reader gets attacked by a WWE worker while entering Cody's bus but Pharaoh saves her by attacking the worker. Reader then tries to hide it from Cody but he finds out from the medical team who treated reader, Cody then goes after that worker.

A/N: Of course! Thank you for asking! <3

💙~No One messes with her~❤️

{Rating: Fluff}

{Warnings: Crying, Mentions of blood, Harassment, Fighting, Injury, Panic, Dog attacks, Biting}

{Pairing: Cody Rhodes x Fem!Reader}

RAW had just ended, you snuck away to get back to Cody's bus to slip out of your uncomfortable heels

Cody was always very worried about you, he didn't notice you'd left until Jey caught on to it.

You went to climb the bus stairs, until someone's hand gripped your ankle.

Your heart sank to your stomach when you saw it was Axel, the weirdest WWE Crew Member ever.

He was always obsessed with you no matter how much you said you weren't interested.

He cut your arm with a knife he had, you were panicked.

You thought of how to escape this, you truly thought this was how you'd die.

Until you remembered the bus door was open.

You looked towards the door and shouted

"Pharaoh!" As you finished the sentence, the big white dog rushed towards the man you'd been attacked by.

The dog bit the man a couple times until he ran off.

You patted Pharaoh on the head and put him back in the bus.

By the time you'd gotten Pharaoh back in the bus for safety, Jey Uso and Sami Zayn had found you.

They immediately snuck you past the backstage party so Cody wouldn't notice and you'd be treated for your injury.

You'd been bleeding from the arm pretty decently by the time you were sat down to get help

After 20 stitches, you were allowed to leave the medical office.

You then went to Cody

"Hey! I'm back from the bathroom-" You spoke

"Uh.. Y/N, why are you wearing your thick sweater? Didn't you literally say it was too hot for it a couple hours ago?" He asked

"Oh.. I got a little cold from the Air conditioner on the way back" You lied

"Whatever- I'll be right back, I have to go check on Pharaoh-" He said

You tried not to panic but decided to stay there, Jey and Sami were right next to you. It was too dangerous to go back outside.

Meanwhile, Cody was headed towards the exit until a girl from medical caught his attention

"Uh, Mr.Rhodes! Your girlfriend Y/N got attacked, she received 20 stitches-" the girl spoke

"What. Y/N got fucking attacked?!" You heard his voice from down the hall

"Oh Shit, Y/N you should probably go-" Jey spoke

"Yeah, I'm gonna go.." You groaned running Down the hallway

You found Cody standing by the exit, fuming.

"Cody!" You spoke

"Y/N. Explain what the actual fuck happened." Cody Said

"Oh.. Cody, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I went to get my other shoes because my heels were killing my feet but instead I got attacked by That weird Crew member.. if it weren't for Pharaoh, I would've got hurt worse.." You spoke with tears welling in your eyes

"Axel.. Fucking attacked you, and you didn't tell me?" He questioned

"I was fucking panicked and this kind of shit scares me Codes.." You sighed

"It's fine. I'm just glad Pharaoh defended and saved you." Cody spoke

He walked you out to his bus and told you to stay there with Pharaoh.

You sat down, a million thoughts racing through your mind

Cody walked back inside the building

"Hey, Jey. You seen Axel round?" He asked

"I think I saw him go that way." Sami Said pointing towards the hall to Cody's left

"Thanks Sami." Cody said walking down said hall

It didn't take long to find Axel, Cody then started a fight with Axel.

Luckily Axel didn't have his knife, because it was taken from your arm by medical

Before Cody got pulled off Axel by Jey and You, Cody managed to give Axel a bloody nose.

"Jesus, Calm down man." Jey said

"No one messes with my girl." Cody said

"Ok I understand that, but you Finna bout to get in trouble Uce." Jey said

"Come on troublemaker, let's get back to the bus before anything else happens" you said, adjusting Cody's tie

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sidekick-hero · 3 months

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(steddie | explicit | 563 words | tags: vampire!eddie, blood drinking, smut, established relationship, part 2 of Love from the other side | AO3 | @steddielovemonth prompt Love is being late to work because you can’t ever say goodbye in a reasonable amount of time by @sharpbutsoft and well as @steddieholidaydrabbles pop-up event for Valentine's Day)

"I swear to God, Eddie, if you don't touch me right now -" Steve's threat is cut off by a broken moan as Eddie's teeth sink into the tender inside of his thigh, his hair tickling Steve's balls and leaking cock.

The first suck has him arching off the bed before strong hands pin him back down. Their grip is like steel, rendering him utterly helpless, unable to escape the deadly predator that is currently drinking his blood straight from his veins.

It only makes him moan louder.

Another deep suck from Eddie's teeth and then the feeling of his tongue licking off the remaining blood dripping from the wound is the sweetest torture known to man and Steve is sure he'll lose his mind any second. His body is littered with bite marks, swirling across his body like beauty marks.

Love bites.

That's what they are, Steve thinks, even if they haven't said it yet. Eddie carves it into his skin, pours it into his veins, so that Steve's heart can pump Eddie's love into every single cell of his body.

It's worth coming to work late almost every day for the last month.

Eddie needs to feed. Before Steve, he got his blood from God knows where, sometimes going days without. It's manageable, but it weakens him. Makes him vulnerable to other vampires to attack him.

To kill him.

Steve found Eddie bleeding out on his bathroom floor once, and he doesn't want that to ever happen again.

So he feeds Eddie his own blood before leaving him for twelve hours or more to go to work. Every day, enough to keep Eddie going, but not so much that Steve feels the effects. The fluids he gives himself during his breaks also help.

Only it is never just feeding with Eddie.

It's the teasing, cold fingertips dancing across his heated skin until goose bumps cover him from head to toe.

It's the exploration of soft lips, learning every inch of his body anew every day, as if the shifting of atoms is reason enough to get him reacquainted.

It's the need that pulsates through Steve's veins, calling with every beat of his wayward heart for a creature of the night to sink its sharp teeth into his willing flesh.

It's the worship of Steve's welcoming body and heart and soul as Eddie sinks into him with his teeth and tongue, his fingers and cock.

It's making love.

"What was it you were going to say?" Eddie asks, his blood-stained grin wild and beautiful.

It's hard to catch his breath and still sound reprimanding. "I said touch me already or I'll have to finish this without your help because I can't be late for work again."

Clicking his tongue, Eddie crawls up his body until his face hovers over Steve's. Thinking Eddie is about to kiss him, Steve lifts his head to catch his lips, but Eddie has other plans as he bypasses them to lean in close to where Steve's pulse sings just beneath his skin. Eddie takes a deep breath of Steve's scent, his nose following the vein all the way to Steve's ear.

"But sweetheart," he purrs with his lips pressed against the shell, "where would be the fun in that?"

Eddie's teeth sink into his neck at the same time as his lube coated cock sinks into his body and Steve thinks that it is so fucking worth being late for work again.

#steddie #steddie smut #steddie fanfiction #vampire!eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things fanfiction #steddielovemonth #day 14 #Love is being late to work because you can’t ever say goodbye in a reasonable amount of time #nsft #my writing

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arafilez · 2 months

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☆ ⼂ PUNCH THE WALL ﹗two

ꔫㅤㅤ ❜ [ skz hhj, hjs, ksm, yjn x any reader . pt2 to this ] ㅤ⋆ ㅤangst, estb. relationship ㅤ warnings arguing, moderate cursing, and anxiety attack ㅤ﹢ㅤ0.2k per member wc

◗ ៹ HWANG HYUNJIN ›

Hyunjin splashes his paint to the canvas to create an effect but he knew his anger was accelerating it somehow. He is angry at himself for getting all riled up instead of comforting you. The fear that has been grasping him since your hit has slowly dissolved to annoyance in himself and his trust.

Getting up he pushes the pallette away with force and takes off his smock throwing it to the corner. Tomorrow is laundry day anyway, he thinks before he leaves and walks towards the shared bedroom. His attempt is futile as he feels you bump to him and he stills himself before catching you so you don’t trip.

“Hyun-" your voice dies down in your throat as he presses his lips to yours in a desperate kiss. You stumble lightly from the pressure but Hyunjin holds your hands lightly before parting and says, “Sorry for that, I didn’t know how to fix it.” Your remorse dissolves into a giddy feeling as you mouth an ‘I am sorry’ and Hyunjin kisses it right out of your mouth. Again.

◗ ៹ HAN JISUNG ›

Jisung’s breath becomes normal as you follow the regular procedure his doctor has advised you about. His fingers which were formerly clutching your shirt are now loosening and you feel relief flooding your veins as his sobs reduce to light sniffles. You hold him tightly and your hands run through his hair trying to calm him more.

A few minutes later, Han looks up and it pains you to see his tear-stained face and you slowly dab under his eyes with your sleeves. “I am sorry,” you whisper and his hold tightens around you as he blubbers, “Please don’t leave me.”

Your heart clenches at his voice as you feel his head rest against you and you reply, “I won’t ever.” “Okay,” he replies and you stay in his embrace as long as he holds you. Because all you could want is to never let him go.

◗ ៹ KIM SEUNGMIN ›

Your sobs have died down but you keep sitting in the bathroom and look at the full-length mirror Seungmin had installed. There you are, a red-eyed monster who punches walls in anger. The gears shift in your mind and a stray tear rolls down your cheek as Seungmin’s expression paints over your mind again and again.

He is probably going to leave you now.

You jump lightly in surprise, feeling Seungmin’s familiar scent inside and quickly rub your eyes. Looking up, you see him walking towards you, sitting beside you, and saying, “Don’t overthink.” Two words. And suddenly you throw himself in his arms and your sobs return choking your voice while you desperately try to apologise. Seungmin shushes you and caresses your back as he holds you tightly. He quietly starts to tell you how he should have consoled you but you don’t let him talk too much as you peck him lightly and he stares at you with his bug puppy eyes before kissing you properly.

◗ ៹ YANG JEONGIN ›

You look at the clock and worry takes over your features as your boyfriend still doesn’t return from his walk. He had just muttered lightly about going before leaving through the door three hours ago. You had refrained from calling him knowing you messed up a lot but as the clock strikes twelve you reach for your phone and dial his number.

You expect it to go to voicemail so when Jeongin’s voice flows through the speaker you are more than surprised. You sit up straight and let your voice not quiver as you ask, “Where are you? It has been three hours.” He hums lightly and you hear a distant “thank you” from him as your brows furrow in confusion before you hear his answer, “Picking up our favourite take-away.”

“Oh,” you say and he adds, “Don’t worry, I am on my way home.” He cuts the call and you stare at the door forever until you hear the lock click and you jump up. As soon as the door swings you hurry over and hug him tightly as tears escape your eyes. He hugs you back, the boxes poking your skin but you don’t care as you feel him smiling against your neck.

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ponyosmom35 · 9 months

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you're alive?

Simon ghost Riley x reader

Synopsis: reader and Simon were engaged, planning their wedding when he was KIA. four months later she is nearly taken hostage by Makrov and saved by his team. She sees him for the first time and passes out. The next day she wakes up in Simon’s room with bandages on her.

Warnings: angstttttt, mentions of death, mentions of body image issues, panic attack

She wakes up in a cold sweat, her mind racing as she looks around the room. After several seconds she recognizes Simon’s body armor hanging up on the door and gasps in shock. It was real, he wasn’t dead. She sits up, cringing at the pain in her shoulder and leg. Ignoring the pain she gets out of the bed, she needed to see him. She needed to see his eyes. Her mind refused to admit that this was real, her Simon wasn’t gone. She takes a deep breath and walks into the bathroom, she stares at herself.

She had a bruise on her cheek and her eyes were puffy and red with fresh tears threatening to escape. Her hair had been brushed through and the blood on her face was cleaned up. She shivers knowing who would’ve done that. She notices the bandage on her shoulder and the other on her thigh. She’d been in her underwear and a tank top. She searches around, finding a pair of his boxers and her shirt she’d been wearing. She notices that it had been washed and shakes her head. Simon’s love language was acts of service. She sniffles as she picks up one of the shirts from the closet, she smells it, inhaling his scent. Tears stream down her face as she crumbles to the floor. Why would he do this? Why would he lie.

She was furious. After going through four months of agony he shows up out of nowhere to ‘save her’. She stands to her feet and walks out of the door. She could hear voices coming from the kitchen and she walks in. Her breath leaves her body as she sees his frame, back facing her. She recognized it in an instant. Soaps eyes catch her own and he cuts himself off mid sentence.

“Goodmorning sunshine, how ya feelin?” he tries

All of the men turn to look at her their eyes widening. Simon hesitates before turning to face her, his mask concealing his beautiful face. As he stares at her her mind spins. She’s hit with intense relif and fury. She was so fucking happy to see him. All of those nights she spent crying herself to sleep, all of the breakdowns all fade away. He was here, her Simon was alive! Tears fill her eyes as she stares at him, unable to move.

“We’ll give you guys a second” Price says, as they all walk out of the room, leaving the couple alone.

“love”

“You’re alive” she says

“I have so much I need to say to you” he says stepping forward, she takes two steps back holding her arm up. He stops instantly, his heart screaming in pain at the rejection. Though he understood it.

“I don’t want to hear another goddamn word out of your mouth you fucking asshole!” she yells.

She walks over to him and shoves him as hard as she could, he steps back in surprise as she does it again and again. “I thought you were dead! I mourned you!” she yells

“I’m sorry” he says softly

“Your words mean nothing to me anymore Simon!” she says pushing him again. He catches her hands and holds them gently as she begins to hyperventilate. “Take a deep breath for me”

“No fuck you! Keep your fucking hands off of me!” she says pushing him back once more.

Unable to hold herself together any longer she lets out a sob as she hurries back to the room she’d woken up in. She collapses against the door and crumbles. Sobs wrack through her body uncontrollably. The one person she trusted enough to work her through this was the one who broke her heart. Was she not good enough? Did he fall out of love? Was she too boring? Not skinny enough, pretty enough? She’d never been enough for anyone, not her own parents. They’d always preferred Emma, the star athlete, the one who signed up to serve the country. She never excelled in school or sports. She was always overweight.

Until Simon. He changed everything. She’d never felt so seen, so admired, so loved. Though he didn’t say it often, he showed it every single day. He breathed for her and she knew that. Yet her mind coudn’t comprehend any other reason he might have faked his death. It had to have been something she did.

Her eyes were nearly swollen shut after several hours of crying. She’d sat in the bed staring at the ceiling all night long. Occasional tears dripping down her cheeks. Her body ached and she was exhausted. Her anxiety was at an all time high and she wanted to know what was going on, why was she here? Why was she taken? Why did Simon fake his death? Yet she coudn’t bring herself to face him once more.

He’d dropped off breakfast outside of her door this morning, but she hadn’t been able to force herself out of bed to get it. She was not hungry, she felt sick to her stomach. Her heart torn in two as she wanted nothing more than to go to him. Knowing that he was the only person in the world that could sooth her mind.

Simon walks to her door carefully holding a plate of food for her. He sighs noticing the other plate he left in the same spot, uneaten. His heart beats wildly as he knocks on the door, opening it slightly.

“love?” he asks

“Go away” she snaps

“You need to eat”

“I’m not hungry”

Simon enters the room anyways, setting the plate on the tabel. He finds her sitting on the bed with her back pressed into the wall. It was obvious that she had not slept, and spent most of the night crying. He felt sick knowing that he put her in this position. The last thing he’d ever want to do is hurt her.

“Get out” she responds, staring at him in anger

“I need to check on your wounds” he says walking over to her. “They’re fine”

“please” he mutters, she stares at him and her heartbreaks. “Okay, but I wanna see Simon, not ghost” she says

He nods and takes the mask off, setting it off to the side. She inahels sharply seeing his full face again. He had a few cuts healing on his skin but he looked perfect. She lays her leg on the bed, outstretched. Simon gently picks up her leg and throws it over his lap. He peels off the wrap and looks at the angry wound. He sighs and pours some disinfectant on a towel. “This is gonna hurt” he warns

She nods and Simon places it against her wound, she tenses up instantly and bites her lip to refrain from making any sound. The feeling of his hands on her skin made tears fill her eyes. He was so gentle, like this was hurting him more than her. He works quickly and wraps it up. He looks into her eyes, seeing the tears. “Im sorry, but I gotta do the next one too”

She crosses her legs and allows him to move closer to her. He carefully moves her hair behind her back and pushes her shirt to the side. She shutters at how close he was, hating how her body yearned for him.

“Why did you do this?” she asks

He looks up at her in surprise, his continues to clean her wound “we started a new mission, got intel that he knew about my past, he knew about you. He had addresses and photos. I knew that someone would connect you to me at some point so I had to take myself out of the situation. He woudln’t come after you if he knew I was dead. You would be safe.”

“You didn’t once stop to think I should know that you weren’t dead?”

“It needed to be real, he needed to be convinced”

“I’m glad my grief was convinving” she snaps

“I know it doens’t make sense, but I did this to keep you safe”

“They found me anyways, how does that keep me safe?” she asks

“They went after you because I killed one the leaders son, he saw me”

“Fuck Si” she responds

“I never wanted this, I fucking hate how much I’ve hurt you. But I needed to make sure you were safe. That is my priority. I had no other option. I’m so fucking sorry that you’ve been hurt once again because of me. You deserve so much more”

“I understand why you did this, but I’m still furious” she admits

“I don’t blame you. Once this is over and I know that you’re safe, you’ll never have to see me again. Just let me fix this”

“What?!” she snaps, she stands looking at him. His height nearly matching her’s as he sat on the bed staring at her. “How dare you Simon!”

“Wha-”

“So you think that after this is over you just disappear again? Over my fucking dead body, you don’t get to leave again! We started a life together! I will never be ready to give that up! I thought you were dead for four months Simon, I wanted to die without you. Now that by some fucking mircle I have you back, you think that I’m gonna let you leave? You don’t get to make that choice for us, because I will always choose you!”

“love”

“If you don’t love me anymore then by all means leave!” she yells, he stands to his feet staring down at her as he grips her arm “but don’t use my safety as an excuse”

“I love you more than anything in this world, you are everything to me” he responds. His words were simple, yet there was so much meaning behind them. Simon had never been known to speak more than he had to. He had a hard time admitting his feelings, he preferred to show how much he cared through acts of service and gift giving. Words were never his strength. But she didn’t need a long monologue about how much he loved her, how much he needed her. She just had to what those simple three words.

she surprises him by wrapping her arms around his torso. She buries her head in his chest as she tries to stifle her sobbing. Simon holds onto her tightly, hand burrowed in her hair. He backs up to the bed and sits, pulling her into him once more. She wraps her arms around his neck.

“Fuck I missed you” he says into her shoulder

“If you ever do that to me again I will cut your dick off” she warns

“Yes ma’am” he responds kissing her head.

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dreamescapeswriting · 2 years

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Stray Kids Reaction || Anxiety Attack About Work [Request]

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - June 2022

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TW: Contains descriptions of anxiety/and panic attacks. Please do not read if it makes you uncomfortable.

I DO NOT OWN THE GIFS! GIFS BELONG TO ORIGINAL CREATORS

CHAN:

Chan instantly knew that there was something wrong when he realised you hadn't gone to work for the fourth day in a row so he called in sick and told his manager he'd work from home.

"Chan?" You questioned a little confused as to why he was still home when you came down from the bedroom, he smiled at you and pointed to the table.

"I made us breakfast," He said as if it was the most normal thing ever for him to still be here. Usually, you'd wake up and he would have left for work and left a note telling you to have a good day,

"What are you still doing here?" You didn't mean for it to sound as harsh as it did, you just didn't want him to be missing important work days if it was because of you.

"I know when there's something wrong, so I called in sick." He smiled at you as he turned off the oven, pouring you both a hot drink as he got everything ready. Your heart swelled at the thought of him knowing something was wrong without you even saying a word to him.

"But...You never call in sick, even when you're sick and can't move."

"You need me so we're going to sit and talk about it," He smiled as he plated up the food and came over to the table, sitting beside you as you teared up a little.

"Tell me what's going on," He whispered as he ran his thumb along your cheek, wiping away the tears that were already beginning to escape from your eyes.

"I-I can't do it," You suddenly stuttered out as you began crying hysterically, everything you had been keeping bottled up for months finally spilling over. Chan wasted no time in wrapping his arms around you and bringing you to sit on his lap, his hands rubbing your lower back as you continued to cry into his neck.

"Let it out, it's okay." He whispered as he began to listen to everything that had been bothering you for the last few months.

"The hours...T-They keep making me do all of these neverending shifts and then...F-Fuck, then they get annoyed if I say no," You sniffled as you screwed your eyes shut. Your whole body was trembling as Chan held you, he hated seeing you this way but he knew exactly how to help you when you got an anxiety attack this bad. He just wish he'd noticed before it had gotten too bad,

"Cut down on your hours, do part-time." He told you as you finally began to breathe normally again, your thoughts of worrying starting to subside just a little.

"What? I-I can't. I have bills to pay, I need this job," You wiped your eyes as he looked at you,

"Take part-time hours, I can help out. Then maybe we'll find you a different job, something that doesn't leave you like this." He suggested as he pulled a glass of water over and handed it to you, smiling as you took a sip from it and nodded your head. Part-time did sound a lot better than all of the stress that your job was giving you.

"If I'm being honest, I already applied for another job...I-I'm just waiting to hear back," He nodded at you,

"Are you hungry? Or shall I run you a nice hot bubble bath?" He questioned as you laid your head on his shoulder, feeding him a little before you ate some of the food for yourself.

"Bath after we've eaten," You suggested as he nodded his head and helped you eat your food.

MINHO:

As soon as Minho saw you on the floor of the bathroom shaking he dropped down on his knees and pulled you into his arms. His aftershave made you whimper as you realised he'd found you even after you'd tried to keep yourself hidden away from him.

"Hey, shh. You're going to be okay." He whispered as he rubbed your back, your hands gripping so tightly onto his arms you were sure you'd probably left marks on his skin but Minho didn't care. All he cared about was making sure you got through this anxiety attack.

You gasped for air as you tried to calm yourself down, just listening to the way Minho was breathing, trying to ground yourself with him and the smell of his aftershave. It felt good to have his arms wrapped so tightly around you, although you were still having a hard time it felt incredibly good to have him there with you making it bearable.

"What happened?" He whispered as you both sat on the bathroom floor, you sniffled a little as you wiped your cheek to stop the tears from falling. It was everything all at once for you, everything you didn't think was bothering you until the last minute. The late nights, the extra-long hours, the lack of support that you were getting from your managers...Just everything to do with the workplace.

"Work, it's just got me a little stressed," You lied, looking over at the clock on the wall only to realise you were already late for your first shift but you didn't care. You never wanted to show up there again if it was making you feel this way,

"I'd say a lot more than a little," He whispered as he kept you firmly pressed against him, he wasn't going to let you go to work.

"I-I don't want to go anymore, I can't do it Minho," You sniffled again as you felt tears rolling down your cheeks, Minho nodded as he kissed your cheek softly.

"Then don't. Hand in your notice." He said it as if it was nothing as if it was the easiest thing in the world to do. As if you didn't have bills to pay and food to buy,

"What?"

"I'm serious, hand in your notice. We'll work on getting you another job later...For now, you need to rest and heal." You shook your head at him, if you could do that you would but you were never going to rely on anyone else for your bills and food.

"Minho...That's a lot...I mean, I still need to support myself,

"You can lean on me for a while until you're ready to go back into work." He smiled warmly at you as you looked down at your hands. It was a lot to ask of Minho to care for you but he was already going to do it, he knew you needed time to rest and get ready for another job.

"One month," You told him as he nodded at you, pressing his lips to the side of your head as you both got up from the floor slowly.

CHANGBIN:

"Yn? I thought you left..." Changbin said as he walked into the living room to find you staring at the floor. It had been an hour since you told him that you were heading out to work but you just couldn't do it. You couldn't get yourself out of the door and force yourself to go to the job that filled you with so much anxiety.

"I can't." You whispered as you tried to bring your breathing back down to normal, your chest tightening as you thought about going to a job that you hated, a job that made you feel as though it was sucking the life out of you.

"Did your car break?" Changbin asked innocently as he came closer to you, suddenly stopping when he saw how upset you were. Crying and breathing heavily, he rushed to you and brought you into his arms. He wasn't an idiot, he knew what this was the moment he saw you. He'd been with you for long enough to know how to bring you down from an anxiety attack,

"I can't go...I just can't," You sniffled as he continued to rub your back softly, letting you cry everything out as he continued to hold you in his arms. The thing was, with Changbin by your side you found your attacks a lot more endurable to get through, it felt a lot easier to get through than being alone.

"Breathe, baby, just breathe," He whispered as you continued trying to coach yourself through breathing, but it felt as though the air inside of your lungs had turned to lead. Not to mention every time you took in a deep breath it felt as though you were only sucking enough air through a tiny straw.

Gradually, with Changbin's help, you felt your breathing return to normal and your trembling stopped as you smiled a little at Changbin,

"Thanks," You whispered as he handed you a small bottle of water and rubbed the back of your neck softly,

"Do you want to talk about what's bothering you?" You glanced at him, you only had a few weeks left at work before you would leave for your next job but you hadn't told Changbin that yet. You'd been wanting to keep it a surprise,

"I-I'm leaving work, but ever since they found out they've been more awful to me than usual. Forcing me into taking later and longer shifts as well as not giving me any support while I'm working," You wiped your face with a tissue and shook your head,

"It just got a little too much," He smiled weakly as he rubbed your back softly,

"Don't go today. Fuck them," He said softly making you laugh a little, you'd thought about it many times. Just not going back in because you wanted to spite them but the place needed as many workers as it could get.

"I'll not go today but I'll go tomorrow." You whispered as you laid your head down on his shoulder, a headache was starting to build up behind your eyes.

"Good, I'll take the day off too and we can sit and chill together. Okay?" You smiled and nodded your head at him.

HYUNJIN:

Hyunjin came into his bedroom at the doors to find you crying on the edge of his bed,

"Baby?!" He yelled out, kneeling in front of you as you shook your head at him, your feet bouncing against the floor.

"I-I can't breathe," you cried out as Hyunjin looked at you with wide eyes, he'd known about your anxiety but he'd never dealt with you during an attack before.

"It's going to be okay. I-I know it feels like you can't breathe but you can." He coxed out as he rubbed your arms softly, your eyes staying locked on his as you could see how worried he was about this. You didn't know where else to go, when you'd left home for work you couldn't do it so you came to the dorms.

"I-I couldn't go...I couldn't go to work," You stuttered out as he nodded at you,

"It's okay baby, just breathe for me, okay? Just try and breathe." You nodded trying to follow him as he took in deep calming breaths as he tried to coach you through it all.

"Copy me," He whispered to you as you leaned into him, trying to force your lungs into action but it felt as though nothing was working. Every breath felt jagged and hard to take in and your head was starting to feel light. You knew you were going to pass out which in turn made you panic enough more.

"Fuck it," He whispered before kissing you suddenly and just like that everything stopped. The worrying and nagging voice in your head was forced to focus on the fact that Hyunjin was kissing you and holding you tight.

"Thank you," You whispered when he pulled back. The kiss was enough to break the flow of thoughts and triggers,

"I saw it on TV," He chuckled as he held your face in his hands, wiping your cheeks as you sniffled a little.

"I bet I look like a mess," You mumbled softly as he shook his head at you,

"Never, you'll always look beautiful to me." He told you before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Both of you lay down for a while as you came down from your attack.

JISUNG:

Jisung had experienced a few anxity attacks himself before so he knew the signs when he saw them. You'd been unable to sleep for a while, you'd been more snappy with people around you than usual and you were having trouble concentrating on anything. When he walked into the bedroom and found you leaning over with your face in your hands he knew what was going on.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm right here," He said softly as he sat down beside you, wrapping his arms around and pulling you close. He knew from experience that having someone close to you, someone you trusted, was one of the ways that could help bring you down from your attack.

"I'm sorry," You stuttered out, completely embarrassed that Jisung was seeing you like this. It had almost been a month since your last attack, you thought things were slowly starting to get better.

"Don't be silly," He whispered as he continued to kiss the top of your head and keep you pressed against him.

"I knew it was coming," He told you as he began to tell you all of the signs he'd been seeing.

"T-Tell me something, anything." You whispered, begging him to take your mind away from everything that was bothering you so he did. Jisung started by telling you about what he and the boys were working on, as well as hinting at what was happening in the new Skz-Code episodes until finally, it felt as though your lungs were starting to work properly.

"You're doing great," He said as he rubbed your back softly,

"I love you," You said as you looked up at him and took in a deep breath, finally happy you could breathe normally again.

"Tell me everything that happened," He said as he got up from the bed and took you down to go and get some food.

FELIX:

Felix knew of your anxiety, he'd known from the moment he met you and he was always doing whatever he could to help you whenever it got bad.

"Baby? I made us both some brownies while I was with the boys!" He called out happily to the house but there was no response. It was weird, usually, you were home before him and ready to hear about his day but you were nowhere in sight.

"Yn?" He called out as he began to head up the stairs to the bedroom, gasping when he found you laying on the floor crying to yourself, your arms wrapped around your body as you felt yourself struggling to breathe. Your head clouded with so many thoughts you felt yourself slowly going crazy,

"Shit, Yn. I'm here," He whispered as he laid down behind you, spooning you from behind as you continued to tremble in his arms with sweat dripping down your forehead. He had no idea how long you'd been like this but he knew he needed to get you to calm down.

"Baby, how long have you been like this?" He whispered as you shook your head, you couldn't speak. Your throat was so dry and all you could think about was how much trouble you were going to be in tomorrow when you went to work.

"T-They're gonna f-fire me," You stuttered out as you screwed your eyes shut, imagining the way they were going to yell at you in front of everyone. Your mind making everything scarier than it needed to be as you gasped for air, Felix whispered sweet things into your ears as he rubbed your back.

"I'm not going anywhere baby, just breathe for me." He could question you about your comment later when you'd calmed down and he would be able to make sense of what you were saying,

"Everything is going to be okay." He repeated as he continued to cox you through the anxiety attack, your whole body ached as you tried to concentrate on nothing but the sound of his voice. The way he was trying to calm you and bring you out into the light.

You slowly sat up from the floor and smiles weakly at Felix, your chest was killing you from the way your heart had been racing and you looked down at the time. The two of you had been laying there for almost two hours,

"You okay?" He whispered, running his hand over your cheek as you nodded slowly, you were exhausted.

"Sleepy," You whispered before sniffling and wiping your cheeks on your sleeves to try and remove the tears that were still there,

"I fucked up at work...I-I lost us this amazing client and-"

"They won't fire you for that, I promise you baby and if they do we'll take them to court," He promised making you laugh a little knowing full-well that Felix would do that for you,

"I just got so scared," You whispered as he dragged you back into his arms, pressing his lips to your shoulders as he got you to talk through everything that was worrying you whilst reassuring you it would be perfectly okay.

SEUNGMIN:

"What are you doing?" Seungmin laughed only to stop himself as soon as you looked up at him with pleading eyes. You were gasping for air and crying heavily, sweat dripping down your forehead as he dropped to his knees beside you. You'd text him an hour ago telling him you'd walked out of work and he'd done everything he could to leave the boys early so he could come and talk to you about it all.

"I'm right here, focus on my voice," Seungmin whispered as you cuddled into his chest, your face resting where you could hear his heart beating. You closed your eyes tightly as you tried to listen to the rhythm of his heart to calm yourself down. The smell of his cologne comforted you a little as he began to draw invisible patterns into your arm.

"You're not alone, I'm here," He said quietly as he continued to draw on your skin, doing anything he could to try and distract you. All you could think about was the fact that you had walked out of work without a word to anybody around you. You just walked out and now you were home and having an anxiety attack.

"Seungmin," You struggled to say but he shook his head at you already knowing what you were going to say,

"It's not the worst thing in the world, you'll make it through it and work will understand," He told you as he pressed his lips against your head as you took in deep breaths. Slowly beginning to feel the tightness in your chest beginning to ease up with each breath of his scent that you took in.

"We'll go in together, we'll explain everything that happened," He told you calmly as he continued to hold you in his arms. He was always so calming to be around, you were thankful to have him by your side in times like these.

JEONGIN:

Since Jisung had a lot of panic and anxiety attacks Jeongin had learned how to calm someone down when they were having an anxiety attack. You told Jeongin you'd be going to work but he found you sitting at the front door crying and struggling to get the air into your lung. You hated your job and everything that there was about it. It was hard to deal with and the people that were around you didn't help either.

"Shh, it's okay." Jeongin whispered as you told him that you weren't going to get into work. That you couldn't get yourself out of the front door.

"I-I need to work...I-I have to...But I can't." You struggled out as he shook his head at you, he wrapped his arms around you as he began to rock you back and forth a little.

"Everything is going to be fine. You're never going back there again,2 He told you as he pulled you closer to him, you were gratful he was so understanding of your anxiety attacks and always so helpful. It still felt as though you were going to die if you didn't get any air inside of your lungs or at least any suspficant air into your lungs but he continued to hold you. Coaching you through the breathing tecniques that he had picked up over the years and helping you stay groundeded.

"Thank you," You said as you finally calmed down and laid your head back against the wall in the porch.

"You want to talk about it?" He questioned as he handed you a bottle of water from your bag but you nodded a little. You needed to speak to him about leaving work for a while until you could find something better than where you were right now. You knew he would be understanding of everything you decided to do.

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Road to 4☆TOWN

part 21 | part 22 | part 23

Marcel started giving his dad grabby hands.

“What?” Jesse looked at him in curiosity. “What is it?”

Marcel’s only answer was more grabby hands.

“Wait a second, you’re not going for my hair again, are you?” Jesse asked nervously.

Marcel shook his head and continued. Jesse gave in and leaned towards him, and Marcel grabbed his face and kissed him.

Jesse paused, his entire face now flushed. “EEEEEEEEEE!”

Selina opened the bathroom door. “Is everything alright in here, babe?”

“HE KISSED ME!” Jesse said with an extremely giddy grin.

“Hasn’t he done that before?” Selina smiled a bit.

“Well, yeah, but it was so cute!” Jesse squealed in an octave way above his normal voice. “Can Daddy have another kiss?”

Marcel obliged.

“OH MY GOD I THINK I’M GONNA DIE!”

“Marcel, quit being so cute. You’re going to give Daddy a heart attack.” Selina chuckled. She turned when she heard a knock on the door. “I’ll get that. You get him dry.”

“If it’s your brother, just shout the code word and I won’t come out.” Jesse said as he grabbed Marcel’s dinosaur towel. “I can’t handle scary older brother glares today.”

Selina giggled. “Don’t worry, babe. I’ve got your back.” She said before heading to the front door. She opened it and frowned. “You.”

“Hey, Lina.” Robaire waved awkwardly. “Long time no see.”

“I thought your new girl had you on a leash.” Selina crossed her arms. “Did you escape through the doggy door?”

Robaire hesitated. “I wanna say you’re being dramatic, but I did literally sneak out before she woke up this morning.”

“You also haven’t called me in weeks even though last time we spoke, you said you’d call me tomorrow.” Selina shot daggers at him. “Well, that was a lot of yesterdays ago, mister.”

Robaire hesitated nervously. “Jesse, please help!”

Jesse came out of the bathroom with Marcel (who had the cutest little towel hood uwu) and stood behind Selina. “Okay so helping you out would honor the bro code, but if I side with her, she’ll let me actually sleep in her bed tonight. And yes, it’s her bed, not our bed.”

“Oh c’mon.” Robaire groaned. “I came over today, didn’t I? Isn’t that enough?”

All three of them stared back at him, expressionless.

“Yeah, I’m gonna finish up with Squishy and probably put on a dry shirt. You two can sort this out on your own” Jesse removed himself from the situation. “Although I do suggest letting him in. The draft he’s bringing in is giving the baby goosebumps.”

“How am I letting in the draft?!” Robaire yelled.

“Oh so now all this is my fault?” Selina raised an eyebrow. “Good to know.” She tried shutting the door in his face.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Robaire pushed the door back and stepped inside. “Listen, I’m sorry I haven’t been around lately, but I’m really dedicated to Janelle right now. She gets a little jealous when I hang out with other people and I don’t wanna mess this up.”

“That sounds…odd.” Selina furrowed her brow. “Maybe she needs to be a little more secure and trust the relationship.”

“Well, it’s not her fault.” Robaire assured her. “Her last boyfriend used to lie and say he was going out with his guy friends, but he was really sleeping with a bunch of other girls behind her back. He really broke her heart.”

Selina sighed. “I think it’s sweet that you want to help her heal, but that’s her problem. She can’t seriously just expect you to cut off all contact with your friends as if she’s the only person in your life.”

“But I like to make her feel that way.” Robaire shrugged it off with a smile. “That’s why I made her coffee and breakfast before snuck out. I didn’t want her to think I was just running away.”

“Yeah but you—” Selina paused. “Oh honey…you can’t cook. Are you sure you didn’t accidentally poison her?”

Robaire was quiet for a moment. “Okay, well I didn’t actually make her breakfast, I ordered it from the diner around the corner, but that’ll be good enough, right?” He nodded.

“Aww, Baby Bear.” Selina looked him up and down. “It was nice knowing you.”

Robaire stared at her. “W-What?”

#4town headcanons #4town fanfic #4town jesse #4town robaire #4town z #4town aaron t #4town taeyoung #turning red #turning red 4town #4town #4townie

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blueberrybladelemonade · 8 months

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Masquerade

Evil Y/N x Evil Peppino

Was writing a different fic and then I scrolled through @pervertedindividual 's evil Peppino comics and @angelofpizza 's drawings and randomly got inspired, in a way, and made this instead x)

Summary: Peppino has done some unsavory crimes. What he doesn't know is your just as evil, if not more so, than he is and he has trouble processing it.

Contains: Mentions of murder, Death, Dark theme, Description of murders, Kinda crazy mutual possessive love, Y/N might be more evil than Peppino, The Birds (well A bird) attack, Swearing is caring, somewhat crackish in a part or two (trust me you'll know where)

"Do you wanna hide a body?" You sing to yourself, a cleaver glinting in the light as swings downward. "It doesn't have to be in one piece!" A sickening crunch fills your ears followed by a heavy thud.

"Whoo boy, I'm gonna need more bleach"!

You slump into the chair with a sigh as the pressure is taken off your feet. As you relaxed, the tingling in your arms grew into a throbbing pain. That was going to feel great in the morning. You think before staring at the stone counter, watching as thick red lines down onto the tile floor. You grimace, knowing you still haven't even gotten to the cleaning part of the job.

From another room you heard a faint chime. It was almost too far away -that if you moved- you might've missed it.

Was it that late already? The chiming grew more frantic and loud. You grumble, reluctantly getting to your feet as you make your way out of the garage and into your home.

I guess I should eat something while I'm at it.

* * * * *

Peppino wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. In one final motion he slams the dumpster shut. That had taken much longer than he anticipated. Oh well, the deed was done, he wiped his hands on his pant legs as he stepped out of the alleyway.

Now to just head back into the restaurant, wash off quickly, and go find you. Peppino checked the clock as he strode into the backroom. Good. You would be headed this way soon as you walked home.

With a final glance over Peppino nodded to himself, determining he looked presentable enough. He frowned as a few stains finally caught his attention. Cazzo! That could be a problem.

Peppino had already spent too much time in here, he needed to hurry. He darted out of the bathroom and into the office to grab your gift. If anything, Peppino could just tell you he spilled some sauce. You would believe him, you had no reason not to. Anxiety crept into his thoughts as he stepped down the dirt road away from the pizzeria.

What if you found out it was blood? He could imagine your sweet face twisting into disgust and horror. You running away from him as the image of your dear friend became tarnished forever.

He swallowed thickly. No. He could say he was cutting sausage or some kind of meat. Peppino became almost too engrossed in this train of thought that he almost didn't notice you were heading right towards him.

A short yelp had you jumping back as Peppino whipped around, eyes wide. "Hey, are you ok Pino?" You tilt your head as he gave you a short laugh in response.

"Oh signorina! I didn't realize you were there!" Peppino replied, regaining his composure. "But that's not-a important right now".

You blink as a blur of colors are pushed close to your face. You realize it's a bouquet.

"For you".

"Oh Peppino, you shouldn't have!" You smile brightly as you take the flowers, pressing them flowers into your. Peppino returned your smile, watching as a happy sigh escaped your lips. You inhaled deeply, relishing the sweet scent.

It was a good thing you didn't go into any alleyways, he wouldn't want you to faint if you had seen the blood trail, or worse, the corpse of that filth that flirted with you the other day. Just the thought alone made him clench his jaw.

Although, if you did, Peppino would be there to comfort you and tell you to keep close to him. He'd tell you that he would protect you. He'd make sure no one would hurt you. That much was true, Peppino would never let his sweet and innocent Y/N be met with an ill fate. Or suffer the affections of another.

You were his after all. Even if you didn't know it. Yet. One day you'd be his in more than just his fantasies.

Peppino buried his face into your neck as you threw your arms around him in a hug. Oh what he'd do to keep you close like this for longer, or when ever he wanted. He let out a small sigh, hiding his disappointment as you pulled away. Peppino clasped his hands behind his back, fighting the desire to yank you back into his arms. To bury his face into your neck and inhale your intoxicating scent.

As you said goodbye and continued on your way home, Peppino's eyes lingered on the horizon. You were just a small dark blob from here but Peppino couldn't tear his gaze from you. Even after you were no longer visible he remained rooted in place.

* * * * *

"Hey Peppino, she's out there. Again." Gustavo gestured over to the window. Peppino's eyes followed to where Gustavo's finger was pointing. Across the street a figure was sitting in their car with something pressed to their face.

"Merda. That-a crazy signorina". Peppino grumbled to himself as decided to go outside this time. That would catch you off guard. You had been doing this for months now, sometimes up to four times a week. Didn't you have your own job to be at? The door swings open as he steps outside, the gentle breeze pleasantly cool compared to the kitchen.

"Good morning, ragazza matta!" He yells across the street. You drop your binoculars into your lap, head jerking away as heat rises to your face. Shit. He seen you. Ok, play it cool Y/N. Pretend you haven't been watching him for an hour. You were looking at something else! Of course you were.

Your eyes focus in the opposite direction from where Peppino was. Eyes locked onto a lamppost with sudden fascination. Damn that sure was a tall one wasn't it? And was it made of metal? Wow, look at that glow fro-

"Whatcha doin' signorina"? You jump at the all too familiar voice, tentatively turning your head to the voice. Peppino was leaning an arm into your open window and smirking down at you.

"O-oh you know. Just hanging out." You drawl, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. Peppino's eyes glimmer with something predatory, as if he had caught some helpless prey.

"You 'hang out-a' here a lot". Peppino replies nonchalantly, watching as you shrink into the seat.

Shit. How long had Peppino known you were doing this?

"If you want-a gawk at me, come inside to get-a better view." he teases, hitching a thumb behind himself at the pizzeria. Peppino winks at you, "I'll even give you a free slice while I'm at it".

"O-oh." You fell silent, feeling beads of sweat form onto the back of your neck. Peppino opened the car door and held out his hand to you. As you take his hand your heart flutters. His hand fit perfectly with yours, like it was meant to. You idly brush your thumb along his hand, feeling the roughness against your softer palm. Peppino helped you to your feet but quirked an eyebrow at feeling your grip tighten instead of letting go.

"Y/N?" Peppino raises his hand, yours still holding onto his.

"Oh! Sorry!" You drop your hand to your side and give what you hoped was an apologetic look. One day. One day you'd be able to enjoy having his hand in yours for as long as you wanted.

* * * * *

You spent the remainder of your day sitting in the pizzeria. Every so often Peppino would return to your booth and talk, sometimes offering more food or to refill your drink. When he'd return back behind the counter, you'd watch Peppino work alongside Gustavo as they'd fill orders and cook. You were content to simply admire him, appreciating Peppino at every angle when he wasn't looking.

Outside the sky had transformed into yellow and pink hues as evening began to settle in. You stood to stretch your legs again, deciding to stay here for a while longer before going home. Overall, you had no complaints as you simply enjoyed being in the general proximity as Peppino.

...

That was until they walked in. Currently you were shoving down that feeling again. You idly felt in your pocket for the familiar shape, fingers slightly curled into the fabric as you drew in a shaky breath.

You narrowed your eyes, lips forming a thin line. Who the fuck is she? You glower, anger increasing with every movement the woman made.

Peppino's eyes darted to the side, at you, before returning his attention to the woman across the table. In that moment Peppino decided he would ignore you for the moment, amused at your reaction.

When he first glanced over at you, he was taken aback, barely recognizing you with that enraged expression. Why did you look like that? As the woman began talking again it dawned on Peppino that your eyes were set on her.

Peppino smiled back at this woman, not even caring to remember her name, just that her very existence was pissing you off. He grinned as she leaned closer to him. What she said was a compliment -he thinks- about how handsome he looked. What Peppino was actually grinning at was how you were now clenching at your pant leg, your eyes locked onto this woman.

Now this was interesting. Peppino decided to play along a little longer and continue talking to your newfound enemy. Your reaction was cute with how jealous you were.

Peppino knew you had feelings for him. A part of him wanted to confess to you how he felt the same. However, Peppino knew his crimes and dealings would send you running in the opposite direction. Even if he wanted to have you for himself, he couldn't. At least not right now. He needed to be patient and wait until he could taper off his crimes. It was that or Peppino would have to come up with dozens of methods to keep you in the dark about his misdeeds. Neither were ideal but it was for the best. For now.

He's mine. You continued to seethe inwardly. Who the fuck do you think you are? Walking in here like you own the place.

He's Mine.

The word repeated in your head as a mantra as you continue watching the scene unfold from your own booth.

Jealousy. Hate. The two things you always heard that made someone ugly, you were exuding it. The emotions bubbling up and blanketing you in a dark aura.

She had ordered a salad and garlic knots which had long been finished by now. Originally you paid her no mind, much like every other customer that came in.

What snapped your attention to her was when you heard a tinkling laugher and locked onto Peppino, sitting at the same table across from her. He initially was just going to take the cleared dishes to the kitchen but the woman had struck up a conversation, urging him to stay.

* * * * *

"Hi!" You call out waving at the woman as you approach. She whips around at your voice, giving you a dubious look.

"Do you mind if I walk with you? I hate being on the street at night like this, it makes me nervous." You rub the back of your neck. "Sorry to be a bother".

"Oh! Sure!" She nods and smiles at you, making room for you to walk beside her on the sidewalk. "I started to think the same thing, I'm not usually out this late. A bit of company makes me feel safer, too".

Meaningless conversation droned on and on as the woman talked with you. About what? You didn't care, what she was saying barely even registered as the gears in your head turned. A shrill cry pierced your ears as something flapped overheard and away from you. Just another block. One more. You were so close. Your heart began thudding loudly, drowning out the background noise as your destination grew closer.

In that moment you slowed until the woman was walking in front of you. You clamp your hand over her mouth before yanking her against your chest and ducking into the alley. At an instant she begins to flail wildly, you wince as she steps on your foot and the vibrations against your hand only increase as her panic fully sets in.

Despite her best but futile effort your grip doesn't loosen. With your other arm you snake it around her waist before leaning your full weight forward, dropping both of you to the ground. You sputter as her elbow jabs you in the stomach and a shrill scream causes you to grit your teeth, scrambling to clamp your hand over her mouth again. "If you don't stop struggling I'm going to kill you instead." You hiss into her ear.

A vicious smirk flashed across your face as your free hand withdrew from your pocket. Peppino was yours. And you weren't going to have anyone take him from you.

Peppino watched curiously when you left the pizzeria, shortly after that woman did. From a distance he followed as you skulked down the street. He quirked an eyebrow as you approached the woman, throwing up a friendly facade, starkly contrasting to your demeanor in the pizzeria. Peppino chose not to interfere as you dragged her into an alleyway. When you stepped out and the woman didn't, Peppino knew, without even having to check, to know what you had done.

Though that seemed wrong. You were too innocent to do something like that. Right? Had that woman really worked you up into a frenzy that you-

Peppino stepped into the alleyway anyways, curious to see how you did it. What he seen had left him speechless and frozen. Multiple slashes were all at key points. You were quick and efficient, only being in this alley for a few minutes. This obviously hadn't been the first time you had killed.

All for merely flirting with him.

You both were the same, in a way, he realized.

* * * * *

"So..." You trail off voice barely above a whisper as you lean closer to him. "Ever use that to slit someone's throat?"

He sputtered. "Wha? Why-a would you ask that? Dio mios, this is-a for cutting pizza"!

"Come on, really?" You shoot him an incredulous stare, "You think I'm that naive?" You ask, giving an indignant huff.

When you stepped out of that alleyway that night, you knew someone had been following you. At first you didn't know who, making you rush to finish the job. As you darted across the street you watched from the cover of the shadows and foliage. You let out a small gasp, covering your mouth as you make a face at the coppery odor.

You wondered how Peppino would react to you next time you approached him. Would he pretend he hadn't almost witnessed a murder? It would seem so.

You knew he had killed before, too. To what extent you weren't sure, but him playing dumb was endearing.

"That's a pretty nifty device though," you nod your head towards the pizza cutter he had instead of a hand. "You basically have a weapon on you at all times. For me I have my own methods and how to dispose of the bodies after. I prefer to take a niiiice boating expedition out to sea. Or, did you know that a few pigs can completely eliminate the evidence within a day?" You flash him a wicked grin, your teeth gleaming in the light.

Had Peppino not followed you that day, you would've baffled him. He would've thought you were alluding to knowing he killed people before and were threatening to have him arrested. Now though, he realized you weren't nearly as good natured as he always assumed.

"It's a much better method than hiding a body in a dumpster". Peppino's eyes widened, his mouth open to protest but no words came out. You knew?

You drop the subject and chuckle at his expression. Instead you pop the remains of crust into your mouth before leaning back into the booth, smiling at him.

Desire peppered Peppino's thoughts as he watched you practically skip out the door. Maybe he wouldn't have to wait to confess. Although, if you felt the same, why wouldn't you do it? As he stared back to where you had been seated Peppino's thoughts wandered to your words earlier.

Were you more deranged than he was? He was anxious about protecting you from himself. What if...he needed to be protected from you? If he pissed you off, would you also kill him? Anxiety didn't rear it's head as often as it used to. Usually Peppino buried that feeling down and replaced it with rage anymore. As he began to sweat he noticed his hand was trembling when he rubbed the back of his neck.

* * * * *

"I'm so stupid!" You groan, flopping onto the bed. "Masterful gambit Y/N! Ooooh! You know I kill people! I know you kill people! Let's talk about how we kill people"! You fling your arms upwards in exasperation before pressing a pillow into your face, letting out a muffled scream.

You toss the pillow to the floor and glare up at the ceiling, taking your rant internally. Should you even go back to the pizzeria? No? Maybe you should leave Peppino alone for a bit. He's probably still shocked at his new discovery about you. Give him time, it'll be ok. Right?

You bolt upright as something roughly taps at your window. Seeing nothing there, you begin to settle back down before the sound repeats. It was getting late, you agree, seemingly to no one as you walk over to the window. You undid the latch and pushed it open before stumbling backwards as a black blur sped past you, thudding onto your pillows.

You fold your arms across you chest as brown eyes blink back at you. "And where have you been all day, mister?" You ask the raven.

"Gwah!" He replies back at you before hopping the edge of the bed.

"Oh, is that so?" You nod at the reply, extending a hand to rub at the bird's neck. A croak bubbles in his throat and he flaps off towards your dresser, perching on the edge.

"Is my sweet baby boy Blackberry hungry?" You croon. The raven dubbed Blackberry pecked at a bell laying beside him before lifting it with his beak. You smiled slightly as he rapidly bobbed his head, the bell ringing loud and erratic.

"You sure are! Come on buddy." You call over your shoulder, crossing the threshold from your room. The bell clanging as it drops to the floor with your raven squawking after you.

You fix Blackberry his meal and pour a glass of water for yourself, bringing both to the table. He clicked at you happily as you pushed the bowl to him. His head instantly ducking into it to swallow down a piece of meat. You watch the massive bird for a time until your thoughts returned to Peppino.

"I think I fucked up." You say, resting your head into your arms as you lean into the table. "I think I should give Peppino some space. Maybe I should only try to greet him in public for a while? That way it'll put him at ease that I won't kill him. At least until the shock wears off".

"GwaaaaAAAaah!" Blackberry replies, rolling a berry towards you. You ignore him, flicking it back.

"But..." You trail off to stare vacantly at the wall. Past memories floated to the surface. The times you would go on late night walks together, just enjoying each other's company in peace. When you'd stop by the pizzeria and how Peppino would have you favorite pizza freshly made and waiting for you. Even if you tried to pay he'd refuse to take your money. Though that didn't stop you from throwing a generous amount into the tip jar when he wasn't looking.

You frown at how he acted earlier today. How he had a slight tremble to his voice and movements as he spoke with you. "What if it never does? What if I'm too fucked up even for him"?

You flinch as Blackberry snaps his beak an inch from your face. "Well I'm just thinking about the worst case here!" You argue, moving your head away as he snaps at you again.

In response you cup the birds face in your hands, thumbs stroking at his cheeks. "Fine." You murmur. "I'll stop assuming the worst and give Peppino time".

"Tok tok." Blackberry clicks back at you, closing his eyes as you continued petting him for another minute.

As you move your hands away back under your chin Blackberry hops over to his bowl, fishing for some other treat.

"Thanks for telling me someone was following me that day". You were thankful the fact it was Peppino and not anyone else. That was too close and almost too sloppy for your liking. Had it not been Peppino that watched you go into the alley the whole situation could've gotten much more messy.

You yawn but are interrupted with a gagging fit, the raven shoving a piece of egg into your open mouth. Bits of shell and yolk fly across the table as you sputter and spit, grabbing for your drink and chug it. With a final cough you draw in a steady breath and glare at your assailant.

"WHY"!?

* * * * *

In his peripheral Peppino caught a glimpse of a familiar shape in the shadows.

Peppino ducked his head lower to Gustavo's ear. "I-a fear no man, but that-a woman...she scares me." Peppino murmured to him. Your eyes followed after Peppino as the pair walked away from the corridor. Gustavo replied back with something but he too was speaking softly and too far away to discern any of the words.

Weeks had passed since the last time he seen you at his pizzeria. It was as if you disappeared out of existence. After that day, Peppino had started requesting Gus to follow him home. It helped to offset the knot in the pit of his stomach when ever shadows darted off the walls or when he would pass an unlit alley.

Sometimes you'd meet Peppino when he was in the street, as if suddenly popping into reality again just to haunt him. Peppino always made sure to remain in public view from now on when you were around, in case you tried anything. The time before last you looked hurt when he flinched at a hand movement that was a little too quick.

Then the last time Peppino had bumped into you, you threw your arms around him, hugging him tightly. You whispered in his ear that you missed him. When you did that, it reminded Peppino of the memories he had with you.

How you'd both talk for hours after he closed for the day. Other times where you'd both watch horror movies and he'd laugh to himself as you'd always link your arm with his in fear (So he thought. At the time anyways). Anything on the screen was nothing compared to what he could do, but he'd sooth you by tracing gentle circles against your skin.

The soft laughter that hung in the air as you laughed at Peppino's jokes, even if they were bad, or just sarcastic remarks. He missed the sweets you baked for him and how brightly you smiled at his compliments.

Why had he suddenly taken to avoiding you? You killed one person, at least one, that flirted with him. Hell, even he did that for you, but you weren't afraid of him. How long had you known he had been doing that anyways? Why was he so unsettled by you, now? He was bigger and stronger than you were.

Was that the reason? Someone smaller than he was that was just as -if not more- dangerous than him, was off-putting?

Peppino waved Gustavo off, thanking him for accompanying him, again, tonight. Peppino locked the door behind himself as he made his way to the shower before going to sleep.

Thoughts of you flooded his memories as he shifted constantly in bed. He didn't want to let you go. What if that day was the last day he'd ever see you? The last thing he did was keep his arms to his sides for far too long before he finally wrapped them around you, replying he missed you too. It couldn't end like that. He didn't want it to.

* * * * *

The wind carried a chill tonight as Peppino walked home alone. Unfortunately Gustavo had to go home early, leaving Peppino with only the sound of his own footsteps and rustling leaves. Despite his resolve to find and speak with you, unease still nagged at him.

You need to get over it. Peppino reminded himself, again, that you weren't going to kill him. Even if you were sick in the head like he was, that didn't mean you were incapable of feeling. He knew you cared about him.

Peppino jumped at feeling someone tap his shoulder. He took several staggering steps back upon realizing it was you. Suddenly appearing out of nowhere again. A frown plays on your lips and you furrow your brow at his actions.

You shake the negative thoughts away. After today he wouldn't look at you with fear anymore.

You hoped.

"Oh, hey there handsome, wanna go behind the back alley?" You force a smile, knife settled behind your back.

Peppino froze, mind racing at the various implications this could mean. Did he trust you? He thought he did. Even if he didn't, would he be able to overpower you, if you tried anything? He looked downward at the poorly concealed weapon you held. The thought sent a chill up his spine and made his heart race. Had you shown up tonight to take your anger out on him for avoiding you?

Peppino nodded weakly at you, you responded with a small but genuine smile. You gesture with your head towards the alley across the street.

He followed you as if in a trance, weaving through cross sections and corridors until a large dark sheet formed a wall before you both. With the flash of the knife Peppino flinched, the sound of fabric tearing broke the silence and the massive curtain fluttered to the ground.

As Peppino focused on what was there, he realized he was at the entrance to a small fenced in courtyard. Complete with high hedges and a iron wrought fence that climbing halfway up them. In the center of the room was a table with a pair of plates, glasses, and utensils. The centerpiece was a simple candle decoration, the glow from it and the moon providing the only light to the area. In front of the entryway in dark letters were the words "Will you be mine"? the word 'mine' being bolder than the others.

You turn to Peppino, the knife clattering to the ground as you took a step towards him. "I would never hurt my sweet 'Pino." You placed both hands on either side of his waist. "You know that, right"? Peppino's expression softened as he brought his hand up to your cheek. He looked behind you back at the words on the ground but said nothing.

"Well, come on." You pull away and tug at his arm. "I made dinner".

As Peppino sat down, you lifted the cover from the large bowl in the center. Fragrant herbs and sauce filled the air as you dipped a pair of tongs into it, heaping a mess of pasta onto your plate before holding it out towards Peppino. He takes it and exchanges his empty one into your hand.

You still weren't done serving food though. A shallow plate was pushed towards him along with a chunk of bread. A thick liquid was poured to one side before you followed the same routine for your own plate.

Peppino tore off a tiny bit of bread and dipped it into the liquid. His eyes widened at the taste. This was the olive oil mixture you made together, months ago. The recipe he taught you was one Peppino made himself when he was much younger.

You leant down, shuffled around in a bag Peppino hadn't noticed, and brought up a bottle of red wine. You smiled at him as you filled each glass.

While there had usually been chatter between you two previously, there was none now. Only the sound of forks scraping against plates and the occasional tink of your glass. You watched as Peppino ate slower than normal.

He had no idea what to make of any of this. Well, the question on the ground gave Peppino a big enough hint for the meaning of this dinner. Was this a date? Could he even consider this a date?

You nod down at the drink Peppino left untouched. "What? Do you expect to find strychnine in your red wine"? He winced as you guessed correctly. Well, aside from that choice of poison. That was oddly specif-

"There's not actually strychnine in it." You reply flatly, not bothering to look up as you twirl the pasta with your fork.

You cover your mouth with your napkin, masking your sigh. This was a mistake wasn't it? A lump forms in your throat and take a moment to clear it before you speak again. When you finally do, you look up at Peppino sadly. "I'm sorry for dragging you here. I just thought...it would make up for these last few months I haven't been around to see you".

You set the napkin down next to the plate.

"I got a job in the next town over for the next few months and thought that I would like it. But I..." you fall silent and swallow against the uncomfortable feeling. "I miss you".

Peppino remains speechless, watching as tears threaten to spill over as you turn away. You get to your feet and wipe your eyes with the back of your hand.

"I should've left you alone after that but I don't want to. I still don't." You choke. Peppino's hand shot out and caught your wrist before you could walk away. Your gaze mets his, bewildered, as he stands up to yank you against his chest.

"Then don't". Peppino whispers, wrapping both arms around you tightly. "Be mine. Be all mine". You bury your head into his neck as tears soak his skin and into his shirt as he said this. You cling to Peppino as if he would disappear at any moment.

"I'll-a be yours." He presses a kiss to your temple. "You don't have to kill anyone for it to stay-a that way".

"You too." You reply, albeit muffled, and press a kiss into his collarbone. "I'm so fucked up".

"Yes-a you are. You're the most-a fucked up signorina I ever met." Peppino pat you on the back and took your chin in his hand, tilting your head up to look at him.

"Do you mean that"?

Peppino nodded, "Even more than-a me. You scare me when-a you get angry. It's exciting".

Silence takes over once more but it's a comforting stillness. You relaxed into Peppino's arms, staying like this as long as you both needed and wanted. Every so often either of you pressed small kisses against the other.

"If anyone upsets or hurts you, I'll kill them".

"I know, Y/N." Peppino caressed your face. He would've told you the same but words weren't needed. You knew and so did he. Peppino's lips were on yours in that moment, hand pressed to the back of your head as he deepened the kiss.

You pressed into his body as much as you could, hands against his hips as you pulled him close. A whine bubbled in your throat, wishing you could be closer still.

A shrill sound caused Peppino to abruptly break the kiss as he jerked his head upwards. His eyes darted to the direction he heard it had come from, quirking an eyebrow as you seemed more annoyed than startled.

"The fuck-a is that?" Peppino squints up at a dark mass settled on the tree.

With a huff you pull a small item from your pocket, giving it a few clicks. At an instant the mass swooped down and you lurched forward as a large bird slammed into your back. Peppino winced as he attempted to help you steady yourself. As he did so his eyes fixed onto the face of the bird that was peering over your shoulder at him.

"This is Blackberry." You point to the raven, not that you needed to, as it snapped it's beak in the air. "He was supposed to stay in the tree". You reach behind your back to shoo him off, watching as Blackberry hopped to the ground.

Peppino stifled a laugh as the bird snatched a piece of bread from the table. "You're always full-a surprises signorina".

His eyes darkened as he fixed his attention back onto you. "But, anyways..." his arm snaked around your waist, "Would you like to continue where we left off? Somewhere more...private?" He smirks as you're already melting into his touch. His forehead presses against yours, you shudder as his breath ghosts your lips. "We can belong to each other. I'll be yours and you'll be mine. How does that sound"?

You close your eyes and nod, feeling yourself hoisted into Peppino's arms as he scoops you up. You wrap your arms around his neck, listening to his breathing while he carries you back to his home. He would be sure to relish in the prized catch that was you, and he knew you felt the same.

(My brain came up with this at 4am lmao, so in my delirious state you got a dash of crack to this :] 💜 )

Also obvious disclaimer: don't kill people

#pizza tower fanfic #peppino #evil peppino #🫐bladezfics #pizza tower x reader #peppino x reader

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PROJECT SUNSHINE CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR → THE RETURN OF THE DEMOGORGON

summary: steve harrington x oc

when another product of Hawkins National Laboratory escaped a long-survived nightmare alongside her sister, she crashed into one unsuspecting teenage boy and dragged him deeper into the dark mysteries that made up their hometown.

word count. 3.8k

warnings: cannon typical violence, child abuse, horror, gore, and depictions of mental illness. parts of this story were written pre-season 4 release. cannon divergence.

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Fueled by worry about the Code Red call from Dustin, Sunshine biked to the Henderson household in record time. She ditched her bike on the front lawn and hurried up the front steps before she tapped her knuckles against the door.

Less than a minute later, Dustin swung open the door with wide eyes. His hair was sticking up in odd directions and his cheeks were flushed. Wordlessly, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her inside the house before kicking the door closed behind them.

“Do you know how to get blood out of the carpet?” That was the first thing he said to her, spiking Sunshine’s panic through the roof.

She grabbed a hold of his shoulders and looked him up and down for any sign of injured. “Blood? Is it your blood?” He didn’t look hurt, but that didn’t stop her from assuming the worst had happened.

“No, no, no.” Dustin shook his head. He brushed her off and sheepishly ran a hand through his curls. “It’s…uh…it’s my cat’s blood. He was kind of, sort of, eaten…”

It took a moment for Sunshine to process his words. Eaten. Dustin's cat, Mews, had been eaten.

“Eaten by what?” asked Sunshine, unsure if she wanted to know the answer.

Dustin rocked and forth on his heels like he was contemplating his next words carefully. “You can’t get mad at what I’m about to tell you, okay?” Sunshine crossed her arms over her chest, bracing herself.

He continued, “I know I’m your favorite party member, and I-”

“Who said that?” Sunshine countered. Of course, she didn’t have a favorite, but if there was one party member that hadn’t given her a heart attack or that she was immensely worried about within the last forty-eight hours, it was Lucas.

“Am I not?” Dustin frowned. “Wait, then who’s your favorite? If it’s Mike, I swear-”

“Dustin!” she shouted, cutting him off. “What ate your cat?”

“Right. So, you remember my pet, Dart?” Sunshine nodded slowly. “Well, I may have lied to you guys when I said I didn’t find him in the bathroom.” The worlds tumbled from his mouth so quickly that she almost missed them entirely. Almost.

Sunshine said nothing, but she did glare daggers at the kid. A part of her wanted to yell, but she knew that wouldn’t get them anywhere. She didn’t want to yell or get angry, even if she felt the hot flood of feelings crawling up her throat.

Yelling was something the soldiers did back in the Lab, and every time it made Sunshine feel smaller than she already was. Kids make mistakes, like keeping a potentially dangerous monster that they found in their trashcan. That was why Sunshine was there, to help the party and keep her promise.

Under her glare and tense silence, he winced and continued to explain his situation. “I know it’s bad, okay? But he was scared, and he missed me. I thought you guys were being overdramatic, so I hid him under my hat until I left school. He was fine until I got home today. When I went to check on him, his case was broken, and he had grown a lot bigger. Then he, uh, ate Mews because…” he trailed off, guilty looking at a spot on the ground instead of at Sunshine. With a heavy sigh, he said, “Because I’m pretty sure he’s a baby Demogorgon.”

Sunshine felt dizzy. Her hand reached up and held onto her necklace so hard nearly tore it from her neck.

“Oh, my God,” she whispered.

For the past year, nightmares had plagued Sunshine that detailed nearly every way one of those creatures could have returned to Hawkins. She replayed that night at Jonathan’s over and over again, where she wasn’t fast enough, where Steve never came back, where one blow to Jonathan was enough to leave him crumbled on the floor, or where Nancy misstepped and was left to the mercy of bloodthirsty claws.

The nightmares were awful, but a small, optimistic part of Sunshine wanted to believe that’s where they’d remain, inside her head instead of before her very eyes. But there was a devoured cat somewhere in Dustin’s house and blood in his carpet, and her nightmares were beginning to unravel in real-time while she was wide awake.

Dustin chewed down on his lip and looked on the verge of tears waiting for her to say something, and she remembered she wasn’t the only one who came face to face with the Demogorgon. They all had seen the monster, and the kids had done so alone inside the middle school. Sunshine promised them she’d be right back, and she thought fighting the Demogorgon at the Byers would keep the kids safe. It hadn’t worked out that way. That time, she was not going to let them split up.

“Okay,” she breathed out. “Did you call Hopper yet?”

“I tried but he wasn’t at the station. No one had seen or even heard from him today, apparently. I called everyone but no one answered. You’re the only one who responded to my Code Red.”

Her stomach churned, but she tried not to let her panic show too much on her face.

“Where is it? Where’s Dart right now?” she asked, suddenly very aware that the monster was in Dustin’s home with them. She looked around the quiet living room and had her hands at the ready.

“I locked him down in the storm cellar,” said Dustin. “But I don’t know how long that’ll hold him. He keeps growing, and at the rate he is, I’m guessing he’ll be fully grown in the next few days.”

They needed help and they needed it fast.

“We should try their houses. Someone has got to be home, or their parents have to know where they went. I don’t think we can do this just the two of us.”

Dustin nodded. “When I called the Byers house, no one answered. But Mrs. Wheeler's line was busy. Maybe she knows where he or Nancy are.”

The two took off on their bikes toward the Wheeler's house. A little sunlight remained, guiding them across town with the help of the light breeze that pushed them along. It tossed Sunshine’s hair and turned the tips of their noses and ears red.

Dying trees pasted them in a blur of oranges and red, until they were replaced by neatly packed houses with polished lawns and Halloween decorations cleaned up in preparation for the incoming winter months.

A familiar house at the end of a cul-de-sac came into view, and they peddled fiercely until they entered the driveway. In a rush, they left their bikes on their sides on the front lawn and all but ran toward the front door.

Dustin knocked a few too many times until Mike and Nancy’s father, Ted, opened it with a blank expression on his face.

“Is Mike home?” Dustin asked, skipping any formalities.

Ted sighed, almost in slow-motion, and turned his head over his shoulder to peer back inside his home. He rose his voice and asked a shuffling Karen Wheeler in the next room, “Is Mike home?” Mrs. Wheeler’s voice was muffled, but Ted relayed her answer to Sunshine and Dustin. “No, he’s not.”

Dustin bit back a groan. “Do you know where he is?”

Ted asked his wife, again, before he said, “At Will’s.”

“No one answered there,” Dustin told Sunshine.

“What about Nancy?” Sunshine tried. “Is she home or do you where she is?”

The man had no clue where his children were. He asked his wife before shaking his head. “No, she’s not here either. Our children don’t live with us anymore, haven’t you heard?” Ted deadpanned.

Not in the mood for Mike’s father’s dry humor, Dustin muttered, “Son of a bitch. You’re really no help,” before he turned on his heel and sulked back to his bike.

“Language!” Ted Wheeler scolded with a huff before he glanced back at Sunshine, who still stood on the front stoop.

A forced smile made its way onto her lips. “Sorry,” she said. “If either of them comes home, can you tell them we stopped by?”

He grumbled out a ‘yes’ and shut the door.

Down the driveway, Dustin stood with his hands on his hips, disappointed at their dead end. “That was useless.”

“Maybe we should try the Byers next,” Sunshine suggested. There was a chance that the family had returned from wherever they’d been and maybe they knew how to track down Hopper. They needed all the help they could get if Dustin was right about Dart being a Demogorgon that, somehow, was still in their town.

Dustin shook his head as his attention was caught by something behind Sunshine. “No, we don’t have time for that.” There was a certain glint that he got in his eyes when he had a plan brewing, and Sunshine had learned to recognize the look before the kid even opened his mouth to lay out just what he was thinking.

“I know who’s going to help us,” said Dustin, before he took off past Sunshine and across the Wheeler’s front yard.

Spinning around, she shouted after him, “Who-” but her question was answered as someone got out of their parked car on the curb.

With a bouquet of roses in his hands, Steve rounded his car only to be stopped by Dustin.

“Are those flowers for Mr. or Mrs. Wheeler?” he asked Steve, who looked confused.

“Uh, no?”

“Good.” Dustin snatched the flowers from Steve’s hands and ignored the shout of protest that followed it. He tossed the flowers to Sunshine before he dragged both his and Sunshine’s bike toward Steve’s car. “Open your trunk.”

Steve shifted his focus onto Sunshine. “What is happening right now?”

Not getting the chance to answer him, Dustin said, “We’ll explain everything in the car. First, help me get these things in here!”

“Sunshine?”

Once again, Dustin interjected, leaving the bikes leaning up against Steve’s car and grabbing the keys from Steve’s hands too. “We have bigger problems than your love life right now.” Dustin unlocked the car and popped the trunk. He didn’t put the bikes in right away but instead grabbed something that was already in the trunk of Steve’s car.

The nail-studded bat Nancy and Jonathan had made last year, that Steve had used to beat the hell out of the Demogorgon, was in Dustin’s hands.

“Dude! Put that thing away-” Steve started to yell, rushing toward where Dustin stood.

“We’re gonna need this.”

“For what?!”

“We’re not one hundred percent sure, yet,” Sunshine finally said. “But we need help, and we’ll explain everything, but we need to hurry.”

There was a pause; Steve hesitated, looking between the flowers in Sunshine’s hands and the Wheeler’s house. After a beat, he sighed and gave in wordlessly, helping Dustin fit the two bikes in his truck before they all climbed into his car.

“Where are we even going?” Steve asked.

From the backseat, Dustin poked his head between Sunshine and Steve, leaning against the center counsel. “To my house. I’ll tell you where to turn.”

Pulling out of the Wheeler’s neighborhood, Steve drummed his fingers against the steering wheel and bounced his attention between the road, Sunshine, and Dustin, until he broke the silence that had befallen the car.

“Will someone explain to me what is going on now?”

“To make a long story short, I found a creature in my trashcan the other night and thought I discovered a new species that they’d have to name after me. But now I’m pretty sure it’s a baby Demogorgon and he’s trapped in my storm cellar. We need to figure out what to do with him before he escapes.”

Sunshine watched Steve carefully from the passenger seat. His fingers stopped tapping and instead, his grip on the wheel tightened just slightly. She could tell, by the way his eyes narrowed, and the corner of his mouth twitched, that he was trying to understand exactly what Dustin was saying.

“You mean, like, the monster we fought last year?” Dustin nodded in the rearview mirror. “How big was this thing?”

Using his hands, Dustin put his pointer fingers out and held them a couple of inches apart to roughly the size Dart was when Sunshine first saw him in the AV Club room at school. “First he was about this big.” He then moved his fingers farther apart to about a foot in length. “Now he’s this big.”

“And you’re sure it’s not like a lizard or something?” Steve asked, earning an eye roll from Dustin.

“It’s not.”

Steve persisted. “How do you know?”

“How do I know it’s not a lizard?” Dustin mocked, staring at the teen incredulously. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe because his face opened up and he ate my cat!”

Steve held his tongue, not questioning Dustin’s pet any further. The severity of their situation settled in the air and made it harder to breathe.

“Shit,” Steve said under his breath.

“If Dustin’s really right about this, we have to get rid of it.” Before it kills anyone else.

The second half of her thought went unsaid, but she knew that both boys understood it. The little creature Sunshine chased around Hawkins Middle was one thing, but a full-grown Demogorgon was not a task she believed they could take on alone, not without a solid plan at least. And a plan that was different than last year. They had to make sure the monster couldn’t vanish before they killed it.

They rode in tense silence the rest of the way back to Dustin’s house. Darkness had settled across Hawkins, swallowing up the last bit of comfort they had. The pitch-black sky stretched ahead of them, as did a long night of figuring out their next move.

Once they arrived, the group of three circled to the truck of Steve’s car to retrieve their bikes and nail bat, before they headed toward the storm cellar in Dustin’s backyard.

The door was locked shut with a heavy chain around the handles. The monster hadn’t broken through the door, which seemed like a good sign.

However, as they gathered around the door and listened, nothing but silence came from the underground shelter.

“I don’t hear shit,” said Steve.

Dustin assured them, “He’s in there.”

Using his bat, Steve knocked on the door, hoping to get some reaction from the monster, but there was no response.

“Listen, kid, if this is some sort of Halloween prank, you’re dead,” Steve said, shining his flashlight right at Dustin’s face. Dustin sputtered for a response before looking to Sunshine for help through the bright light.

Swatting Steve’s arm, forcing him to stop shining the light at Dustin, Sunshine backed up the kid’s story. “I believe him. If he says Dart’s down there, then he’s down there.”

Her words seemed to be enough for Steve because nodded and stopped his interrogating.

“The key’s inside,” Dustin said, already turning on his heel to head into his house. “I’ll grab it and be right back.”

The two teens were left alone in the eerie darkness of Dustin’s backyard, waiting to potentially come face to face with the monster that haunted both of them again.

Sunshine shivered and hugged her arms tighter around herself, keeping her eyes trained on the cellar doors.

“Do you really think it’s the same thing we saw last year?”

She shrugged. “I don’t want it to be, but Dustin wouldn’t lie about something like that. He saw it too.”

There were still scars on her arms from the monster; they were healed over and only visible if you really looked, but she knew they were there, even in the dark she could have pointed them out. Jonathan had a scar on his forehead from the coffee table that the monster threw him into. Steve had a scar across the bridge of his nose from where Jonathan had punched him. And Nancy had two scars in the shape of an X over her knee from when she fell in the Upside Down. They all had physical reminders of what happened, but in a way, they were all connected through the matching scars that littered their bodies.

She wanted to believe that once they all healed, that would be the end of it. Closed wounds, closed world. Of course, that wasn’t the case and Sunshine had a sickening feeling they were about to reopen all of their healed scars almost a year later.

“Well, on the bright side, at least we know what we’re dealing with this time,” Steve said. “And if the kid managed to trap this thing by himself, between the three of us I’m sure we can kill it, right?”

A bit of his optimism clouded her spiraling thoughts as she replied, “Right.”

Dustin returned with a key held tight in his palm before he tossed it to Steve, who unlocked the heavy chain around the door handles and slowly opened the cellar.

A small glow emitted from Sunshine’s palm, ready for whatever awaited them on the other side of the door. Dustin hid himself halfway behind Sunshine, watching and holding his breath until Steve had the doors completely opened.

Nothing jumped out at them. There were no snarling teeth or low monster growls that pierced the air. The three were only met with silence and a dark set of stairs.

Steve shined his flashlight into the cellar, searching for any sign of the creature, but they came up empty-handed. Sunshine did not doubt Dustin, but she began to grow increasingly worried about the absence of Dart. If he was hungry, he would have been waiting for them to open the door to pounce on them like prey, but he wasn’t there.

“He must be further down,” Dustin said, still lingering behind Sunshine and away from the cellar entrance. “I’ll stay up here in case he tries to escape and you two go down there and check it out.”

For a moment, it looked as if Steve was going to protest, but he didn’t have time to because Sunshine stepped through the cellar entrance and onto the stairs. The boards creaked under her step and a shiver ran down her spine at the dimly lit flight of stairs.

Taking a deep breath, she held out her illuminated hand in front of her and continued slowly down into the cellar.

Steve scrambled after her with a string of curse words muttered under his breath, one hand on his bat and the other on his flashlight as he followed close behind.

They descended slowly, carefully. Sunshine winced with each low growl of the wooden stairs and held her breath in fear of being greeted by the Demogorgon at any second. The thought of it waiting patiently for them to reach the bottom before it attacked clawed at her brain, and she wanted to retreat, but she couldn’t.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Sunshine and Steve scanned the cellar for the monster, but there was nothing down there aside from a couple of shelves of canned food and a dusty radio. The cellar was empty, and Dart was nowhere to be found.

Steve switched on the single lightbulb that hung from the center of the room and Sunshine let her light extinguish from her hand.

“He’s not here.” Sunshine wiped a drop of blood from under her nose with her coat sleeve. As much as she wanted to be relieved, her mind raced with all of the possible places the creature could have gone.

She began to wander around the room in search of some sign the monster had been there at all, but she didn’t get a few feet from the staircase before Steve said, “Stop.” Sunshine halted her steps and followed his gaze to a spot on the floor in front of her feet. “What is that?”

Using his bat, Steve picked up something off the ground. It was a clump of something that dripped with a thick liquid and was almost translucent under the dim light.

“I don’t know.”

They studied the substance hanging from the bat, but neither one of them had an answer for what it was, and something behind Steve caught Sunshine’s attention.

In the far corner of the cellar was a gaping wall ripped through the cement wall.

“Oh shit,” she whispered. The tunnel let straight out of the cellar and underneath Hawkins.

“Sunshine? Steve? What’s going on down there?” Dustin nervously shouted from the top of the staircase.

“Get down here!” Steve yelled back to the kid.

Dustin hurried down the stairs, but he stopped on the last step and slowly poked his head around the corner until he spotted Sunshine, Steve, and no monster. Then, his gaze wandered to the substance hanging from the end of Steve’s bat and his eyes widened almost cartoonishly.

“Oh shit,” Dustin whispered, echoing Sunshine from a moment ago. Then, he spotted Sunshine kneeling on the cement floor in front of Dart’s escape route. “Oh, shit!”

“He’s gone,” Sunshine sighed, staring down the dark, seemingly endless tunnel burrowed through the damp dirt.

“And he grew again.” Dustin examined the substance closely, scrunching up his nose. “He’s got to be close to full size now.”

Steve let the monster's shed skin fall to the ground and let his bat fall over his shoulder. “Now he’s God only knows where.”

“We need a plan,” Dustin stated as he placed his hands on his hips and gained that little glint back in his eyes. “And we need one fast.”

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Before the shit show that his life had become, whenever Steve Harrington found himself inside a girl’s house after the sun had set and her parents were asleep, he was sneaking in through her bedroom window. He certainly was not there to hatch a plan on how to catch a monster, and there was never a smart-ass child tagging along with him. But, in the past year, his life had taken a turn for the weird that led him to the Torres household after hours with the only intention of mapping out exactly how they were going to trap and kill another monster that a middle school had tried to keep as a pet.

Sunshine quietly closed her bedroom door behind them as Steve look at the bright and colorful decorations she had scattered around.

The walls were painted a pale pink and covered in posters and artwork, and nearly every table and windowsill held a potted plant. All of her shelves were filled with books, a mix of childhood fairytales and longer novels, and old photographs that he assumed her parents never removed from her bedroom after all those years.

Dustin lingered by the door, looking around too before he said, “I’ve never been in a girl’s room before.”

Steve tried and failed to stifle a laugh and Sunshine sent the kid an odd look as she picked up the clothes strewed about her bed until there was enough room for all of them to sit.

“Focus, please,” Sunshine said. “We need a plan, and we need it tonight.”

Dustin nodded. “We need to lure Dart to us, kind of like how you guys did last year with the Demogorgon.”

Out of habit, Sunshine drummed her fingers against her tattoo and cast her gaze onto the three numbers printed across her wrist. “It’s not attracted to blood like it was before. I tried that at the school when we were looking for it.”

“He went after Mews.”

Steve furrowed his brows. “Mews?”

“My cat. Dart was hungry for more than a candy bar. Which makes sense.” Steve wasn’t sure how much of that made sense, but he nodded along anyway. “Dart’s growing like crazy, and he probably can’t grow as fast without eating. If he keeps growing, he’ll probably graduate from cats and onto bigger things… people-sized things.”

“Great,” Steve muttered, blowing air from his cheeks. “So we lure it with food, but to where? If it can get out of an underground cellar, I don’t think trapping it inside a building is going to work.”

There was a beat, all of them trying to conjure something up, but Dustin figured it out first.

“The old junkyard!” he gasped. “It’s perfect! No one goes there, so we wouldn’t have to worry about someone seeing Dart and there’s all kinds of stuff there we could use to create a trap.”

“That’s great for trapping it, but what do we do after that?” Steve asked. Killing a monster wasn’t exactly a part of his skill set. His bat could only do so much damage.

Sunshine lifted her hand, so the palm was facing her and flexed her fingers. “I can try to kill him. It almost worked last time.” Her words felt heavy in the air, and they held a certain sadness to them.

It was still a fresh wound, everything that happened last year, despite the little distance that separated them from it. The death of Barb and Sunshine’s sister still rattled the group, but Sunshine and Nancy especially. The fact that it was practically happening again didn’t help either.

“No,” Dustin said, quickly, staring at them with wide, panicked eyes.

“What?”

Dustin’s eyes fell into his lap, and he began to speak in a softer tone, something closer to a child than a grade-A smart-ass who kept monsters in his storm cellar.

“I know you could probably kick this thing’s ass, but I think you should only use your powers on it if things go really, really wrong.”

Placing a gentle hand on Dustin’s shoulder, Sunshine shook her head. “It may be the only way to hurt this thing, Dustin. We don’t know-”

“No!” His voice rose, startling the two teens slightly. He sighed heavily and shook off Sunshine’s hand before standing up and slowly pacing back and forth across the room.

“There has to be another way to kill it. You can’t. You can’t because Eleven tried and we lost her. She used her powers, and i-it just took her away.” Dustin’s voice waivered but he continued, “And if Dart is a baby Demogorgon who's almost fully grown, we have to do something…something different this time.” He stopped pacing and gazed at Sunshine with a slight tremble in his chin. “We can’t lose you too.”

A sharp breath burned Steve’s lungs.

He was never filled on what had happened at middle school while they were at Jonathan’s, but he knew enough. They were offering up Sunshine the same fate as her little sister. Dustin’s words cut deep into him; they could not lose Sunshine; he had just gotten her back. She fit back into his life almost like she’d never left, and Steve felt like a missing piece of himself, his childhood, had wandered back to him. The last thing he wanted was to lose that.

It felt like another life that the two of them were connected at the hip; whoever Steve was at seven years old had since disappeared. Yet, having Sunshine back, running into her in the woods that night, Steve had a friend again. He had a real friend.

“Dustin…” Sunshine lowered her voice to a whisper and grabbed his hand, squeezing it between her own. “No one is going to lose anyone, okay?”

The kid let his shoulders fall and he fell back onto the bed, close to Sunshine’s side holding her hand.

“He’s right,” said Steve, clearing his throat. “We can figure out another way to kill it. The bear trap you guys set up before, it held it in place long enough to attack it. We just have to use something similar to your…” Steve trailed off, unsure of exactly what to call what Sunshine could do.

Luckily, Dustin butted in. “Your superpowers. What’s the closest thing to sunlight?”

“Fire,” Steve answered, earning a surprised but impressed look from the kid.

There was still a lighter in his glovebox even though he was trying to stop smoking. He wasn’t sure how something so mundane could kill a monster, but it was worth a shot. Even if it didn’t work, at least they weren’t putting that burden fully on her shoulders, even though she seemed more than willing to shoulder it.

“Okay,” she sighed. “We can try it but at the first sign of trouble, I’m stepping in. No one is getting hurt, okay?”

Steve knocked his shoulder into Sunshine’s, drawing her full attention. They sat close enough that he could see the little specks of gold in her dark eyes that made them look almost like they were glowing.

“That goes for you too, Sunshine,” he said, averting his gaze onto her ceiling, where a hundred little glow-in-the-dark stars were stuck. “It’ll work. I mean, it’s just a half-grown monster. What’s the worst that could happen?”

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iloveaustinelvisandmannymore · 2 years

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Moonlight love

I slowly open my eyes and the lights of the city that never sleeps shine upon my face from the large window.

Turning my head to look at the clock on my bedside table. 2:00 am it reads and like clockwork, his footsteps enter my ears, and I wait patiently with excitement pumping within my veins.

No matter how countless nights we make love under the lights of las vegas and the moon it always feels like the first time.

Finally, he reaches the open door of my room and our eyes instantly locked on each other, he's breathing heavily and his eyes once sapphire eyes are now an animalistic black.

His black hair was a mess as if he ran his fingers through it, and the maroon pajamas he adored, were wrinkled. The shirt is open halfway to showcase his chest and the tent in his pants looks like it is close to tearing through the poor fabric.

But as much as he wanted to take me like an animal he waits, staying put, only moving for me to allow it, allow him to take what is his.

I push myself to sit up from my previous position. The blanket slides down my chest to my lap, revealing my light pink Lacey nightie and my hair creating (h/c) waterfall on my shoulders. With a small nod, he moves, fast, and without a word, his lips crash into mine. The kiss is passionate and intense, so powerful it pushes me back on the bed with Elvis on top of me.

His calloused hands run up and down my body before he grabs my breasts and squeezes them hard, just how I like it.

We don't spend so much on our clothes too eager to feel the warmth of our bodies, craving each other's taste.

"I tried..to stay away but ya- fuck I can't get enough" Elvis informed me, he was married but since we met, neither could stay too long apart, our love was like a drug. A type of drug you couldn't live without.

He goes to speak again but I beat him to it "tame me, take me, and I'll give you what's yours " I whisper to him. That's all that it takes. With a kiss, he pushes into my pussy.

He pulls out almost completely, only the tip inside before using all the strength in those hips of his to slam into me. I let out a loud moan as he breaks the sweet kiss, to see my reaction.

He does this a few times before having enough of himself and sets a brutal pace. Sweat coats our bodies and skin slapping sounds bounce off the walls. " goddamn princess, the best pussy I ever fucked. Wanna make ya a mama. Gonna let me?" Elvis asked panting when I didn't answer he slaps my face and give me a particularly hard thrust.

"PLEASE! Daddy make me a mama!" I cried out, tears in the corner of my eyes. Suddenly out of nowhere Elvis is on his back with me on top. "Ride me, baby. I want to see the light shine upon that beautiful skin as ya take me" he said with a smirk tugging on his lips.

I nod to his words. I'll do anything for him, I lay my hands on his chest feeling his heart racing, like mine. I start to bounce using his chest for leverage. His hands rest on my hips, and his grip is unforgiving.

My hair was in my face as I ride his cock faster, and my nails cut into his chest making a groan escape his rosy lips. Elvis wrapped around my waist and he pulls me down to kiss my jaw and neck, distracting me from his real attack.

While I was distracted, he plants his feet on the bed and thrust up into me, his heavy cum filled balls smacking my ass. My body slides up his every hard thrust and my hair dances in our faces and our pants become one. I was close and so was he. "C'mon princess let go, give daddy what he wants" Elvis growled in that deep Southern voice.

Letting out a scream, I finally cum. The feeling of my pussy fluttering around his cock, drives him over the edge. Giving me one more thrust, his hips stutter as he fills me. We stay like this, catching our breaths.

"I love you, pretty girl," Elvis said with a tired smile. He lets me go to get a wet rag to wipe us up until we have the strength to shower. " I love you too" I smile back before, heading to the bathroom, where I can wet the rags that are already in there. Elvis laughs at my limping walk "Nice walk! What is it call, happy feet?!"

"Fuck off!" I couldn't help but laugh as well.

#i know happy feet wasn't made at that time.#elvis presley x reader #elvis x reader #elvis smut #elvis imagine #elvis 2022 #austin butler #austin elvis imagine

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beauvibaby · 2 years

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He found me – Jake Seresin “Hangman”

summary: you move to live near your aunt to escape your abusive ex, but what happens when you fall for a navy pilot?

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS!! Also not proofread, sorry y’all 🥲

Warnings: talk of physical abuse, degrading talk, depictions of abuse, anxiety, panic attack, slight depression, gun use, death

Everytime you close your eyes, you thought of Jake, you have completely totally fallen, even if it’s only been a couple of months, but you wouldn’t dare open that side of you up yet. “Baby?” Jake mumbled, he nudged you softly, shaking you from your daze, “we gotta move up.” He laughed softly, his hand on your back as you giggled nervously. “Sorry.” You mumbled, releasing the tension from your shoulders as he tucked you into his chest when the ocean breeze came over. It was a local food truck night down by the beach, it was a perfect casual date, but the lines were insanely long. “That’s alright,” he paused, glancing down at you, “everything ok? You’ve been awfully quiet tonight.” He asked, smiling when you looked up at him. He recognized the love struck look in your eyes, he knew it was the same way he looked at you, but he too was cautious with the word love, after being burned before. “Yeah, just thinking is all, the bar has been busy, Penny wants me to help her hide a new bartender.” You made a small fib, but it got him off your back, you just weren’t quite ready to tell him aloud what had happened in your past.

***

“Y/N, he needs to know.” Penny whispered as she consoled you in the back room of the hard deck. You nodded even though you were sobbing, you and Jake had gotten into an argument and you had a panic attack and ran off. He was distraught as Penny refused to let him back here to check on you, he didn’t know about your whole past, he knew you moved here in a hurry, and he met you within a month of you being here. He thought you moved to be closer to your aunt Penny, but he didn’t know, he couldn’t even begin to guess that you moved here to get away from your abusive ex fiancé.

Penny welcomed you as soon as you called her crying from the bus station, she helped you get back on your feet here, she held you when you cried and encouraged you when you were brave, but she recognized that Jake was becoming that for you even if you didn’t realize it. “Here’s what we’re gonna do honey, you’re going to go in the bathroom and wash off this runny mascara, I’ll clock you out and Jake is going to take you home. You have to tell him, he can’t help if he doesn’t know.” Penny spoke slowly, finally feeling your breathing begin to even out, “ok.” You whispered, nodding your head, mentally preparing yourself. “What if he doesn’t want to deal with me after this?” You asked, you knew it was stupid. “Believe me, he cares about you, I’ve never seen him with anyone the way he is with you.” Penny assured, “and if he has a problem with it, he knows I’ll beat his ass and put Maverick on him.” She teased to lighten the mood, she kissed your head before ushering you to the employee bathroom.

“Maverick, please, I’ve never seen her like that before, let me check on her!” Jake pleaded, he was getting frustrated as his captain kept blocking him and making him sit on the bar stool. Phoenix and Bradley looked over when Penny came out, wiping her hands on her jeans. “Jake.” She waved him over to the corner, finally Maverick let him get through, shooting Penny a concerned glance. “She’s in the bathroom, I need you to take her home, ok? She’s gotta talk to you about something.” Penny instructed, Jake stood rigid as he nodded, not liking how serious Penny was being. “If you hurt her–“ “I won’t, Penny, I swear on my career.” Jake cut her off, stepping away when you came out, eyes puffy and makeup washed off.

“Hey babe.” He spoke softly, rubbing your shoulders, “you want me to take you home?” He asked, giving you a soft smile when you nodded. “Ok.” He tucked you under his arm and led you out, ignoring the looks from his team, they knew he was falling for you these last few months but it was still odd to see Hangman be a gentleman.

Jake opened the car door for you, giving you his hand to help you get up into his truck, “thanks.” Your voice was hoarse and it made him frown, not realizing how badly you were affected by whatever set you off.

When you got to your house you let Jake in wordlessly and immediately locked the door behind him, something he had noticed you do before, he had a brief thought flash through his head, but he refused to let that be true. He thought back to when he raised his hand to pull on his hair when you two bickered and how you cowered away before speed walking into the back. “Y/N.” Jake mumbled, you turned to him nervously, “what do you need to tell me?” He asked, keeping the distance that you had provided, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. You turned, lifting your shirt up and revealing a scar along your side, Jake gasped. “His name is Mike, he started when we got engaged.” You whispered, voice trembling, “he was always aggressive, yelling over stupid things, but then he hit me once, he swore it was only once but…” you trailed off, motioning to the scar, “this was my last straw.” You declared, putting on a brave front. “I wrote a note, told him I was leaving him, and then I got on a bus here to stay with my aunt. He doesn’t know about her, he doesn’t even know her name, it was the best shot I had.” You concluded, finally turning to look at Jake who looked furious but also concerned.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry this happened to you, I’m sorry I scared you at the bar. Baby I would never, never, lay a hand on you.” He whispered, hesitating to step closer, you nodded and he approached slowly, finally pulling you into his arms. “I know you wouldn’t, I’m sorry I freaked out.” You sniffled, feeling him shake his head. “You have every right to feel that way, it’s a trigger for you and I promise I’ll keep that in mind.” He pulled away to kiss you softly, now he was putting together the pieces, the way you jumped at certain things, how you always stayed safely behind the bar when you were working. You flinched when the doorbell rang, “hey, it’s alright.” Jake murmured, he went over to the door and looked, he didn’t see anything so he unlocked it and peeked outside. He furrowed his eyebrows as he saw a food delivery with a note on it. “What is it?” You asked, petrified as you stood a few feet behind him, debating on grabbing something to make you feel like you had a chance against an attacker. “Penny sent us dinner.” He laughed, turning back to you as he locked the door, you breathed a sigh of relief, “does that mean you can stay tonight?” You asked sheepishly, but feeling better when Jake grinned like a fool. “I’ll take all the time I can get with you before I deploy.” He assured you, he could see your smile falter when you realized the deployment was coming up fast, but you pushed it aside and decided to enjoy the time with him.

What could go wrong?

***

Jake had left late last night for the mission, and you were finally back to work after Penny insisted you take a couple of days off.

“Oh, thanks for the food the other night.” You spoke up as you and Penny stocked the coolers, she was about to nod but then she realized she didn’t know what you were talking about. “I didn’t send food.” She felt the air go rigid at her words, “what?” You mumbled, eyes wide. “The night Jake took you home?” She asked for clarification, “yes, food got delivered and there was a note on it that said it was from you.” You explained to her, your eyes begging her to say oh yeah I forgot, but she didn’t. “Y/N, don’t panic now. It couldn’t possibly be.” Penny cautioned you as she saw your chest beginning to rise and fall rapidly. “Penny. He’s gotta be here, who else would do that?” You whispered, even though the bar wasn’t open yet and there was no one around to see or hear you. “Honey, breathe.” She grabbed you by the shoulders, “you’re going to stay with me until Jake comes back, ok? Everything is going to be fine.” Your aunt feigned confidence but it worked enough for you to take a slow breath and nod. You couldn’t do anything but hope she was right and keep your head on a swivel.

You were on edge all night, flinching every time there was a loud noise, feeling like you heard his voice everywhere.

As the night started to fizzle out, you felt a little more at ease, the longer nothing happened the more you were convinced everything was ok. Tommy tapped you on the shoulder, “it’s for you, Y/N.” He handed over the bar phone, your mind instantly thought maybe it was Jake, maybe he got to make a call. “Hello?” You spoke cheerily, being met with nothing, “hello?” You repeated again, not letting your mind go where it was trying to. “I’ll let you know when we’re over.” Mike snarled and then the line went dead. You had to grab the counter so you didn’t fall to the ground, you spun around, looking for that unforgettable face. “Penny, he found me, he found me.” You whispered, “he called the bar, oh my god, I can’t stay here.” You were spiraling now. “What?” Penny gasped, she took the phone and looked at the last number that called, the number was blocked, of course it was, he’s not stupid.

“What do I do?” You asked, forcing yourself to remain somewhat calm as you made someone’s drink, the bar didn’t care that your life was falling apart, the customers still wanted their alcohol. “You stay calm, you stay with me, and we’ll figure this out. We can call the cops, you can get a restraining order.” She explained, racking her brain for any other ideas, it was hard to come up with anything since you had never reported any abuse to the police. You flinched as your phone rang in your pocket, you fished it out and gasped when you saw Jake’s name on your screen. “Hello?” You rushed to the back, Penny smiling as she heard the excitement in your voice. “Hi babe.” Jake breathed out, relieved to hear your voice, he was a little upset when they got their assignments last night, but he knew it was for a reason. “I miss you, Jake.” You sighed, you weren’t going to tell him what’s happened, that can wait until he’s home and safe. “I miss you too, Y/N, I come home tomorrow, just a quick in and out mission.” He assured you, you could picture his smile. “I don’t have long, but I just wanted to hear your voice honey.” He charmed, you giggled, “that’s what I’m here for.” You joked, looking out the window towards the dark beach. You saw a man yelling at a girl and it made you tense up. “Jake, I’m really sorry but it’s swamped at the bar and Penny really needs me.” You spoke quickly, setting off an alarm in his head. “Oh, ok, I’ll see you soon, bye babe.” He hardly used your name anymore and you loved it, you loved him.

“Bye.” You whispered, putting the phone back in your pocket, you ran your hands over your face. “Snap out of it, Y/N.” You muttered, forcing your brain to zone out as you finished the rest of your shift.

***

You tried to crawl away but you couldn’t, he was too fast, “what do you mean you aren’t happy?” Mike shouted, the belt pulled taught in his hands as you laid on the ground. “I do everything for you! Can’t you appreciate that!” He was red in the face, the belt snapped against you again, the same spot, three times, the welt was already there and beginning to get raw and break open. “Mike, please.” You whispered, “please baby.” You knew you had to kiss up to him to make him stop. “You’re hurting me.” You cried, feeling the snap one more time before he tossed it aside. “When I get back you better have dinner ready and this mess cleaned up.” You didn’t dare move until you heard the sound of his car pulling out of the driveway.

You scrambled to your feet in agonizing pain, scribbling a note telling him to go to hell, you grabbed a bag and threw your most important items into it and left, you got on the bus and left, never wanting to see him again.

***

You sat up abruptly at the crashing noise downstairs, “Amelia?” Penny shouted, “I’m in my room.” She answered as you all peeked into the hallway, “motherfucker.” Penny cussed, she went into her room and came back out with a taser, “Amelia go in your room.” She demanded and her daughter didn’t hesitate to listen as she’d never seen her mom this serious. You grabbed your phone and followed her down the stairs slowly, you cringed as they creaked as you walked. Penny reached the bottom and slammed her hand on the light switch, ready to attack if need be. Pete froze like a deer in headlights, cleaning up the lamp he had knocked over and broken. Penny sighed in relief, and you nearly collapsed to be seated on the stairs, your heart finally returning to a normal rhythm. Penny rushed over to hug her boyfriend as realization set in that he was home, early.

“You’re back! Early!” Penny cheered before she remembered you were there too. “Y/N, what’s wrong?” Pete asked in concern, walking over to you, “Jake went to your place, he said he had to see you.” Pete murmured, thinking that you were concerned for your boyfriend. Penny and you went wide eyed at the same time, “my house?!” “Her house?!” You spoke at the same time, Pete flinched as Amelia came thumping down the stairs. “Call him.” Penny demanded, Amelia embracing Pete in a quick hug, “Pete we need to talk.” Penny pulled him aside, catching him up as you bounced your leg as the phone rang and rang, just when you lost hope you heard his cheery voice. “I was trying to surprise you.” Jake laughed, you could still hear that he was driving. “Do not go to my house, I’m staying with Penny.” You demanded, instantly knocking him out of his happy daze. “Why are you–“ “Jake, please just come to Penny’s house. I can’t, I need to know you’re ok.” You whispered, Penny sat beside you, pulling you into her side, “baby, calm down, I’m turning around now.” He assured you, you nodded slowly, “be careful.” Your voice was barely above a whisper but he heard you. “You’re scaring me, what’s going on?” He asked, panicking a little when he heard the shift of your phone before Penny’s voice came over the line.

“He found her, and she needs you, Jake.” She told him and he went rigid before speeding up as he was only a few minutes away. “I’m coming.” The line went dead after that as he tossed his phone aside to focus on the road.

“Alright, he’s coming, let’s not get all worked up.” Penny sighed, Pete nodded in agreement, “I know my words probably feel empty, Y/N, but I promise Jake and I, the whole team, would do anything to keep you safe.” Pete whispered, taken back when you rushed to hug him. Penny fanned at her eyes to push the tears back as you broke down in his arms. “Thank you.” You cried, “it’s alright.” Pete murmured, rubbing your back softly. He had never seen you like this, but he was one of the few who knew what brought you here, and he wanted nothing more than to see you bright and happy like you were the first time he met you years ago. The sound of a truck pulling up in the driveway eased your nerves, the door slammed and in record speed the front door was being pushed open and there stood Jake. Pete let go of you and you ran over to Jake, letting him pick you up in a koala hug. “Did he hurt you?” Jake whispered, cautious of Amelia being there and not wanting to scare her anymore as she sat beside her mom with a pale face. “No.” You shook your head, “he called the bar, and he was the one who sent us food.” You whispered, holding Jake tighter as he walked into the kitchen to give you two some space from everyone else.

***

Days had turned into weeks, and before you knew it, it had been a month since you’d had anything to do with Mike, it was like he fell off the face of the earth after that night. You were finally feeling at ease, maybe he’d found something else to fixate on, had you really been able to escape him for good?

You sat next to Penny in the crowd, the team was being awarded medals for their last mission, you hadn’t known how dangerous it was until afterwards, since Jake wasn’t allowed to say anything. You had your phone tucked away into your little crossbody bag, clapping as they began to give out the medals, it was being done on base, it was a beautiful day outside and you were enjoying getting to see the team being recognized for everything they do. Penny clapped and stood up when they announced Pete, making you giggle as Pete shot her a proud smile. You were so happy for them, finally they got on the right track, because you always knew he was the one for her.

You felt your phone vibrating in your bag, but you didn’t think much of it as you beamed with pride when Jake caught your gaze, you blew him a kiss, smirking when he gave you a cheesy grin. You loved him, it was time to tell him, you decided at that moment, as soon as this was over and you were able to see him, he would know how you felt.

Rooster was next, then Phoenix, then Bob. You knew Jake would be next in line so you got your phone out, eyes landing on the messages you had.

Each one was another picture of right now, first a far shot, but then they got progressively closer, the final one, a picture of Jake smiling right at you. “Penny.” You thrusted the phone into her hand, quickly looking around, that son of a bitch. You weren’t even scared at this point, you were mad, you were so furious that he felt like he had this control over your life. Penny began to look too, though she didn’t know what he looked like, she was confident he would be noticeable as a creep. “Gun, get down!” The security officers shouted, sending everyone into a panic, you flew to the ground, hands over your head as you heard three rounds get fired, people were screaming, kids were crying. Penny laid over your back to protect you, flinching everytime the guns went off. You were shaking like a leaf as it suddenly got quiet, the only commotion heard was boots hitting the ground as you assumed the security team had hit Mike. Penny slowly lifted her head, looking around, she wasn’t the only one, “Y/N.” She tugged on your arm, “is that him?” She whispered as you moved to kneel instead of being hunched over, your eyes drifted towards the group of guards, they were talking fast and moving even faster. You finally let your gaze fall to the man lying on the ground, clearly bleeding out, your stomach lurched, “yes.” You whispered, “that’s him, oh my-oh my god.”

“Penny, Y/N!” You heard, making you look away from what you presumed was Mike lying dead on the ground. “Y/N!” Jake hollered, following Pete through the crowd as everyone made their way to their families. Rooster was in tow, as Pete was the only one who was here for him. “Jake!” You pushed through some people, nearly falling into him, “are you ok?” You both asked at the same time. “Yes.” You nodded as you spoke, cupping his face as you looked for any damage to him. “I’m ok.” He sighed, hugging you tightly, “I love you.” He declared, “I couldn’t wait any longer to say that, and then I thought something happened to you and–“ you cut him off with a kiss. “I love you, Jake.” You assured him, kissing him once more. “It was Mike, with the gun, they shot him.” You told him nervously, feeling immense guilt if something had happened to anyone here. Jake went wide eyed as he looked over when they placed Mike on a gurney, it was clear he was gone but they had to try. “I’m gonna be sick.” You muttered hiding your face in Jake’s chest. Jake rubbed your back and pushed your hair to the side as he felt your neck burning up.

“It’s ok, it’s all gonna be ok.” He murmured, it was over now, you could move on, with Jake, you could be happy again.

You will be happy again.

Tagging: @eberles @miracleonice87 @suitandtys (thank you tiff for helping me with this fic!)

#top gun Maverick #top gun #top gun Maverick fic #jake seresin #jake Seresin imagine #jake Seresin fic #hangman fic #hangman imagine #hangman Seresin

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aph-mable · 1 year

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/25905241/chapters/62955976

Superphantom: The Ghost King, three hunters, and an Angel.

Eros_Creature17

Chapter 3: Can history not kill me, again.

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Danny let out a sigh so loud that it almost turned into a defending echo in the small bathroom, almost like he had heard a repeating punchline that wasn't funny anymore.

In front of him was a blonde-haired woman, in a ghostly gown, ready to turn monstrous over a lost piece of jewelry.

Without a moment's hesitation, he started to go through each pocket he could of the new clothing he had, trying to find the ring the spirit was demanding so badly for.

The moment Danny found it he pulled the ring into sight, it was a silver ring with a pearl in the middle, Danny could understand why anyone would want this in fairness it was really pretty.

"This is the ring you were looking for right? I can just hand it to you and you'll be on your way to what I'm guessing is the ball".

When the spirit saw Danny had her ring her face contorted as her jaw newly ripped off her face and her neck turned to the side so quickly it nearly snapped, more ectoplasm was dripping onto the bathroom floor, her nails grew sharp, with a moment she rushed towards Danny in a fit of rage.

Luckily, before she could even reach him he had turned into his ghost form, minus the crown he was hiding and floated out of the way as he held onto the ring tightly.

This didn't stop the angry ghost and she kept on trying to attack while Danny was barely avoiding her swipes since they were in a tight room.

"You know you can make things a lot easier if you just-"

Danny was knocked against the door and turned human just before he was flung out of the bathroom, his neck had a shallow cut but both his human and ghostly blood was mixing with the ectoplasm that had dripped from the ghost's sharpened nails.

So much for talking it out, and with him now out in the open he couldn't just use his powers, Danny needed one of his weapons and luckily noticed where Dean had put them.

In a single moment, Danny was sprinting down the hall as he wiped away the ecto blood the best he could and was running towards the living room, Ring lady rushing behind him as she let out a pretty weak ghostly wail that had gotten the attention of Sam and Dean.

Just as Danny passed the kitchen, with his blood leaving a trail was when the two brothers came out and were ready to fire their guns, buying Danny a bit more time to get his.

Danny saw that his ecto shooter was on a shelf a little too high to reach but he didn't have enough time, whatever bullets Mr. Sasquatch and Dean were only slowing the nasty down but not getting rid of it.

He jumped high and used a bit of elevation to snatched the weapon off the shelf, he made sure it was loaded and powered before going in front of the Winchester who stopped to reload their guns, letting Danny give them some cover.

The type of bullets Danny had was a mix of iron bullets and ectoplasm that harmed ghosts pretty badly, but Danny learned that if he added his powers to it the shots became three times the damage hitters.

He only ever did this once before to finally stop evil Danny from escaping, and it had laid permit damage onto the powerful ghost so Danny had no clue what it would do to this lower level one.

In a blaze of flashing green light, Danny had shot at the ghost two times, and the damage was unbelievable, it caused the spirits to nearly turn to ash that was slowly fading away, but before the spirit could disappear completely Danny rushed forward and made sure the ring was being held tightly in the ghost hand, the ghostly presents smiled as she had her ring returned to her, but it was her time to go.

The ghostly woman faded away in dull white light, taking her ring with her as she vanished.

The moment she was gone Danny let out the air he didn't know he was holding in, relieved that he could make a ghost pass on peacefully, but it wasn't the end of Danny's troubles.

"What the hell do you think you were doing?!".

Danny jumped and quickly turned around as Dean started to tell him, a look of anger the teen was hoping he could avoid in the future.

Dean was nearly stomping towards him, everything about him was loud and Danny hated it, it wasn't the fun loud like his dad used to be, it was the type of loud that happened only during storms.

Dean was about the rip into Danny about doing crazy stunts, and how he was just a kid who didn't know better, but Danny couldn't hear a thing of it.

In fact, Danny's vision was getting quite blurry since it was really hard to breathe, darkness was slowly sounding him as the cuts on Danny's neck we're still bleeding, the mix of ectoplasm and his blood dripped down his chest.

The last few seconds that Danny could remember was darkness and the feeling of falling.

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Danny was trapped with his mind while he was healing, stuck in an endless void of darkness with being alone in his own thoughts.

He could remember when he helped his parents build their weapons that they would later use on him without them knowing, and how Danny found out that the ecto bullets they used had been made not just from iron bullets, but from ectoplasm which was basically ghosted blood.

Danny always wondered how they had harvested it, but the guilt if some poor soul being used always made Danny's blood run cold, even when he learned how he decided that he wouldn't use another ghost.

Instead, Danny used his own blood, yes it hurts more than anything, yet it was worth it if he could save lives without taking others.

Danny was also remembering the day he 'died' and became a halfa...

Danny had only just 14 a few days ago, and his parents nearly missed his birthday since they were still moping around after their ghost portal didn't work.

At the time Danny was mostly happy about it, he had a fear of ghosts and wasn't going to lose sleep now that he didn't have to worry about them just showing up in the basement.

But Danny also felt pretty bad too, his parents had been working on the portal even before Jazz was born, and to see them barely even eat all because the stupid portal wouldn't work was nearly torture to see.

So he decided that he was going to try and fix it himself, all because his parents gave up hope, didn't mean Danny would.

Before going down Danny had called his friends over so if something did happen at least one of them could go get help.

Danny was shaking with fear but he felt like there was no turning back now, the plan was set, plus all he was doing was taking a quick look inside so it wouldn't be too bad.

With one last sigh, Danny pulled up his black and white jumpsuit and slowly went inside the gaping mechanical mouth of the strange machine in front of him.

When he got inside he could barely see a thing in front of him and was nearly tripping over every wire in his way so he stuck to one side of the wall to help guide him deeper.

It felt like Danny was stumbling through empty blackness, he couldn't see a thing in front of his face so it was like walking in a never-ending tunnel.

As Danny's hand slides against the wall he felt his hand had pushed onto some kind of button that had just clicked.

Danny didn't even have time to react to the sound before his sight was flashed with a green blinding light, he could feel some kind of power surge through his vines, the universe around him screamed and sang all at once inside the young boy's head.

He wanted it to stop, he wanted it to fade away, but his body craved more of this power, it was causing his heart to beat faster than his body could handle yet it kept ongoing.

Just as Danny's mind began to slip into madness, he was pulled away from his torment by boney hands that grasped him softly.

Danny looked up as he saw a man with a pointy nose and sunken in cheeks, his dark brown hair slicked back like feathers, he was holding Danny almost comforting him as he was crying.

He never wanted to leave the stranger man's hold, it felt cold and lifeless but welcoming, his embrace was much better compared to feeling every last soul in the Universe coursing through his vines.

Just as Danny faintly calmed down and was ready to follow the man, he was suddenly being pulled back, he tried to hang on with what energy he had left but Danny was being brought back to the confusion and dismay of the long nose man's wishes, but there wasn't much he could do to get Danny back.

Danny was laying on the hard ground when he woken up, but something was off.

Every time Danny blinked he kept on switching between his parent's lab and a greenish floating purgatory, which left him paralyzed for nearly an hour.

When he had woken up he rushed towards the mirror, and for the first time, he saw his ghostly form.

His hair was white as snow, what he could see of his skin had darkened a little, his eyes were nauseous neon green, and his freckles glowed a dull earthly been too.

Danny's jumpsuit colours had inverted and were almost burned onto his body.

Danny couldn't handle this, his mind was still pounding from the power flowing through him and the loud voices we're starting to come back, he didn't want to be here he didn't want to feel this pain anymore, he just wanted the empty blackness again, and in that instant, he passed out again, being left alone in the endless void to heal.

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~Dean's pov~

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Dean and his brother Sammy just got in from searching both the town and the surrounding woods for any more clues, but they came up empty-handed and needed to get to Bobby's since it was now raining, but for once that didn't bother him too much.

His mind was focusing on other things, one of which was making a plan to get back to Cas's good side, and how the hell are they going to deal with the Danny kid.

Something about Danny just felt off, like his entire excitants shouldn't be there, and when Cas couldn't even feel the kids presents that made him more suspicious of the kid.

Speaking of the kid, where was he? And where was Cas?

Dean sighed as he was about to search the house again but felt someone hold his hand, Dean looked over and saw it was Cas.

Cas still looked a little upset but was holding Dean's hand lovingly, which was the closet Dean was going to get any kind of forgiveness at this point in time.

Dean went into the kitchen while still holding Cas's hand, and without even looking up Sammy just had to commit on it.

" ah, so the love birds are no longer fighting".

Both Dean and Cas blushed up and looked away from each other more but still didn't let go of each other.

While Dean was looking away he noticed the old box on the table, he slowly went over to it and looked inside, it was both his and Sam's old clothing.

"Hey Bobby, where you find these old things?"

"In the attic, since Danny now doesn't have much way of clothing I thought I could just give him the old ones you don't use anymore".

Dean shrugged and looked through the old stash of clothing, some memories coming back, one of which was the time he had accidentally picked up a haunted ring, though he was pretty sure he had gotten rid of the thing.

Bobby had just finished making dinner when Dean noticed some kind of banging noise coming from the hall, he sighed as he got up thinking that the kid was most likely having some late reaction tantrum or whatever.

But as he entered the hallway with Sam behind him, Danny had rushed passed, a deranged ghost of a woman was chasing after him, Dean needed to stop the thing before it could reach the kid.

Dean fired multiple shots at the ghoul, all he could do was slow it down while Sam was rushing back into the kitchen to grab some salt to create a barrier.

Before Sam could even come back and Dean was reloading Danny rushed ahead of him holding a gun in his hands in the proper form somehow, he had held that gun before and it was twice as heavy as the one he was even holding, but the kid held it without any issue.

What Dean saw before him was flashes of green light that was ripping the ghost almost to ashes, whatever the kid was using was better weapons than anything they had and was really effective.

When Dean saw Danny running up to the ghost he had little time to stop him from getting too close, he saw the kid shove some kind of item into the ghostly woman's hand and for once Dean saw a spirit smile, not viciously but sweetly as it passed on with a small flash of white.

Dean was in disbelief about what happened right in front of him, who was this kid, and why the hell would he run towards the very thing that could have killed him!

"What the hell do you think you were doing?!".

Dean was stomping towards Danny in a rush of both anger but also fear for the kid, " you could have been killed or worse, do you not have any common sense in your head! You're supposed to run away from ghosts, not towards them!".

Dean could have ranted and raved at this kid for hours but when Danny had turned around to face Dean his face fell in horror as he finally noticed the thick blood coming from Danny's neck, the blood was mixing with ectoplasm as it soaked his shirt and had left a trail behind him.

Danny's eyes were starting to close as his body swayed, Dean barely reacted in time as the boy fainted.

"Danny, Danny! Come on kid don't you fucking do this now! Sam! Get the first aid now!".

It took some time but they had cleaned out Danny's wounds and bandaged up his neck, when the kid wakes up he won't be able to talk for at least a week.

Cas had tried his best to heal Danny up but couldn't do a thing, something about a higher power blocking him and talking about if the kid had some kind of guardian like how he was to Dean.

Dean wasn't listing much, he was too focused on the kid that was still somehow breathing but was in a deep sleep on top of his baby brother as they cuddled on the couch.

He ate what he could of dinner, Bobby going around the house and putting up a new salt barrier to make sure no more ghosties come through.

Once everything was settled down, the blood cleaned, and the place was safe again all four of them were just plain tired from the day and needed some sleep.

Sam offered to stay up both to watch Danny and to make sure no one broke into the house while the others slept.

Bobby went off to his library, and Sam was reading while his legs dangling off the couch as the knocked out kid slept on top of him, leaving Dean and Cas to do their own thing for the night.

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~Danny's pov~

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Danny woke up slowly with a painful moan, he hadn't felt this bad since being hit in the head with the ghost boomerang.

His body winces as his throat nearly felt on fire, Danny reached up and could feel bandages around his neck.

Danny was about to see if he could use his ice core to make it feel less painful but he quickly noticed something was moving underneath him, or more of snoring.

He blinked his eyes a couple of times as he looked up and saw Mr. Sasquatch was fast asleep and snoring with a book in his hand and Danny gently being held in his other arm.

Danny was more than confused but wasn't going to complain, the guy felt comfy and Danny did need the reassurance of someone who was alive next to him.

Danny laid his head back down and could hear Sam's heartbeat, it was smooth and almost rhythmic, which helped Danny calm down and even forget the pain he was in, letting him rest his eyes for a few more minutes.

When he opened them again he nearly jumped as he saw the angel guy, who now had messy hair, some kind of bruise on his neck, and is no longer wearing his trench coat staring at Danny with the face of constipation once more, which made every hair on Dany stick up as he heard the human and angelic voice once more.

" We need to talk about your guardian Danny".

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End of Chapter 3.

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