#but i would have written him dying and i wasn't ready for that

[roosterforme]

The Gray Sweatpants | Rooster x Reader

Summary: For you and Bradley, sharing a home comes easily. He is always willing to put in the extra work to make you happy, and he will do it wearing his gray sweatpants and a smile.

Warnings: Fluff and smut

Length: 2100 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots! (But it can be read on its own) Check my masterlist in my profile for the reading order! Based on a request.

Living with you was an interesting change of pace for Bradley. He had gotten so used to tiny living quarters and never sharing anything. But now you were here in this big house, along with all of your colorful stuff, and your perfume, and your kitchen gadgets. And you wanted to share everything with him. 

Not a day went by that you weren't wearing his clothing and using his shaving cream in the shower. And you always offered to share your food with him, holding up a sandwich or forkful of food for him to take a bite. You always seemed to be around asking about his day and giving him all of the details of yours, delivered with your own brand of wit and humor that never failed to have him wrapping his arms around you. 

It was one of the first Friday nights after you moved into his house, and now it was your house, too. Every time he got to use the word "ours", it made him happy in a way he couldn't really explain. 

"I was thinking we should plant a garden in the backyard," you said, feeding Bradley a bite of your dinner from your perch on his lap. You were wearing one of his Top Gun shirts and nothing else, and Bradley couldn't imagine living here without you. "I mean, San Diego kind of sucks for flowers, but we're hardy east coast people. We should have a garden."

"We would have no street cred if we didn't have sad, dying, east coast people flowers," he replied, delighting in the sound of your laughter. 

"Exactly! Plus, the backyard is a little scary, Roo. I'll help you clean it up on Sunday, if you want."

"Sure, Baby Girl. We'll see."

But he had something else in mind now.

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You woke up on Saturday morning to an empty bed and groaned. Bradley knew you had particular rules concerning him staying in bed with you on Saturday mornings. And you expected a certain level of compliance. 

"Bradley?" you called as you stumbled into the kitchen where you found him brewing coffee and eating some toast in just his gray sweatpants.

"Morning, Sweetheart," he rasped, but your mouth had gone dry. You must still be in bed, asleep and dreaming. That was the only way this would make sense.

You made a soft, strangled sound as Bradley reached up into the cabinet and grabbed your favorite mug. "Want some coffee?"

"Bradley," you whispered. He wasn't even wearing any underwear. You could see the outline of his cock pressing against the soft fabric as the pants hung low on his hips. 

You were taking a step closer to him, ready to drop to your knees when he said, "You'll be late for brunch with Cam and Maria if you don't leave soon." You had completely forgotten about your plans.

Your eyes slid up his naked torso until they met his smirking face. "Why are you not wearing underwear?"

He suddenly looked embarrassed, cheeks flushing pink. "I actually need you to show me how to use the washing machine. I'm almost out of clean clothes. Can you show me after brunch?"

You glanced at the clock on the microwave and sighed. You didn't even have time to properly blow your boyfriend like you wanted to. "Yeah, I'll show you after I get home, Roo," you whispered, running your fingers along his length through his pants.

"Oh fuck," he grunted when you cupped him and squeezed softly. He pressed you against the edge of the counter, and you could feel him getting hard for you. 

But you just stuck your chin in the air. "Next Saturday, make sure you stay in bed with me longer." You ducked out of his grasp with a grin while he groaned your name. "Oh, and I don't want to be late for brunch."

You got ready to go out, and when you passed him in the kitchen before you left, he was eating more toast and glaring at you. 

"You gonna come back and take care of this later?" he grunted, gesturing to his semi.

"Sure, Roo. Right after we do your laundry," you said with a wink. He just grunted in response before you added, "And make sure you don't go out in those pants. They are indecent!"

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As soon as you were gone, Bradley thought about jerking off, but he knew he had a limited amount of time before you would be home again. So he quickly put his old sneakers on along with his aviators and traipsed out through the sliding glass door to the backyard. You weren't wrong; it was in pretty rough shape.

Bradley kicked over a faded lawn gnome and opened up the shed. He pulled out some shovels and a rake that the previous owners had left, and he got to work. An hour later, he was shocked to find that there was in fact a garden bed buried back along the privacy fence. He dug up dead plants and weird lawn ornaments, tossing everything off to the side to get taken out with the trash. 

He stopped working for a minute to wipe the sweat from his brow. The sun was strong even for early December, but at least it wasn't too hot outside. And now, as he looked around, Bradley was pleased to see that the whole space looked a lot better. His girlfriend wanted a garden? Well then she would get one.

"Roo?" you called from the sliding glass door. You were grinning and heading his way with a cold water bottle. "What are you doing?"

He took the drink from your hand and downed the entire thing before he answered you. "Making the yard nicer for you. Check it out. A garden bed."

But you weren't really looking at the yard as much as you were looking at him. You wrapped your arms around his sweaty torso and kissed him. "You're so sweet."

He grinned down at you but didn't dare touch, not wanting to get your cute dress all dirty. "We can go to the nursery tomorrow and pick out some flowers if you want. We can plant them...." His word trailed off as you bit your lip and slipped your hand inside the front of his sweatpants. 

"I've been thinking about this since I left for brunch." Your voice was soft and breathless as your fingers teased his length before you wrapped your small hand around his cock. "Been thinking about these gray sweatpants."

Bradley let you ease the fabric down until he was fully exposed. You were licking your lips and moaning softly. He knew exactly what that meant.

"God damn it," he groaned as you dropped to your knees on the grass in front of him. He was standing in the center of the yard, looking around to see if there was any way one of the neighbors could see what was going on. But when you kissed and licked away his precum before parting your lips and taking his tip, he decided he didn't care. 

Bradley reached one big palm to the back of your head and guided you along. You took him a little deeper, looking up at him as your mouth filled up with each inch of him until your lip was brushing his coarse hairs. You gagged a bit, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked on him. "You're such a good girl. I'll give you anything you want."

You moaned around him, your tongue swirling along the underside of his entire length until you pulled him out to the tip. You kissed him sweetly and softly asked, "You know what I want, Roo?"

Bradley shook his head a little bit, dazed as you let his cock rest against your plush tongue. He was panting now and twitching as your hot breath teased his dick. 

"You tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you."

You giggled and smiled up at him with half lidded eyes as your tongue caressed him. You kissed his swollen tip and nuzzled him with your nose before you said, "I want you to fuck me. Right here. In our backyard."

Bradley hauled you to your feet by grabbing your elbows. You squealed with delight, but he hushed you with one hand over your mouth. "I'll give you what you want, but you have to behave. You want our elderly neighbors calling the cops, because they think I'm back here trying to murder you?"

You groaned and licked Bradley's palm, gripping his cock with both hands. "Please, Bradley. Please make it so good that it sounds like that!"

His hand drifted down to your neck, and he led you to the side of the shed, stroking your soft skin as you practically purred for him. His hard dick bounced along, hanging out over his sweatpants as he backed you up against the small building. "Okay."

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You were so turned on for him, and you blamed it all on his sweatpants. He had no idea what he was capable of in those things. But without underwear? Bradley Bradshaw should have been illegal. 

And now he had your back pinned against the shed with his huge hand on your neck while he reached into your underwear and started to finger you. 

"Oh," you gasped, admiring the way his aviators were sliding down his nose while you rode his middle finger. The pressure on your throat wasn't enough to hurt, but it was enough to make you feel like you were no longer in charge here. And that feeling excited you. 

Bradley's thumb stroked your clit, and you cried out for him. "Shh, be a good girl," he whispered, kissing your lips one time while his middle finger pressed forward on your most sensitive spot. When you whimpered, he kissed your forehead and said, "Yeah, nice and quiet, Baby Girl. Show me how good you can be."

You kept your little noises as quiet as you could, moving your hips in time with his thumb stroking you. When you were close, Bradley slipped his finger out of you, leaving you whining his name. He spun you to face the shed, yanking your underwear down so the lace brushed along your legs before they hit the ground. You planted both of your palms against the siding as Bradley pulled your dress up to your waist, fully exposing you to any neighbor who could have potentially been a little too nosy. 

"Oh my god," you groaned as Bradley planted his left hand above yours and guided himself inside you with the other. 

"You're so fucking wet." His voice was deep and needy as he fucked you, placing his hand on your pussy. He let you rub yourself against him as he bumped you along with his thrusts. 

"Bradley." The second syllable was much louder than the first, your voice rising in pitch with pleasure. "Fuck!"

"Shh," he scolded once more. "Quiet, or I'll stop."

It was an empty threat, you were sure of it. He must be beyond the point of no return, but just in case, you covered your own mouth with your hand. He had you pinned tight between his pelvis and his palm, grinding against your butt, and holding you in place.

The beautiful friction of his palm had you clenching and cumming as your orgasm washed over you suddenly. "It's so good," you whined, needing both hands on the shed to keep yourself upright. "You're so good, Roo."

The string of obscenities he muttered next to your ear were nowhere near as filthy as his cock slamming into you and filling you with his cum. He used your pussy to drain him of every last drop as you pulsed around him, and when he withdrew, you felt your thighs get coated with his mess.

You spun around to face him, eyes wide. "I can't believe you fucked me in the backyard." Your eyes dipped down to his cock, softening and dripping your mixed ejaculate all over those gray sweatpants. 

He tipped your chin up and looked at you over the top of his aviators. "You tell me you want something, I'm going to give it to you. Especially if it's my cock."

You grinned and kissed him before adjusting his sunglasses. "Let's go inside. We have even more laundry to do now." You tucked him back inside his sweatpants before stepping out of your underwear. "Don't forget those," you said, pointing to the scrap of lace in the grass.

You watched Bradley bend down and pick them up, bringing them up to his nose with a grunt as he followed you inside.

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[t0yac1d]

THH boys x fem!reader who’s the ultimate sukeban/delinquent but is actually super freaking nice? :D thank u sm! and if you don’t feel comfortable doing this request, it’s no problem ^^

Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc Boys x Ultimate Sukeban

Warnings: Chihiro Spoilers!

Notes: For those who don't know, a sukeban is a Japanese term meaning 'delinquent girl'. The usage of the word refers to either the leader of a girl gang or the entire gang itself, and is not used to refer to any one member of a girl gang. Also this posted while I was still working on it💔

Word Count: 1,108

☆Makoto Naegi was a bit scared seeing you. Your aura was intimidating and dark, your clothing was bold and different from what he's used to seeing around the school. But one day, he felt brave and confident, wanting to know who you really are and if you're the same person he's seen. What he didn't expect was for you to give him a sweet smile, a genuine one. It wasn't fake nor did it have any hint of malicious intent. He was shocked that you're actually really kind. And he was ready to see more of that.

☆Leon Kuwata was also very intimidated when he first saw you. He'd always avoid your path and you as a whole. He didn't want to he near you or your group, in fear of getting hurt. But when you asked him for the notes in your shared class, he was dumbfounded. Your voice wasn't anything like your aura or how you dressed and acted. It was sweeter, kinder, softer. Nothing he was expecting, but now he can't keep you out of his mind.

☆Hifumi Yamada always dreamed of meeting someone like you, or even being in the same vicinity as you. He's written and read about sukebans before, he always prayed to the gods to meet one and here you are. Now that you're in the same school as him and some classes, he doesn't know how to approach you. He knows sukebans are violent and mean girls, so how does he approach someone who's known for being violent and mean? By hyping yourself up and going straight to the point. He'd walk up to you and your group, introducing himself and talking about his Ultimate. What he didn't expect was for you to compliment him with a smile. He'd walk away, flustered, happy and nervous.

☆Mondo Owada takes immediate interest in you as soon as he heard about you. He knows there's a 50/50 chance that you're nice and he's willing to take that chance, especially since he is also that 50/50 chance. You just look so beautiful and strong, and the amount of confidence radiating off of you just tells him to talk to you. So he does and he's relieved that you're actually nice, and when he gets to know you he finds out that you guys have more in common than he thought. And with that he can't help but want to get to know you even more.

☆Kiyotaka Ishimaru keeps his distance from you. He can't risk being seen around you. It'll ruin his perfect reputation. At least that's what he thinks. He'd catch you in the halls during class time, and as a hall monitor he has no choice but to confront you on it. Thinking you'd give attitude or worse he prepares himself and strides up to you. He asks if you have anywhere to be and if you don't then you'd have to either go to your respective classroom or the office. His voice is loud and carries itself through the halls. You'd respond, voice opposite if his and of what he thought you'd sound like. Apologizing for the inconvenience you walk away and go to your class. Knowing how you sound and how nice you just were he can't help but want you to continue roaming the halls, just so he can talk to you, and just so he can hear your melodic voice.

☆Byakuya Togami doesn't talk to you at all. He doesn't want to be seen around you or people like you. He can't be seen around people who will ruin his reputation and who would ruin the Togami name. He avoids you but that is until you asked him about his Ultimate. You were curious as to what a Prodigy was and were dying to know. He knew you'd try talking to him, that you'd try to get his attention somehow. What he didn't know was why you sounded genuinely curious. Why your face showed genuine interest. It caught him off guard and he just didn't know why he wanted to hear you speak again. Something about your voice and sweet looking eyes drew him in. Did he appreciate his brain and heart going against him? No. But he was surprisingly thankful that you didn't stop bothering him. He liked your voice, soothing and calm, a complete contrast to your outfits and Ultimate.

☆Yasuhiro Hagakure definitely stays away from you. He already has problems with the Yakuza, he can't risk having problems with another gang. Especially the leader of one. Hearing about what happened between him and the Yakuza, you thought about helping him pay off his debt. Calling his name from the opposite side of the hall caused him to jump, it also caused other students to look and scatter, fearing of what you were about to do to the guy. He nervously asked what it is that you wanted. Expecting you to rob him or beat him, just for being in the same hallway as you. But when you pulled out a brown paper bag and handed it to him he was confused. You told him to open it and also told him to keep it, saying how you wanted to help him and that no one should be struggling to pay off the Yakuza by themselves. You walked away and he was left dumbfounded, but thankful for you, smiling to himself and also beating himself up for not thanking you right there.

☆Chihiro Fujisaki doesn't feel safe being around rough looking people, scared of getting bullied for being too weak or to girly looking for a guy. He was working on something, sitting on the ground and typing away on his computer when a guy came up and took it, teasing the smaller boy and calling him names. That's when you stepped in, grabbing the computer back and asking what the problem was, your group surrounding the space. The girls grabbed the guy and moved him to a different end of the hall, "talking" to him and leaving Chihiro with you, the leader. As thankful as he was he's still scared, wondering if you're gonna do something worse to him. You handed him his computer and asked if he was okay, also asking if he wanted to hang out at a Cafe and relax a little. He was still shocked from the events that happened but even more shocked to hear your voice, kind and calming. He accepted your offer and you smiled at him, a genuine smile, causing the boy's heart to skip beat. When you walked off he couldn't help but smile to himself.

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[strawberry-cowmilk]

shopping assistant

-> lucifer x mc

-> mc goes shopping with lucifer

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

a/n: this is very self indulgent hehe, also I've never written the word 'bag' down so often before and yes I'm still alive and will get to requests!!

content warnings: mc kind of has certain personality traits?? as in they like to shop and go a little crazy in malls I guess, lucifer and mc are already in a relationship, soft lucifer (??), this is kinda low quality honestly

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Diavolo recently opened a huge indoor mall in the Devildom. It has a lot of great stores and cafès, Majolish has some serious concurrention now. You, as an avid mall enjoyer, are of course dying to visit the place but since it's so popular and newly opened, it's been insanely crowded for a good while, especially around the time most were free.

Lucifer feels like he's been neglecting you a little lately, so he decided to surprise you. He talked it out with Diavolo, you and himself now have a day off from RAD, and Lucifer is planning on taking you to the mall. Since it's at a relatively quiet time, you will at least be able to see where you're walking.

'Lucifer! How does this look?' you beamed at your lover, who was sitting on the little couch outside of the fitting room, holding five full shopping bags and a coffee. Normally, Lucifer would never be the type to carry anyone's bags. One time Lucifer had a ton of shopping to do for some RAD event and made Mammon and Beel tag along just to hold all luggage. But it's different when it comes to you, though he'll deny it anytime anyone brings it up, he just offered to hold your bags because there were too many of them for one human to hold! Totally not because this is one of his ways of saying 'I love you'. The avatar of pride eyed your outfit up and down before smirking. 'It looks great, Mc.' despite your sweet smile, you kind of feel bad for him though, watching him sit there with all those paper bags. Was he having fun too?

You called out to Lucifer while you were changing back into your clothes. 'Hey, why don't you let me carry some of the bags?' immediately you got a hard 'no' as a response. Every time you'd ask why, Lucifer had an excuse ready to go, 'there's too many of them' or 'they'd get in your way as you're searching the clothing racks'. When you paid for your clothes at the checkout, Lucifer would instantly take the bag from the cashier, who was handing it to you. Suddenly you got a great idea, you grabbed onto a part of Lucifer's arm that wasn't posing as a makeshift rack and led him to a certain store, your footsteps creating a satisfying tapping sound against the marble floor. It was subtle, but you could see the surprise in Lucifer's gaze as he stared at the shop before him, his eyes softened as he laid them upon you. Clearly he likes the record store you led him to.

'Thank you, I didn't even know this mall had such a store.' perhaps Diavolo added it just for his friend? You giggled at the almost childlike excitement that was hidden in your pride demon's expression.

'I'll hold the bag containing everything you get from here!'

'No, not a chance, Mc.'

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[sheridans-dynamos]

Time Makes You Bolder

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: After defeating Vecna and getting your dad back, everything seems almost perfect in Hawkins, almost... until you realize that your newest friend, Eddie, has been acting a little strange around you.

Word count: 8.6k (oops?)

A/N: Here I am, officially on the Eddie train! I mean, I’ve loved him since the start, but I’ve finally written for him! Wasn’t expecting it to turn out this long, but that’s just where the story was taking me. I’m kinda proud of this one, not gonna lie, so I hope you guys like it!! (Special shoutout to @thedevilwearsvibranium​ for proofreading this for me, and coming up with a summary for me cause I was struggling lmao)

"Bye, Dad!" you spoke out into the cabin with your hand on the door, ready to make a quick getaway. 

But not quick enough it seemed, for your father appeared in the door frame of his room before you even managed to turn the handle. "Woah there, kiddo. Where you headed like that?" Hopper questioned, his arms crossing over his chest. 

You groaned as you turned towards him, letting your back rest against the door as you eyed your father. 

You had been incredibly thrilled to find out he was alive, you missed him so much while he was "dead." You remembered your reunion and how you felt in that moment as if it was yesterday, even though it was actually close to five months ago now. 

You, him and your sister, Eleven, had hugged each other and cried until all the tears had left your body. And you spent the few days following never leaving each other's side, having so much to catch each other up on in all of your respective lives.

Spring Break had been rough, with Vecna and the whole Upside Down mess. It wasn't the first time you had to deal with all of that, but it still wasn't easy. 

Many times you had feared for the lives of your friends, the friends you'd had for years now, and also the ones you'd just made through this most recent brush with certain death. 

Eddie had come really close to dying that day you defeated Vecna, but thankfully he'd made it through the fight thanks to your help. 

Things were much calmer now, and it felt good to be able to just live your life like a normal person, graduate with your friends (yes, even Eddie finally got that damn piece of paper) and now enjoy your summer with everyone.

And as much as you'd missed your dad, that was something you hadn't missed. That overprotectiveness and constant questioning of your whereabouts. Even though you couldn't really blame him, considering everything that happened over the last three years, it was still exhausting.

"Just going over to Family Video to meet up with some friends, then we'll probably go hang out at the field a bit, I don't know," you answered his question, hoping that would be the end of it.

"That Harrington boy again? I still don't trust that kid," he gruffed, and you chuckled, amused that you were still at this point. Your dad had never really liked you being friends with Steve, always saying he didn't trust "boys like that" with his daughter, that they only want one thing and blah blah blah. 

"Yes. And Nancy, and Robin, and… maybe someone else. And by the way, Dad, 'That Harrington boy,' as you call him, only has eyes for Nancy, you don't have anything to worry about," you tried to reassure him once again, even though you knew it wouldn't do much to calm his ever worrying mind. 

"Hmm. Well. Have fun, then. And don't be home too late. And don't have too much fun," Hopper said as he slowly uncrossed his arms. 

You smiled at him and his grumpy demeanor, thinking once more of just how much you'd missed him. You dropped your bag on the table next to the door, making your way to him and wrapping your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. He seemed surprised for a second, but quickly returned the gesture, holding you close to his chest. 

"What's this for?" he mumbled against your head. 

"I just love you, that's all," you responded as you pulled away, finally getting to exit the cabin.

Hopper smiled to himself as you closed the door and made your way to your car. "I love you, too, kiddo."

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You tapped your fingers against the steering wheel of your car as you drove towards the video store, your head slightly bopping to the music you were listening to with your windows down. As much as you loved the current popular music, you couldn't let go of that one album from over ten years ago that just filled you with so many emotions. Fleetwood Mac's self titled album had seen you through so many tough times in your life, it would forever be your favorite. 

Not that people knew that. You had a deep love for music, but mostly kept it to yourself. You could discuss music related things with people, but you liked to keep the songs and artists that mattered most to you close to your chest, not willing to let people intrude upon it.

You pulled into the parking lot at Family Video, turning your car off as you stepped out and made your way towards the door. You could already hear Steve and Robin bickering about something. 

Their voices became clearer as you opened the door, making the bell ring, which would usually alert them to your presence, but they seemed too engrossed in their debate to notice now.

"Robin, she's not-" Steve was saying, but Robin quickly interrupted him.

"No, I'm telling you, she definitely has- Oh, hi Y/N! Didn't see ya there!" She abruptly stopped what she had been saying when she finally became aware of your presence, starting to fidget, which caused you to frown at her.

"Who were you talking about?" you questioned.

"Oh, you know, just… someone," Steve shrugged vaguely. 

"A- a girl Steve likes!" Robin blurted, and Steve elbowed her, but she swatted at his arm, dismissing his protest. "Yeah, totally. We were talking about this girl Steve likes, and I was just telling him that obviously she likes him, cause, ya know, he's Steve and all," she finished off with an eye roll, which made you chuckle.

"So, who's the lucky girl, then?" you asked him. You were a bit surprised to hear he was into someone, considering how you knew he felt about Nancy. But if this could help him move on and be happy, then good for him.

"Oh, you know, it's um- just some girl," he told you, pretty much only echoing his answer from earlier. You eyed him cautiously, wondering why he didn't seem to want to share any information with you about this mystery girl.

"Okayyy," you let the word stretch, still confused, your mind turning over the possibilities, but snapping back to reality as Robin clapped her hands once, loudly. 

"Alright, now that you're here, let's get going! Nancy is meeting us at the field." 

You waited for her to continue, as there was still one person unaccounted for in your little friend group, but she kept silent as she hopped over the counter to make her way to the door, forcing you to say, "What about Eddie?"

The grin on Steve's face made you narrow your eyes, wondering why your question elicited such a response from him, but not thinking too much of it. "Oh don't worry, Eddie's probably already there, waiting for us." He winked at you, and you waved your arm off, dismissing this odd behavior as typical Steve shenanigans. Who knew why that man did any of what he did.

"Okay, well, let's go then! We shouldn't keep him waiting." You gestured for Steve to join you on this side of the counter and he obliged, the grin still ever present on his face as he jogged past you, ruffling your hair on his way and making you groan in annoyance.

"Dammit, Harrington," you grunted, smoothing your hair as you followed your friends out.

~

You walked a little bit behind Steve and Robin, watching them with a fond smile as they kept bumping shoulders in fake little tackles. You never had many friends growing up, but one good thing the Upside Down had brought to your life was this group of people. 

You could see Nancy and Eddie sitting on a blanket a bit further down the path. You hurried along as you saw Eddie wave you over, his arm moving in nearly frantic gestures, with Nancy chuckling beside him, an amused smile on her face as she shook her head gently.

"Hi guys," you said as you let yourself plop down into a lying position on the blanket, having left Steve and Robin behind in your little run over to your hanging spot. 

You let your head fall onto Nancy's lap, and she put her hand on your face, smoothing some hair out of your face as she greeted you. "Hey, Y/N." 

You saw Eddie look at you with an odd expression on his face, but the second your eyes locked, he quickly looked away. You frowned slightly, but, deciding not to let the odd moment ruin your mood, you nudged the side of his thigh with your foot. "Hey, butthead."

"What?" he chuckled, but still avoided looking directly at you.

"You didn't say hi to me," you replied, poking his leg to make him look at you, which he finally did, albeit somewhat reluctantly. 

"Oh. Sorry. Hello, angel," he mumbled, his hand coming to rest on your foot that was still on his thigh. You looked at him carefully, trying to assess him. 

You never really understood Eddie. One minute he'd be all strange around you, barely acknowledging you, as if he didn't want to be around you, and then the next, he'd be all sweet, calling you pet names. It shouldn't affect you, and it didn't, not really, you told yourself. After all, it didn't mean anything. But you couldn't help the weird feeling you got in the pit of your stomach every time he called you something other than your name.

"Hey dinguses," Robin said as she finally made it to your spot, nudging your leg with her own. 

"Move that leg outta the way and let me sit here. Unless you're hoping Eddie'll give you a foot massage or something." She wiggled her eyebrows at you, and you scoffed, moving and coming into a sitting position to allow her to come sit down next to you, now having her between you and Eddie. You felt a mix of relief and disappointment at the lost proximity. But both feelings were a bit too much to try and process when you were supposed to be having a fun time with your friends.

Robin leaned in close to you to whisper in your ear in a conspiratorial tone. "Sorry 'bout that. Wanna switch spots?" 

You turned to her, confused by the question. Had your weird little emotional turmoil just now been that easy to read? You shook your head. No, there was no way she knew. There wasn't even anything to know, for crying out loud. Yes, sure, you were maybe a little more excited to go somewhere when you knew Eddie would be there. And he could make you laugh like no one else did, but that didn't have to mean something more than what it was, which was Eddie being a good friend, whom you'd grown to care a lot for over the last months.

"What? Why would I wanna switch spots? I'm fine here. And what are you sorry about?" you replied in the same whisper tone. She gave you a knowing look that seemed to say 'Oh, come on, you know why.' and you glared at her, dismissing her non verbal statement with your hand before turning to face Steve, who seemed to just be staring longingly at Nancy with no subtlety whatsoever from the tree he was leaning against a little bit further from the blanket everyone else was on. 

You got up and made your way to him, snapping him out of his daze when you bumped your shoulder against his arm and spoke. "Hey, loverboy."

"Hmm?" his noncommittal response made you realize he hadn't actually snapped out of it, and you went in front of him to interrupt his line of sight before someone else noticed, especially Nancy.

"Steve. You're staring. And you're not even trying to be subtle about it." You sighed, feeling bad for your friend. You knew he never fully got over Nancy, but it seemed to have gotten worse since the events of Spring Break.

"What? I wasn't staring, staring at who? Who's staring?" he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he eyed you. 

"Steve, please, you were practically drooling on the ground with your eyes glued to Nancy," you chuckled.

"Oh please, like you're one to talk," he replied.

"What are you talking about?" you questioned, having no idea what he was referring to. 

Steve brought a hand to his face, his palm effectively slamming right onto his face. "Shit," he groaned. "Nothing, I'm just um- just projecting. Deflecting. Yeah, that's the word, deflecting." He accompanied his statement with a firm nod of his head, as you eyed him curiously.

"O…kay?" you said hesitantly. "Are you alright, Steve? I know how hard it can be, I mean, I can imagine, to have feelings for someone who you have to see all the time, but can't be with." 

You put a reassuring hand on his arm, giving it a gentle squeeze in an attempt to provide some comfort.

"Who, Nancy?" he said in a voice a bit higher than his normal register. The look you gave him made him reconsider his well thought out rebuttal. "Fine, yeah. It's hard. But it's okay, I'm dealing, best as I can, I guess." 

You smiled sadly, bringing your arms around him to pull him into a hug, holding on to him for a few seconds before pulling back slightly and saying, "I'm here for you, Steve, always."

A grateful smile appeared on his face as he looked at you. "Same goes here. If you ever need to talk about anything, or anyone, I'm here." 

You nodded, taking his hand to pull him back towards the rest of your friend group. You felt eyes on you as you approached, almost burning a hole into the back of your head, but when you turned to see who it was and your eyes locked with Eddie's, he quickly looked away, once again.

~

You were the only two left now, the rest of your friends all having gone home for the night. 

Eddie had seemed a bit off still for a little while, but now that it was just you two, he was back to normal, joking around with you and making you practically forget about anything other than him in that moment.

He was currently going on about a new song he was learning to play on his guitar, explaining to you a particularly tricky chord change he was having some trouble with. You couldn't help the little smile that appeared on your face as you listened to him, seeing him so happy and passionate about something just couldn't do anything but make you happy as well.

You would've stayed there all night with him if you could've, just sitting together, talking about everything and nothing, just enjoying each other's company. You had spent many nights doing just that back when he was still wanted for murder and you all took turns staying with him to make sure he was alright.

But things were different now, your dad was back, and that was the greatest thing you could've ever hoped for. But it also meant no staying out all night, especially not with a guy, otherwise a search party would soon be organised to find you. 

You looked at your watch, knowing you had to head back soon if you didn't want your dad to freak out on you. 

By now you were both sitting on the ground in comfortable silence. Your shoulders almost touching, but not quite. It was often so easy being around Eddie, you weren't sure when or why things had started to feel more complicated with you two.

“I'm gonna have to get going," you said reluctantly, wishing you could enjoy this moment of normalcy with him a bit longer.

He nodded his head. "Right, right, yes," he said, nodding his head once more, as if trying to bring himself back from wherever his mind had wandered off to. "Do you need a ride home?"

You shook your head as you tried to rise, but Eddie was quicker, jumping onto his feet and extending his hand to you, which you gladly took, letting him pull you to your feet. He had tugged with a little more force than necessary, causing you to stumble into him. Your breath caught in your throat for a second, as you stayed pressed against him much longer than necessary, before you realized fully what had just happened and you pushed yourself away, chuckling awkwardly as you dusted off your pants with your hands. "Thanks," you breathed. "And thanks for the ride offer, but I actually came here with my car, it's right over there, so I'm good." You pointed at the little path where your car was parked.

"Oh, yeah, totally, right. Okay yeah, well, goodnight I guess, then," he rambled on, avoiding your eye as he backed away, probably towards where he had parked his own van. "Get home safe, yeah?" he added, finally looking up at you as he awaited your confirmation, probably also wanting to keep an eye on you as you made your way back to your car. 

"Yeah. You too, Munson. Stay safe out there." 

He seemed to cringe a bit at your words, but quickly masked the expression with a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes, giving you a little nod. "Always."

You nodded too, turning away to get to your car. Once you sat in the driver's seat, you groaned in exasperation, wondering what had gone wrong. Things had been normal again between you two, until they weren't. 

It had to be that moment when he pulled you up and you bumped into him. It wouldn't have been a big deal, if you could've just been normal about it. But no, instead you had to stay there longer than you should have and practically gawk at him, making things awkward. That must've been why he'd been so uncomfortable after that. 

You let your head fall onto the steering wheel with another groan, the loud honk of your car making you jump back as you realized your mistake, seeing Eddie turn rapidly towards you, concern evident in his eyes.

You rolled your window down to shout to him, "Sorry, it was an accident! Everything is good!" 

He seemed to hesitate for a second, but then gave a small nod and continued towards his car. 

You willed yourself to start the drive home, suddenly feeling an intense craving for your bed, burying yourself under a ton of blankets, and forgetting everything about this disastrous end to your otherwise pleasant day.

~

You were on your bed, listening to some music as you read a comic book, trying to relax after a long day at work. You hadn't had much time to see your friends in the last couple of days, with your job keeping you quite busy. 

You had considered going out tonight, but instead opted for a quiet night in, taking advantage of the fact that you were home alone to put your music as loud as you wanted.

But despite the volume, you still heard the faint noise of the telephone ringing in the other room. You sighed as you forced yourself to get up, leaving the comic book face down on the bed to remember what page you were on. 

"Hello?" you answered the phone, not sure who was calling, but you knew the list of possibilities wasn't all that long.

"Hey, kiddo." You heard your dad's voice on the other end of the line, and you smiled to yourself. You still weren't fully used to the fact that he was back, that your family life was back.

"Hey, Dad. What's up?" 

"Do you think you could go pick up your sister at Max's? She was supposed to sleep over there again tonight but something came up. I didn't really get what, something about that Sinclair kid I think. But anyways, I have a few things to finish up here at the station before I can get going, and I don't want her walking home by herself at night," your dad finished, and you let your back fall against the wall, groaning internally at the prospect. There went your quiet night in. But at least it gave you an excuse for a little late night drive, which also meant blasting your favorite albums in the car.

"Yeah, no problem, I'll leave right now," you told him.

You heard him sigh in relief, and you shook your head slightly at how stressed out he'd been over this simple thing. Although, to be fair to him, considering the lives you all led, it was understandable that he might be concerned. "Thanks, kiddo. I owe you one."

"Don't mention it. Alright, I'm gonna get going. Bye, Dad, love you."

"Love you, too, kiddo," your dad said before hanging up the phone. It wasn't something you'd always been able to say easily before, especially through a tumultuous father/teenage daughter relationship. But after everything you both went through, you liked to say it to each other as often as possible.

You took a few steps towards the kitchen table, where you had left your keys, and grabbed a jacket before heading out to the trailer park.

~

You got out of your car, looking towards Max's trailer. You started to make your way there, but out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that the door to Eddie's trailer wasn't fully closed. Concern for your friend instantly took hold of you, and you cautiously approached the trailer, wishing you had some sort of weapon on you. 

You figured your sister could stay at Max's a few minutes longer while you investigated this. Although, she could've been useful if something bad was going on, but it was probably nothing, so you didn't want to worry her for nothing. But, considering everything that happened a few months ago, you couldn't be too sure of that fact, so you had to go and make sure.

When you got to the door, you called out Eddie's name, but no answer came. You knocked on the door once, waiting for a reaction, but when you still heard nothing from him, you slowly pushed the door, making your way in as you carefully scanned the place. The lights were on in the living room, and nothing seemed to be out of place. As you got closer to Eddie's room, you started to hear the sound of guitar, which instantly brought relief to you. Everything was fine, he'd just forgotten to close his door properly, as he'd done many times before and probably would do many times again in the future, and he hadn't heard you because he was playing his guitar. Although it sounded like it was his acoustic one this time, which he didn't play all that often.

You sighed, feeling as though you'd severely overreacted, and a bit annoyed at him for having worried you like that. You were about to turn around and leave, making sure to close the door properly this time, when you heard the soft finger picking of your favorite song in the whole world. You froze in your spot, then walked to the door of his room and pushed it gently to enter. He didn't notice you at first, too engrossed in his playing to be aware of anything else. 

But standing there, you could indeed confirm that he was playing Landslide by Fleetwood Mac, which wasn't something you ever pictured Eddie Munson, the metalhead, playing alone by himself in his room at night.

"Didn't peg you as a Fleetwood Mac fan," you finally spoke up, starting to feel like a bit of a creep, just standing there and watching him play.

His head snapped to you and he jumped back on his bed, nearly throwing his guitar in your direction. He seemed to calm down a bit as he realized who was standing there, but he was still breathing rapidly as he brought a hand to his chest to steady himself. "Jesus fucking Christ, Y/N! What the hell?!" 

You raised your hands in surrender, feeling bad for having scared him like that. "Sorry, sorry! The door to your trailer wasn't closed all the way, and I was here to pick up El at Max's, so I got worried and just wanted to check on you, but then… Fleetwood Mac, really? I didn't think that was the kind of stuff you listened to," you went back to your previous statement, too curious and shocked to let that one go. It was a pleasant surprise to hear him play this kind of music, but it just didn't make sense.

Eddie chuckled a little awkwardly, going back to the edge of his bed, where he'd been sitting before when you first came in, and he laid down his guitar gently next to him. "It's not. The kind of stuff I listen to, I mean," he said, and you looked at him, waiting for him to elaborate. "I- um…" his hand came up to scratch at his ear as he avoided your gaze.

You grew more and more confused at his reaction, wondering why he was being so cagey about a song he had been playing.

"I was playin' it 'cause of you," he finally said, but his answer only made you more confused.

"Me?" you asked, the expression on your face making Eddie's own soften as he nodded slightly.

"Yeah. I- uh, you know, with the whole Vecna thing and the music, I thought it'd be a good idea to have your favorite song in my repertoire, just in case," he told you, making your eyes widen in shock.

"How did you know? I've never told anyone this is my favorite song, and we've gotten a lot closer now, but we weren't really back then, so how could you possibly have known?" you questioned. No matter how much you tried to deny any emotions that came up when it came to Eddie, you couldn't deny the complete awe that you were feeling at the fact that he had bothered to do this for you, to protect you.

"Y/N, I sat behind you in English class for a year," he laughed, but something about his demeanor felt a little closed off, like he was embarrassed. "I- well you could say that I… noticed you… And I saw you coming in nearly every day with a Fleetwood Mac cassette in your player. Sometimes Queen, sometimes Billy Joel, but it always went back to that one album. And I heard you mumble the lyrics to Landslide to yourself during boring lectures more times than I could count. So I figured that was the one. But I learned the entire album, just to be safe."

You looked at him, completely dumbfounded. The fact that he had paid attention to these little details was one thing, but that he then held on to them for so long, you had no words. 

"Eddie, I- wow," you started, going to sit next to him on the bed, his big brown eyes following your movements closely. "I don't know what to say," you breathed as you looked into his eyes. He seemed self conscious about his confession, but his eyes remained on you all the same. 

"You think I'm a creep, now, don't you?" He added a little laugh to his question, as if he was joking, but you could tell from the expression on his face that he was worried. 

"What? Oh my god, Eddie, no!" Your hand came to rest on his thigh, and his eyes widened in shock a little at the contact, as it was more intimate than your usual interactions, but you kept going. "This is literally the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me. I just can't believe you paid attention to any of that, especially when we didn't even really know each other that well back then. I just-" You paused. You wanted to wrap your arms around him and never let go. But you remembered the weirdness from the other day after your prolonged contact, and hesitated. The last thing you wanted right now was to make things awkward because you read too much into this situation. 

"Did you… did you learn to play everyone else's favorite songs?" 

He looked away, his hand going through his hair to tame it back as his eyes were fixed on a particularly interesting spot on the floor. "No… no, I didn't." It came out barely above a whisper, but you still heard him. 

"Why me?" you asked, your voice as quiet as his. You couldn't help the question, needing to hear the answer from his lips.

"You're really gonna make me say it?" he groaned half heartedly, finally facing you once again. You scrunched your face up as you nodded slightly, causing him to let out a warm laugh before speaking. "Y/N, c'mon now. I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember. The reason I knew about your favorite song is because I spent so much time looking at you and trying to find a way I could approach you, but I always chickened out. Sitting behind you in class and just being near you was always the best part of my day. And then we became friends and the more I got to know you the harder I fell. I've wanted to tell you this for a while now, but I was scared you'd be creeped out. And I'm sorry if I've been acting weird around you lately, it's just been getting harder and harder to be close to you and stopping myself from kissing you and touching you and God now I definitely sound like a creep, I'm sorry-" 

You cut him off by pressing your lips to his, stunning him into silence, but it only took a moment before he reciprocated the kiss, his hands burying themselves into your hair as your own hand came to rest on his chest. A small moan escaped you as Eddie deepened the kiss, and you felt him groan against your mouth at the sound. 

You pulled away from him, just enough to be able to breathe, as you let your forehead rest against his own.

"Was that just for my benefit, to shut me up? Or did you mean it?" You could see the grin on his face as he said it, probably still needing the reassurance, even though your actions had spoken louder than words.

You pecked his lips once more, backing a bit further away this time so you could look at him properly. 

"I meant every second of it," you said with a smile on your face, even though you could tell he already knew that from the way he was looking at you with stars in his eyes. "I've been lying to myself for so long, now, Eddie. From the moment I met you, I've been drawn to you. And that feeling grew stronger and stronger as we started to spend time together, but I always dismissed it as friendship. I didn't want it to be more than that, cause I was scared you wouldn't feel the same way. But I'm tired of running from myself, running from you, and from my own happiness. I've been happier this summer than I have in years, and that's in great part because of you. And if being your friend makes me this happy, I can't even imagine how happy I'll be getting what I really want with you," you finished, the smile on your face growing as you went on, feeling incredible relief at finally allowing yourself to be true to your own feelings. 

Eddie's hand came to cup your face, and you leaned into his touch with a content sigh. He brought his face less than an inch from yours, mumbling against your lips before kissing you once more, "Fuck, I love you so much, darling." 

"I love you, too, Eddie," you replied as soon as you had enough space to do so, but quickly closing in the distance between you two once more.

~

You hadn't been able to stay nearly as long as you would've liked making out with Eddie on his bed. There had been a reason for your presence at the trailer park in the first place, and you couldn't bail on your big sister duties. So you had, reluctantly, said goodbye to Eddie, and he promised to call you in the morning as he peppered your face with kisses.

El had been suspicious of your dreamy state as you picked her up, but you didn't feel ready to tell her about you and Eddie just yet, so you'd played it off, and she didn't press you further. 

You were now back in your room, El in her own, and your dad still at work for God knew how long. You were doing your best to try to concentrate on your previously abandoned comic book, but your mind simply wasn't there. 

All you could do was remember the feeling of Eddie's hands on you, the taste of his lips against yours, the sound of his voice, calling your name…

No. That last one wasn't a memory. You really could hear Eddie calling your name right now. 

You rose from your bed, walking to your window carefully and drawing the curtains open, only to see a grinning Eddie standing out your window, looking up at you. 

"Hey, angel. I know I said I'd call you tomorrow, but I couldn't wait that long to have you in my arms again," he said to you in a dramatic way, which made you laugh quietly. It hit you in that moment that you were in for a lot of theatrics, jumping into something with this man. But you wouldn't want it any other way.

"Hold on a second!" you whispered to him before opening the door to your room, making sure El was still in her own room. You scanned the cabin quickly, saw her door closed and felt satisfied with your conclusion, and so you turned back around, making sure to close the door as quietly as possible behind you. 

You leaned over the window, extending an arm out to him, as the window wasn't all that far off the ground. "Come on, get in here, you drama queen," you told him, laughing as he grabbed on to your arm and you tried to haul him up into your room, you both struggling under the effort.

You finally managed to pull him in, but stumbled back as you did, and his arms wrapped around you protectively, causing him to join in on your fall onto your bed, him landing promptly on top of you. 

You both laughed at the situation, exhausted from the effort, as he settled himself, one arm on each side of you, propping himself up as he essentially caged you on your bed.

"Hey now, you calling me a drama queen cause I'm missing my girl?" he asked, bumping his nose against yours and you laughed once more, having no idea how this became your life so fast, but you absolutely were not complaining. 

"Your girl, huh?" you repeated, and he grinned at you, but you could see a bit of a question in his eyes, as if he was worried he was moving too fast. "I like that," you whispered before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him in close to you for a kiss.

You had no idea how long you and him got lost in each other. It could've been minutes, just like it could've been hours. Time didn't seem to matter at all when you were with Eddie. All you knew was that this could actually be heaven.

Well, it would've been heaven, had it not been for-

"Hey, I'm ho- what the fuck is this?" Eddie jumped away from you so fast the second you both heard the voice of your father resound in your room. You had no idea how you'd missed him coming in, you usually always heard the door. Eddie really was one hell of a distraction. 

Your dad had his hands into fists resting on his hips in a disapproving dad stance, and if this situation wasn't so mortifying, you'd probably be laughing about it. 

"Sir, I-" Eddie started, scrambling to get off the bed, but your dad raised a hand out and Eddie instantly shut his mouth. 

"No. Nope. You. Out," he gritted out, and you could see the utter fear on Eddie's face. You were almost worried he wouldn't want anything to do with you from now on, knowing how scary your dad could be. You saw him give you a sheepish look before he turned to the window, but your dad spoke again, "Through the door, young man." 

Eddie turned once more, giving a small nod as he made his way to the door, wincing as he had to get past your dad to leave your room. 

The second he was gone, you let yourself fall onto the bed once more, a heavy sigh escaping you. 

"Dad, seriously?" 

His hand came back into its original position, resuming his angry dad stance. Now that you thought of it, it was a stance you'd seen Steve in more times than you could count when he was interacting with the kids.

"Oh, me, seriously? I'm sorry, was I the one having sex in the room next to her sister's, with some shaggy-"

"Hey, don't bad mouth Eddie just cause you're mad," you cut him off. "He's a great guy, dad, best one I've ever met, actually. Aside from you, that is." You added that last part with a bit of hesitation, considering how mad you were at him at that moment, but you couldn't deny that it was true, so you had to say it.

"Flattery won't work on me here, kiddo," your father huffed, but you could see he'd softened a bit.

"And we weren't having sex, by the way. Just kissing. Not that I'm not planning on it in the future, cause Dad, I know you don't want to hear this, but I'm an adult now. And I love Eddie. I didn't know I did until recently, but I've realized I've loved him for a long time now. And I'm not giving that up. I know you love me and you want to protect me, but I need you to respect me enough to let me make my own decisions." You exhaled a breath after that little speech, having said more than you had expected. It was a conversation that was long overdue between you two, but it wasn't something you'd planned on getting into tonight.

"Alright, yeah, I get what you're saying," your dad admitted, albeit a little reluctantly, as he came to sit down on your bed. You rose into a sitting position to sit beside him. "But it's hard for me, seeing my little girl all grown up like that. It's gonna take me some getting used to. But I promise I'll try, alright?" He put his hand on your shoulder, and you smiled at him, wrapping your arms around him to hug him tight. 

"Thank you, Dad." Your voice sounded muffled since you spoke with your face buried in his chest, but he still heard you. 

"Why don't you invite him over for dinner sometime this week? I'd like to meet him properly, make sure he's right for you."

You hesitated. Afraid that it might freak Eddie out. Not just because it might be moving a bit too fast, but mostly due to the fact that your dad was terrifying, and known to be a bully to any potential love interest you or your sister may have. 

"Is this to grill him and make sure he never wants anything to do with me again?" you questioned, your eyes narrowing at him in suspicion.

Your dad laughed a little at your mistrust. "Hey, I just promised to you I'd try, didn't I? I'm not tricking you here, this is me trying." 

Satisfied with his answer, you nodded, going back to hugging him. "Then yeah, that'd be nice. Thanks, Dad."

"You're welcome. But no funny business alright? I understand that you can do what you want, but if you could do it someplace else, where I'll never have to walk in on it ever again, that'd be appreciated. For the sake of your poor old dad, I'm begging you."

You laughed a little at his statement, knowing that him saying that was progress enough for now, but still a very Hopper response. "Fair enough. But you know, you could also do this really cool, new thing that was invented recently, it's called knocking." 

"Oh, I did knock, kid. But I guess you were so busy sucking that guy's face off-"

"Alright, alright, I get it," you protested as he made a face, making you laugh once more. 

"I'll let you get some sleep now. Goodnight, and that boy better not come back through the window tonight, or I'll have to barricade it," he joked, a small teasing smile on his face, but you knew he wasn't kidding completely, and he'd definitely consider doing just that if he caught Eddie in your room late at night again.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help the little smile that appeared on your face. "Goodnight, Dad," you said, stretching the word out to show you weren't impressed with his little joke, but he just laughed, waving his hand off in a dismissing gesture before he closed the door behind him, leaving you to yourself.

~

As soon as you heard your father get into his room, you ran out of your own to get the phone. Thankful for the incredibly long cord, you brought it into your room with you, instantly dialing Eddie's number. It only took two rings before he answered you.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" His voice sounded worried, and you couldn't believe he was concerned for you, after your father had all but chased him out of your room.

"Yeah, of course. Are you though? Eddie, I am so sorry about that."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good. That wasn't how I expected the night to go, though. Your dad sure doesn't like me much, does he?" He chuckled nervously, and your heart broke for him a little. You could only imagine him stressing over that whole interaction, and how he probably felt like he had to win your father over now. 

"Eddie, it's okay. It's not personal. The only problem he had with you was that you were in my bed. But I talked to him, and he said he's gonna make an effort to be… less controlling about those things. He actually wants you to come over for dinner this week, to get to know you better. I know it's a bit fast, and like, with my dad being my dad, I would totally understand if you didn't wa-"

"Y/N." You heard Eddie's voice on the other line interrupt your spiraling ramble, and you closed your mouth, waiting for him to continue. "I would love to have dinner with you and your dad this week." You felt a smile form on your face at the softness in his voice. 

"Now, I'm not gonna lie," he continued. "Your dad scares me shitless. But I wanna get to know him better, so that can change. And I also want to spend as much time as humanly possible with my girl." You could hear the grin in the way he spoke, and you had to stop yourself from kicking at the ground like a little schoolgirl with a crush at his words.

"Okay, good. I'm gonna go now. See you tomorrow when we meet up with Steve and Robin? And maybe after that we can spend some time, just you and I?"

"I'd love nothing more," Eddie said, and you smiled once more. "Oh, and, Princess?" he added, voice a bit lower than it had been 5 seconds before.

You were already melting at the nickname, but managed to say, "Yes?"

"I love you," he whispered, then hung up before giving you a chance to answer. You let your head fall into your pillow, sighing deeply. 

You were truly down bad. But that wasn't such a bad thing anymore, because Eddie was yours, and you were his.

~

You made your way to the video store, having gotten there before Eddie. As much as you loved your friends, you couldn't wait to be alone with him again. And this time, not at your house with your dad to interrupt you.

You spotted Steve stacking movies on a shelf as soon as you walked in, making your way towards him.

"Hey, Steve. Where's Robin?" you asked as you scanned the room with your eyes, trying to find her. 

That seemed to be enough to summon her, for she appeared out of the backstore. "Y/N!" she exclaimed as she jumped over the counter to hug you. You chuckled, slightly surprised by the welcome.

"Hi," you squeaked as she squeezed you tight. "What's up with you?" you asked, but you didn't mind, bringing your arms around her to hug her back.

"Nothing," she said, shaking her head vigorously, which definitely didn't convince you. 

"Robin," you drew her name out in a scolding manner.

"Okay, okay. I've just been wanting to say something for a while now, and I've decided to fuck it and just say it now, so I'm kind of excited!"

Steve's eyes widened at that. "Robin, no! You know we can't," He shook his head at her. But if he thought this was helping, he was sorely mistaken, because now you had to know what they were both talking about.

"No, Steve, I'm sorry, but after last time, I can't keep it in anymore," Robin said, making you grow more and more confused.

Steve sighed, crossing his arms against his chest in resignation. "Ugh, alright, fine. I'm pretty tired of it, too. But if Nancy gives us shit for this, you're the one going down!" 

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. There'll be nothing to be in trouble about once this is finally taken care of," Robin said, the last part said with a dreamy look. 

"Guys, seriously, what are you talking about? Spit it out," you said, growing more worried by the second.

"Okay, here it goes," Steve started, seemingly deciding to take the lead in this after all. "We've noticed, all of us, over time. That you seem to- and he also seems to- what I'm trying to say is-"

"You're in love with Eddie, and Eddie's in love with you, and you guys need to get your shit together cause we can't deal with this dancing around each other thing anymore!" Robin blurted, tired of Steve walking on eggshells, not knowing how to phrase it.

You gaped at them. Had you really been that obvious to everyone but yourself? Well, thinking back on it now, and all your moments with Eddie, probably.

You started laughing, making them both frown at you. 

"Y/N, please, don't try to deny it, or laugh it off, you have to see it! It's impossible not to!" Robin pleaded, mistaking your amusement for something else.

"I'm sorry, I just-" you tried to get out between fits of laughter, but didn't get a chance to, as the door opened and none other than Eddie entered the store.

"Speak of the devil," Steve chuckled, and Robin slapped his arm, apparently trying to maintain some of your dignity in front of him.

"Talking about me, I see?" Eddie grinned as he walked in, coming up behind you to wrap his arms around you, placing a kiss to the side of your head. "Hello, angel," he mumbled against your skin, but loud enough for everyone present to hear.

You smiled at him, before remembering you weren't alone. Turning back to face your friends, you wished you had a camera to take a picture of this moment, with both of their mouths practically touching the floor in utter shock. 

Eddie followed your gaze, and instantly pulled back from you. "Oh shit, sorry. Should I not have done that? I want the whole world to know you're mine, but I didn't think to check if you were ready to tell everyone," he said, a concerned look on his face.

"It's okay, don't worry. I don't mind them knowing. And anyways, we wouldn't have had much of a choice in telling them, they were just grilling me about getting my shit together and admitting I have feelings for you."

"I'm sorry," Steve interjected. "When did this happen, and why are we only finding out now?"

"It happened uh… last night. So I think you're pretty much getting an exclusive here, Harrington," you told him, playfully rolling your eyes at him in mock annoyance. You were entirely too happy right now to be annoyed. 

Robin, recovering from her shock, started to jump up and down as she clapped her hands. "This is so exciting! I mean, fucking finally, am I right?" She grabbed both you and Eddie into an embrace, nearly choking the life out of you in her excitement. "Nancy forbade me and Steve from saying anything to you guys, saying that you had to get there on your own, but man, it was torture watching you both go, I'm so glad you finally figured it out, even if it took you for fucking ever."

You laughed, hugging her before pulling back, letting yourself lean on Eddie a bit as he put an arm around you. 

"Alright, well, now that that's settled, should we go?" you asked.

"Yeah, let's get outta here," Steve replied, and you all left the store, you and Eddie hand in hand.

"By the way, I've been wanting to ask, if you felt the same way I did, why did you make that face after I embarrassed myself by staying a bit too long against you when you helped me up from the ground the other day?" you whispered into his ear as you walked towards your car.

"Hmm? Oh. Darling, when you're madly in love with a girl and she calls you by your last name like a buddy, after you just saw her in a long embrace with Steve Harrington, it always kind of feels like a slap in the face. That's why I made that face. But I thought I hid it pretty well though." He frowned a bit, and you kissed him to take that frown away, your plan instantly successful.

"I notice things about you, too. And about Steve, I was just comforting him about Nancy." He nodded, knowing now that his jealousy had been misplaced, and you were the only one he wanted. You continued, "But duly noted. I'll do everything and anything to make you feel loved, pretty boy, cause that's what you deserve," you told him, squeezing his hand in yours.

He grinned at the nickname, taking his free hand to cup your face and bringing his lips to yours in a soft kiss.

"Okay, gross! Don't make me regret rooting for you guys, please!" Robin exclaimed, half hiding her face behind her hands.

You laughed lightly as Eddie pulled away, laughing himself. "I love you," he whispered in your ear.

"I love you, too," you said back to him, leaning your head on his shoulder as you resumed walking.

This was it. The way things were supposed to be. No Upside Down threat, just a normal day, you, your friends, and your love.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn x reader

[merp-blerp]

Part 2 of A Gaylor interpretation of "The Prophecy"

I had more Thoughts™ that I initially left out for length, but I'd like to elaborate in sections. Special thanks to @mamataylovesrubbi for being so friendly. This community is so lovely.

TW: Brief talk of self-destructive behavior and suicide near the end.

Part 1 here

Overblown Analysis Under the Cut ↓

Artemis/Diana

Some things about Artemis/Diana that I left out of part one I left out were that 1) Artemis is also the goddess of the hunt and animals. I think that tidbit adds to the fable connection, as fables are often stories about animals. When it comes to the hunt, songs like WAOLOM and The Albotros possibly being about Taylor planning revenge on her closet-ers really scream huntress. Artemis can also become a deer, a somewhat surprisingly non-vicious animal for a huntress, if she pleases. "I've been the Archer / I've been the prey." I think this could portray Taylor's strengths and weaknesses. 2) Artemis is a virginal goddess, never having any male lovers in her stories. This doesn't necessarily make Artemis a sapphic goddess, even though I've seen that interpretation, but it's pretty telling that Taylor would align so closely to a goddess with that trait. 3) Artemis/Diana was also the goddess of the moon (somewhat, it's a bit complicated, but that's Greek mythology for you). Fits the themes of Midnights, with Taylor being Midnight (Rain) and her lover being Sunshine. Though that probably shouldn't be taken too literally, as Apollo, god of the sun, is Artemis's twin brother. Trust him like a brother, yeah—

2. Vocalizing

Taylor's vocalizing after "...tell me it'll be okay" reminds me vaguely of the vocalizing in "My Tears Ricochet", a song, like this album, alludes to Taylor dying.

3. "But I looked to the sky" and "I've been on my knees"

With all the talk of sky, I wonder if maybe "Bigger Than The Whole Sky" might be about failed coming outs. I don't know if this is something others thought have already (probably), but I never thought of it before. Meanwhile, the repeat of being on her knees makes me think of "Would've, Could've, Should've". I've mentioned before that I'm open to that song being actually about JM because it wouldn't surprise me if she tried dating dudes in some way early on in her career, whatever that would mean. However, I'm open to alternatives too. With my analysis of Taylor's Eve being bitten by the serpent/Devil, maybe the serpent could be the Devil from "Would've, Could've, Should've". Maybe the Devil could be The Professor from my "The Manuscript" analysis. I'm leaning toward that Devil being her old label.

4. Throttle

A throttle is several things. It can be something to give machinery fuel. It can be a verb, you can throttle something, aka kill it by strangulation. By "hand on the throttle," I think Taylor was saying she was ready to not only fuel/validate her truth, but kill her past lives. I get this vibe that TTPD might be for TS12 what Reputation was for Lover. Just like with Rep, she's killing the old Taylor(s) that hid her queerness before she steps into the daylight with what comes after. Makes me understand all the chockers and high-neck collars she's been sporting for this era.

5. "And it was written"

I feel like I grazed over this part of the line a bit. What was written? It could be Taylor's lyrics or her 100 thrown-out speeches. She wrote them, but wasn't heard anyway, cursed. Or it could be the word written in the Bible. (In my opinion, shit) translations of the Bible call for all kinds of things to happen to queer people, and has so for years. Not that many though because the word homosexual didn't even exist when the Bible was first scribed. Taylor was cursed before she was even born. Possibly like Eve. Didn't Eve have control over whether she ate the fruit or not? Do queer people have control in who they love? Christian will debate forever.

6. "Let it once be me"

One reason why Taylor wasn't out from the get-go obviously has to do with where her career began and under what industry she was entering. An underaged, famous, sapphic country singer sounds a bit wild now honestly, imagine in 2006! The world would not have been ready, unfortunately. But why can't Taylor come out now? Well, in "WAOLOM", Taylor sneers, "I am what I am 'cause you trained me". She was raised to closet for her whole career, maybe even longer, who could know? And of course, "Old habits die screaming" (from "The Black Dog"). After this album, however, I feel like she's gearing up to free herself. Still, there are so many people younger than Taylor who come out super casually, like Reneé Rapp, Girl in Red, etc, without games or clear fear. Taylor probably sees them and wonders why she couldn't have/had that freedom. Maybe when she says specifically, "redo the prophecy" rather than "change the prophecy" she wishes she could go back in time and somehow make it so she could've come onto the scene out and proud way back then.

7. "like fools in a fable / Oh, it was sinking in"

I think Taylor started feeling like she'd never be free as she began to write Folklore. Of course, she knew the plan didn't work before that in 2019, but as she created Folklore and Evermore, she realized she was anywhere near where she wanted to be in 2020, playing the same games. It sunk in with that. That's why Folklore, Evermore, and even some Midnights songs can sound so hopeless. As an LSK, I don't believe it was due to a breakup, but more closeting. All the albums after Lover seem to have minimal color because she can't be herself.

8. "My last coin"

So, I mentioned in part one that Taylor had/has referenced self-inflicting harmful actions towards herself in many songs. She also mentions poison in this song. It got me thinking about Romeo and Juliet and how that play goes. Taylor, with the "Poison blood from the wound of the pricked hand" seems to be combining Romeo and Juliet's death, Juliet getting stabbed or "pricked" and Romeo drinking poison. Maybe this symbolizes that, even though when she was younger, more naïve and optimistic, she exclusively identified with Juliet and changed her ending in "Love Story", now she identifies with both Romeo and Juliet, even sometimes taking on the "male" role in her songs (e.g. The Heartbreak Prince and JaMEs). A part of me wonders if that could be a comment on her gender identity too, but that goes a bit over my skill level to analyze. But it feels sad that Taylor used to change the fates of Romeo and Juliet and now she's honest about what happens to them. As I said before, I want nothing but good for Taylor. it will be okay. 🤍 ✌️🌈

Alrighty, I think I got it all out of me. Watch me think of some more shit with this song. 🙄😅

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[aesthetic-babyyy]

I was wondering if you could write something where Dean is getting married and in the bride’s family, the couple write each other 3 separate letters to each other since they can’t see each other. One for when they wake up the morning of the wedding, another one for when they are getting ready, & the 3rd for right before they begin to walk down the aisle and see each other for the first time that day. They don’t have be all fluff but things that make them love each other.

REQUESTED

The Tradition~ AU DEAN WINCHESTER IMAGINE

warnings// none, pure fluff

Word count// 2228

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Dean and you have been planning this wedding for almost a year and you couldn't wait a day longer to be married to this man, good thing you didn't have to considering it was the morning of your wedding, smiling as you jumped out of bed you ran to the guest room to wake your bridesmaids "Charlie, Jess wake up, I'm getting married today!" You said banging on the door,  it wasn't long till both girls were stumbling out of the room rubbing their eyes "okay so first we have hair then make up..." you said going of on the list you had in your head preparing for the big day

"Y/N, dean gave me this last night he wants you to read it, he gave me two more but I can't give you them yet" Jess said handing you a white envelope with your name written in messy cursive "oh the letter, he remembered" you said starting to tear up "are you okay do you want to sit down a minute" Charlie said concerned as she and Jess lead you to the couch" you wiped your eyes

"yeah I'm fine, it's just so sweet he remembered to do this, I'm my family we have a tradition to give our future spouses letters before the wedding because we won't be together, it's like a piece of each other is there" you said fiddling with the letter, Charlie took notice of this "oh that sounds beautiful, how about Jess and I give you some privacy to read the letter" Charlie said taking Jess's arm and leading her to the kitchen. Taking a deep breath you opened the envelope pulling out the price of paper

"Hey sweetheart, if your reading this it's the morning of our wedding, I can't wait to see you walking down that isle, to see your beautiful face and finally be able to call you my wife. Y/N the day I met you I knew you were the women I wanted to be with for the rest of my life, I never believed in souls mates I thought it was a bunch of crap, that changed with you, I don't think there's a person alive that could match me the way you do, it's like the universe made you just for me. I love you baby, and I can't wait to marry you"

Love Dean

By the end of the letter you were crying your eyes out, how could this man be more perfect. You tucked the letter away safely then joined the girls in the kitchen getting a small breakfast, both Charlie and Jess smiled at you as you munched on your toast "well what did it say?"  you started giggling "it was the most beautiful love letter I've ever read and I'm so excited to read the others, I'm dying to know how he liked mine I spent days writing them" Jess perked up "want me to ask Sam? I can get some intel out of him just give me 5 minutes" you stopped her quickly "as much as I'd love to know I kinda want to hear it from Dean like a raw reaction" the girls both nodded their own hearts fluttering at the romance

Finally, it was time for hair and make up, you were able to get deans second letter, though your not sure how he can top the second one "please give me the letter now" Jess laughed as went through her purse to make sure she pulled out the right one "thank you" you said in a singing tone, sitting in the hair chair you tore the envelope  opened as you read the letter

Hey gorgeous, I guess your getting ready if your reading this, I'm not gonna go into too many chick flick moments in this one because Jess and Charlie would kick my ass if I made you cry getting your make up done. How about we talk about how we first meet, because that goes hand in hand with the best day of my life... well until you say I do, I was coming to visit Sammy for the weekend and he introduced me to Jess his girlfriend, you were her roommate who I found to be sexiest women I've ever seen, at first you turned me down... I don't blame you my pick up lines sucked, however I won you over on that double date, I'm beyond grateful Sam and Jess got you to agree to that, otherwise I wouldn't be here, writing a letter to the women of my dreams on our wedding day. I love you Y/N  Y/L/N, I can't wait till you're Y/N Winchester

Love your fiancé

"Oh god he did it again" you sobbed as Charlie handed you tissues "thank god I choose to do hair first" Charlie and Jess both laughed as they skimmed the letter "oh my god that's the sweetest thing ever!" Jess said tearing up "oh I am so making Sam write me a love letter" you giggled "you totally should, it's the best tradition my family has, the ones my dad wrote for my mom is tucked away in their wedding album, I grew up reading them knowing that's what I wanted, and Dean has surpassed my wildest imagination" you finally stopped crying by the time you'd finished your speech "I can't wait to read the next letter" you said as your hair was finally done, you moved on to get your make up done finally one step closer to the ceremony.

Finally you were outside the church it was almost time to see your husband, you were in your dress, a beautiful princess gown with a sweetheart neckline, Charlie and Jess were stood with you i their matching red bridesmaid dresses "you ready for the last letter" Charlie asked nodding "I swear he better not make me cry" Jess chuckled grabbing the last letter from her purse "okay you ready" nodding you took the letter gently opening it, both girls at either side of you peering down at the letter.

"Hey sweetheart, I bet your outside right now, we're gonna be seeing each other real soon again, I've been dreaming about this moment since you said yes, picturing thousands of different scenarios of you walking down that  aisle, one even included you coming in on a horse, but I was sleep deprived when I pictured that one. I know the second I see you it's gonna be impossible to hold my self together, we'll finally be husband and wife after today and maybe in the future we'll have little minis running around, and we can tell them our story, and they can carry this tradition with their own partners on their wedding days. Only a matter of time till I see you now, I'll even tell you which scenario was right, maybe I was right about the horse after all, guess I'll find out soon, I love you Y/N and I can't wait to spend the rest of our lives together,

Love your soon to be husband

"Son of a bitch he's good" Charlie said dabbing her eyes "I know, I swear if Sam doesn't write me a letter like that I'll dump him" Jess jokes wiping her own eyes "I think it's time" you said when the bell started to chime "you ready for this?" Jess asked as you walked up to the entrance "I've never felt more ready for anything in my life.

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Finally you were Mrs Y/N Winchester, walking down the aisle hand I hand as your fries and family cheered, Dean walked you over to the impala only letting go to open the passenger door for you to get in, soon you both were driving towards Jody's house for the small reception, looking at your husband you smiled "so we're you disappointed I didn't come charging down on a horse?" You jokes making dean laugh “well it would have made quite the scene, but you in that dress made my heart skip a beat” Dean grabbed your hand as he continued to drive down the country road.

Dean and you spent the night side by side socialising with all your family and friends, finally when it came times to the speeches your were sat next too dean with a glass of champagne, Sam was stood before you both as he spoke

“Dean was the best big brother growing up, our mom passed when we were kids and our dad was always working so it was mostly just us, Dean supported me the whole way through school then in college he came to visit basically every weekend, one of those times he met Y/N we we’re in Jess’s apartment so I could introduce him to my girlfriend, however Dean was much more interested in Jess’s roommate, he asked her out within ten minutes of knowing her… she said no, he asked again the next day, Y/N wasn’t interested but my brother is a determined man and I knew from the look in his eye this was different, he really liked her so I decided to help him out a little and Jess and I got Y/N to agree to a double date, we went to see a scary movie and by the end of the night they ditched us to go get a drink, since that night dean started to visit much more and I got to know my brother that but more and grow closer to him, and I watched as he fell in love with Y/N, and I seen how much she loved my brother too, I’m so happy to welcome you to our family Y/N and I wish a lifetime of happiness for you both, let’s all cheer for Mr and Mrs Winchester” Sam finished as he raised his glass in the air to you both, everyone erupted into cheers as they clapped.

Dean and you finished the night with a slow dance, your arms hung loosely around his neck as your head resting on his chest, his hands on your waist as he swayed you back and forth to the music, “you know the letter tradition in your family’s really something special” you smiled looking up to his green orbs “you made me cry every time I read yours, Jess and Charlie too” you giggled, Dean smiles and chuckled “well normally i wouldn’t admit this in a million years but yours got to me too, Sam had a field day with it too, before we leave for our honeymoon ask him for the video” Dean said trying to act annoyed

“Your kidding!” You said laughing to which dean shook his head “unfortunately not let’s go grab him and he can show you himself” Dean said leading you towards the younger Winchester “Sammy c’mere” Dean called

Sam walked over a beer in his hand “hey what’s up, you guys leaving for Vegas already?” He questioned “yeah in a couple minutes we’re gonna say bye to everyone but Y/N wants to see your new form of blackmail” Sam immediately perked up, his smile widening, he quickly pulled his phone out, pressing play to the video

The video showed dean sat on body’s worn down couch my letter in his hands, he was smiling as a tear tan down his cheek “are you crying dean?” Sam exclaimed, deans head sprung up at the noise “of course I’m not, do I look like a chick to you” Dean said defensively “oh you definitely were, what did it say?” Sam questioned “none of your business!” Dean said trying to walk away “oh come on dean I’m your brother” Sam tried to pull the brother string, that usually made Dean cave, “it’s personal Sammy, Y/N wrote it to me” Dean said glancing at the letter “like the ones you had me give Jess?” Dean nodded then the video cut off

“Oh that is so sweet Dean” you smiled up at him tears threatening to spill over “yeah I thought you might have enjoyed that” Dean said as he ran his hand up and down you back, you turned to Sam “send that to me please” Dean rolled his eyes as Sam sent you video

“Hey lovebirds you ready for your honeymoon?” Gabriel asked his arm wrapped around his girlfriend Rowena “yeah we’re about to head off now just saying bye to Sammy” Dean smiled “we’ll you guys enjoy vegas, maybe get to work on making some babies” Gabriel joked and Rowena rolled her eyes “there’s so much time for having children, take time to yourselves first and foremost” Rowena said grabbing your hand i her hers “thanks Rowena that means a lot” you told her pulling her into a hug, Dean turned to Gabriel “doesn’t mean we won’t have fun trying” sending both men into hysterics.

After saying your goodbyes to everyone Dean and you were once again in baby heading down the highway on the road to city of sins “you ready for the rest our lives gorgeous” Dean turned to ask “I was born ready handsome” you said leaning into his side, his arm wrapped around your shoulders as he drove to sound of AC/DC playing in the background, the day couldn’t have been more perfect.

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[ennoshitas-princess]

Cake and Dresses

Dad! Atsumu Miya x Fem! Reader

Warnings: only a lot of fluff, Miya twins insulting each other, Atsumu isn't in the first couple scenes (sorry it will be worth it)

Synopsis: You and Atsumu have a beautiful daughter and it is her birthday and Valentine's Day

Word Count: 873

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You come back home with your cute little daughter after her long and exhausting school day. Today was a very special day. Not only was it Valentine's Day, but it was your sweet daughter’s birthday. Currently you go and pick up the cake her dear Uncle Osamu baked for her. When you saw the pink hearts all over the place. Her name was written in white frosting. The cake was chocolate (your husband’s and daughter’s personal favorite).

“Thank you Osamu! I hope it wasn't too much trouble.” You said holding the heart shaped baked good.

“It's no problem! I love helping ya… but not my dumbass twin brother.” He chuckled.

You were used to the two bickering at each other. At times you found it quite entertaining. Especially since Atsumu proved himself not to be very smart when it came to saying something back. You tried to help him come up with comebacks, but he told you he could do it on his own.

And he was so wrong.

“So Aiko, how was kindergarten today?” Asked her uncle.

“It was great! I got many Valentine's and for my birthday too!” Your little girl held them in a box.

“Well, that's nice. Did ya know yer dad never got Valentine's until he was in his last year of high school?”

“Osamu! That is not true! You know I have been giving him gifts in his locker since junior high!” You told him.

“Well, he didn't know ya had a crush on him until ya wrote that cringy love letter that year.” He teased you.

“Well, I don't regret it one single bit because he helped me make this cutie!” You squished Aiko’s chubby cheeks.

You later on made it home with the help of Osamu carrying that cake, while you were holding all the things your daughter received. When you were picking up the cake, your dear husband was getting the living room ready for Aiko’s birthday party.

“We are back!” You yelled at Atsumu.“Just in time. I was done decorating and getting very bored.” He replied back slouching on the couch.

He looked up to see his beloved wife and daughter. He averted his eyes and saw his twin brother. “Hey y/n, why’d ya invite this dumbass??!?”

“Who are ya calling a dumbass?!?” His brother set the box on the table.

“Yer ugly ass!!”

“I am not dumb or ugly. We basically look the same!!”

“Daddy!!” Your baby girl pounced on her father to give him a nice bear hug.

“Aiko, my sweet baby girl.” He picked her up and kissed her round cheek.

You smiled at the adorable sight of Atsumu hugging Aiko. She had your eyes and had Atsumu’s dark hair (but you know he has his hair dyed blonde). You couldn't help but go over and join. “Don't forget about your wife Tsum Tsum.”

“Oh of course I would never forget about my beloved Valentine since we were teenagers.” Atsumu place your sweet daughter on the ground and pecked your cheek.

“Hey!” Your daughter puffed her cheeks while stomping her tiny foot on the floor.

“Honey, no one forgot about you.” You bent down to her height.

Her toothy grin appeared onto her face again. She ran away to her room for some reason. Usually Aiko stays in the living room on her birthday. (She adores the attention.) She came back with presents in hand.

“Whatcha got there, baby girl?” Asked her father.

“For you!” She stretched the presents to both you and your dear husband.

“Awe, how cute and sweet of you Aiko.” You smiled at her.

“What about me?” Osamu frowned.

“I didn't forget about you Uncle ‘Samu!” She reached into her bookbag for a little box.

You guys opened up your presents to see something the little girl has made for each of you. Atsumu got a bracelet made with beads and a volleyball charm. Osamu got a bracelet too, but with an onigiri charm. You got a necklace made with beads and with a gem charm in the shape of a heart. “Ya did a good job in making them little love.” You told her.She twisted her foot on the ground with a shy smile. “I am glad you like them.”

“Oh! Birthday time!” Shouted Atsumu at the top of his lungs.

After the party, Osamu headed back home. Of course, before leaving he bickered some more. Aiko fell asleep on the couch. You couldn't resist taking a picture of your lovely daughter. Atsumu went to the room to get a special thing for you.

“There you are. Mind helping me in carrying this little cutie?” You asked your beloved husband.

“No, I don't mind. But first, I would love to give ya something.” He said hugging you.

“What is it?”

“Ya have to open it my dear.”

You opened the box to see a beautiful dress that was (favorite color). It was an everyday dress. It had some flowery design on it. “So, do ya like it?” He smiled at you.

“I adore it. But not as much as you!” You hugged him tighter.

“Maybe a date sometime. My dumb brother can take care of our daughter.”

"Absolutely!" Was all you said.

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[jell0buss-37]

You’re carrying the Peter B fandom 🙏. Anyways, how about reader being a spider person and falling in love with Peter at headquarters but knowing they can’t be together 😔

ASHAJSKAM THANK YOU!!! Loving this plot, and it was longer than my normal headcannons, so far I haven't written for ATSV yet, so I hope you like it!!!

Falling for a Peter B you can't have

His eyes 😫❤️

Much like Gwen, your universe had a Peter that was also killed

You had loved that Peter, more than anything in the world, and you never got the chance to tell him, as you were teens at the time

You were now in your thirties, having healed from that pain

Or so you thought

You were recruited by Peter B, actually

To say you were shocked was an understatement

You had been struggling with a bad guy, when suddenly he had swung in and helped you kick his butt

Once he removed his mask, it's like the air from your lungs just evaded you for a moment

You couldn't help but reach out and touch his face, seeing if he was really real

He just laughs at this

"Yeah, I'm here man!"

He explains everything to you, as you do to him

Minus the fact that you had been horribly in love with his other self

You two were quick to become close friends

It was going great! Like you had your own Peter again

Until he introduced you to his daughter

"This is Mayday! She's got a lot of heart, and this beautiful smile that'd knock you away, although I'd say she gets that from her mother."

You adored Mayday so much

However you couldn't help the tugging at your heart at the fondness in his voice when he spoke of his wife.

It looks like you weren't as over your Peter's death as you thought

You started avoiding him, going on more missions to get away from him

The pain was just too much to bare

It wasn't until you found a certain Spiderling in your apartment

You were quick to bring her back to Peter, he was probably incredibly worried

Mayday was extremely attached to you for some reason, not even phased that she was in a different place to begin with

"THERE YOU ARE!! May, honey, you scared the crap out of Daddy. You can't just go around taking time watches that aren't yours!"

He was incredibly grateful for you

You couldn't help but smile at the scene, albeit sadly

He notices this

"(Y/n), take a seat. Talk with me a sec, will ya?"

You listen willingly, although you put some space between you two

He seems to be choosing his words carefully

"Mayday's mother, MJ... She, uh, was a good friend of mine. Very smart woman, and we dated for a while, actually. My wife, see, she couldn't have kids. She actually had a miscarriage. It broke her."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. This was something very personal to him, and you were happy, albeit confused, to be the one he tells this to

"And so, MJ actually helped us out with that. She had Little May here for us. That's why she looks like her, as I'm sure you have an MJ in your universe."

You did. She was your best friend actually, and had two kids of her own. She had been there for you through it all

"See, my wife... I think you two would get along a lot better than you'd think. I know it's weird to see someone who meant a lot to you who should be dead just, sitting in front of you now. Much less someone you loved."

You're entire face goes red, dread filled your stomach at the notion, but before you could apologize or anything, he rests a hand on your shoulder.

"Relax. It's no big deal. In fact, I'd like to invite you to dinner. My wife has been dying to meet you!"

You accept warily

Later on you're all ready, sitting on their front door step, overthinking.

You're about to turn around when the door opens behind you

"Oh! You must be (Y/n)!!! I've heard so much about you!"

You freeze in place slowly turning

Your stomach drops again. It's...?

"I'm (Y/n)."

She greets you with a hug, and you stand there stiffly, in even more shock than when you had met Peter B for the first time

She pulls back, and it's like looking into a mirror

She smiles warmly at you, you flashing a nervous smile yourself

She takes the wine you had in your grasp, her face lighting up at the sight of it

"Well! Looks like we have the same taste. I-I mean, I guess we'd have to, right?"

You can't help but burst into laughter. Looks like you really are funnier than you thought

Dinner was one of the strangest, yet most relaxing experiences you've had with the multidimensional hopping you've had so far

You knew there were plenty of you in multiple universes, one of you was just born in one of them!

The way he'd look at her, well, also you I guess, was now bittersweet

He held so much love in his gaze, and suddenly you no longer felt any resentment or jealousy to yourself

It was painfully beautiful to see that maybe, if your Peter had just stayed with you long enough, you could have had this too.

#peter benjamin parker #peter b parker #peter b parker x reader #spiderman #spiderman x reader #spiderman x you #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse #headcannons #angst

[cherrycola27]

Take Me to Bed,

Love Me Forever

Paring: Rooster x Reader (Call Sign Artemis)

Warnings: Language, Mentions of past trauma, ejection, almost dying. Angsty, Fluff, and Smut. Minors DNI. 18+

A/N: Yall this piece was a rollercoaster of emotions to write, it is easily one of the best things I have written and something I am very proud oof. I seriously hope you enjoy it, and if you do, please like/comment/ reblog so others can enjoy it too.

You enter your house much later than you usually do. Your husband had been home hours before you pacing the floor. Work had been hell today to say the least.

There had been an accident and you had to eject. You had to stay in the infirmary until you had been cleared to leave. Maverick had made him go home, telling him there was nothing he could do for you there but to be ready for you when you walk through the door that evening. You would need him then more than anything.

You toed off your boots by the door and unzipped your flight suit. You tied the arms of it around your waist and made your way to the kitchen clad only in it and a black sports bra. When you turned on the lights you jumped. He was sitting there at the breakfast nook clutching a glass of water.

"Rooster you scared me half to death." You tell him trying to regain control of your breathing.

"I didn't scare you any worse than you scared me today Artie" He replied standing up to pull you close to his chest. Your nose crinkled at the nickname he had given you. During the first weeks you had known Rooster back when you were younger he had shortened your call sign from 'Artemis' to 'Artie' and it had stuck.

"I'm fine Bradley. I promise." You tell him as he looks deeply into your eyes. "I could have lost you today Y/N" He whispers as he kisses your hair line. You burrow your head into his chest and breath in his scent. He was right, you could have died today, this morning when you had kissed him on the tarmac before you climbed into your F-18 could have been the last. But it wasn't. And you were thankful for that.

He tips your face up by your chin. His eyes are so full of love for you. His fingers trace over your features. "What are you doing?" You ask him. "Making sure I have it all memorized. Just in case." He replies before slanting his lips over yours.

His kisses are slow, he languidly moved his lips against yours. You expected them to be full of heat, passion, desperation, but they aren't. He kisses you like he has all the time in the world, not like you had almost died hours earlier.

You wrap your arms around his neck as he scoops you up and sets you on the kitchen counter. You both stay that way for a long while. Content to kiss each other and let your hands graze over one another. When the need for oxygen becomes too much your pull back and rest your forehead against his.

"Rooster." You breathe out. "Yes baby." He replies.

"Take me to bed." You whisper against his lips

"Absolutely" He mummbles before kissing you again as he lifts you off the counter to take you to the bedroom.

Your legs wrap around his torso as he seems to glide through the house with you in his arms. You press kissed to his lips, his cheeks, his nose, his throat, and to your favorite place, that sensitive spot behind his left ear that always makes him shutter.

He opens the door to your shared sleeping space and pushes you up against the wall, firmly holding you in place. The evidence of his desire presses into your core, you both hiss at the contact.

His hands palm your breasts through you sports bra as you tug at the hem of his shirt. He gets the hint and lifts his arms long enough for you to remove it from him. His dog tags clang together as they fall against his chest.

His nimble fingers find the zipper of your bra and slide it down. He slips the straps off your shoulders and tosses the garment to the side.

"Rooster!" You gasp as his warm, wet mouth encircles one of the sensitive buds. His hand finds the other and rolls it between his thumb and index finger.

His tongue flicks and licks your breast as he groans against your flesh. He pulls his mouth away with a pop and you moan in protests until he repeats his action on the other. You are still high from the adrenaline and his mouth and hands feel perfect against you. You feel your core clench around nothing and you swear if he keeps this up for just a few more minutes you are going to fall apart before he even gets you naked and touches you where you want him most.

You can't stop the breathy moans that leave your mouth as he worships your chest. He licks, sucks, pulls, and tugs. Your hands are tightly fisting his sandy curls holding him to you. His hips buck into your center and he groans at the contact, and that does it for you. "Rooster..." you moan out grinding yourself against him as the first high of the night washes over you.

He pulls back from you to study your face. Your cheeks are flushed and your eyes are hazy while you try to control your erratic breathing.

"Did you just?" He asks, his eyes wide at the realization. You shake your head as you are still coming down. "You've never finished just from me touching your breasts." He remarks with an almost cocky grin. "What can I say? Still high on adrenaline from earlier I guess." You tell him.

He drops a hand between the two of you and runs it up your center. You jerk at the touch. "So sensitive." He murmers against your ear. "Don't worry baby, I'm going to take good care of you."

He peels you away from the wall and sets you down on the bed. He undoes his belt and pushes his pants down to his feet and quickly steps out of them. All that remains are his too tight black boxers that leave nothing to the imagination. Your hands shoot forward ready to free him and take him in your mouth but he gently pushes them away. "As much as I love it when you do that honey, I'm not the one who almost died today. Let me take care of you. Let me make you feel good." He states before kneeling infront of you.

He helps you out of your flight suit and slips your panties off and now you are bare before him. He grabs your ankle and trails feather-light kisses from it to the top of your thigh before switching to the other. You sit there in awe of him, watching how careful he is with you, how loving he his. You think back to earlier today and how scared he must have been. Worried if he would ever see you again, ever kiss you again, ever make love to you again. You can't help it but tears burn in your eyes and slip down your cheeks.

Rooster looks up and sees them. He sits beside you on the bed and pulls you close to him. He uses his thumbs to wipe them from your face. "Y/N it's okay, I'm right here, you are right here." You coos trying to calm you down.

"You must have been so scared." You choke out. "I must have been scared?" He asks you confused "You are the one that ejected today. If anyone should have been scared it should have been you Artie."

"Bradley, I know you. You were terrified. I heard it into your voice as you told me you loved me before I punched out." You tell him. "I um..." he didn't know how to respond. "I was scared. You're right." He confesses after a beat of silence. "I was afraid of the worst, and I just wanted you to hear it one more time just in case." He admits. Now he is the one on the verge of crying.

You cup his face in your hands and kiss him. "Well, you can't get rid of me that easily Bradshaw." You joke tapping his nose. "God I love you so much woman." He responds kissing your forehead.

"Well then Rooster your big stud, why don't you show me how much then?" You ask moving to straddle his lap.

He doesn't respond with his words. Instead he cards his finger through your hair and pulls you flush against him. He loves the feeling of your skin on his. He loves feeling your heat beating in your chest, yet another reminder that you are real, that you are there, that you are alive .

His lips kiss your face, your neck, the underside of your jaw. "Oh Bradley." You whimper as he sucks the delicate flesh of your neck into his mouth. He is normally careful not to leave anything that would be visible in a uniform or flight suit behind but he can't help himself today. He needs this, needs to remind himself that you cheated death today and that you really are in his arms.

You grind your bare slit over his clothed cock. Rooster is rock hard underneath you but doesn't seem to care about himself. He only cares about your pleasure and how good he can make you feel.

You are still sensitive from the first time he made you finish, but you want, no, need, more from him.

"Roos, please, I need more." You moan out. He turns and places you in the middle of the bed. He stops and looks at you. You look ethereal laying there, hair fanned out on the pillows, your skin flushed red is a stark contrast to the light grey sheets, you chest rising and falling causing a subtle bounce of your breast while your dog tags are nestled between them. He stares at you almost as if he is taking a picture. Committing this image of you so drunk on him to memory.

"Rooster." You breath out. Calling him back from the place he had been. He would never tell you this but you could see it in his eyes, just behind the hunger and the lust, you knew the first thing he thought of when you went down over the water was his father and how he never got to tell him good bye or how the last this his father ever heard wasn't Carole telling him she loved him.

"I love you" you spoke just above a whisper. "I know" He called back before sliding between your legs. You spread them a little wider to make room for his broad shoulders. Her peppered your thighs with kisses again, stopping every so often to suck marks into them that would be there for days to come.

Bradley's breath was hot over your core. He slipped his right arm around your thigh and pulled you impossibly closer to him.

He ran two fingers from his left hand along your slit, gathering your wetness. "So wet baby, so fucking wet." He sighed as he circled your clit. "All for you honey, only for you." You replied as your hips jerked at the contact.

He slipped his ring and middle fingers inside you. Your previous orgasm had left you so slick they slid in past the knuckle easily. He curled them deep inside of you. Bringing the pads of his fingers to the spot only he could reach. You felt the harsh cold metal of his wedding band against your burning flesh. His rhythm was slow at first. Painfully slow, curling his thick digits deep inside you with long slow strokes. You tried to grind yourself down on him but his other arm held you firmly in place. His silent way of telling you that you were going to take what he was giving you.

"More, please more." You gasped out. He was happy to obliged you, but only slightly. His fingers sped up just a bit and he curled his wrist to push them even deeper into you. You sighed as the friction built.

Your hands fisted the sheets and you thrashed your head wildly. "Please baby I need..." you could finish your thought. You brain was turning to much.

"Come one princess tell me what you need. I'll give you anything you ask for." You drew out the last words. "I need your mouth please Rooster... I need it so bad." You almost begged, almost.

"Yes Ma'am." He replied to you before sucking your clit into his mouth. "Ahhh yes, just like that baby" you cried out while he toyed with the swollen bundle of nerves. Your hand left his grip on the sheets. One hand lost itself in his now wild curls while the other gripped his bicep.

You whined as he licked a broad stripe across your clit before circling his tongue around it. You could feel him smirk along your folds. Once, in an orgasm induced post high conversation you asked him how he was so good with it. His answer? "I spell my name"

"You spell Rooster with your tongue?" You asked back not believing him. "No, my full name, Bradley Alexander Bradshaw." He tells you back. "Why?" You ask still confused. "Because if I write my name on it, everyone will know its mine." You had laughed at him for that, but it was true. You belonged to Bradley and he belonged to you.

You could feel the coil winding up inside you once again. His fingers kept their pace but his tongue and lips became faster, more erratic. You could feel the figure eights being draw over the nub as he alternated between that and sucking on it.

You were close and he could tell, your walls gripped his fingers, pulled them back in every time he tried to withdraw them. Rooster looked up to see you. You were a writhing moaning mess above him. Head thrown back, eyes closed, the knuckles gripping his hair white, your fingernails biting into his bicep sure to leave marks but he didn't care.

He harshly sucked you clit back into his mouth causing your eyes to fly open. You looked down to find him peering up at you. You locked gazes with him and saw the hint of not quite a smile but not quite a smirk form at the corners of his eyes before he winked at you causing the flood gates to open. You screamed his name and ground down on his face as he worked you through your second orgasm. This one was much more powerful than the one you had earlier.

He thrusted his fingers into until you came down. Your grip on his hair and arm released as you took in slow, shaky breaths.

Bradley kisses his way up your body. "Such a good girl for me, always so beautiful when you cum like that." He praises you before claiming your lips. You can taste yourself on him, but you don't care. You are addicted to him and the way he makes you feel, you can't get enough.

"Need you inside of me, need your cock so bad." You breath out. "Anything for you honey, anything." He told you and you knew he meant it. Bradley Bradshaw would give you the world on a sliver platter if you asked for it or die trying. If you asked him, the sun rose and set in your eyes and you were the one who hung the moon and stars. He loved you more than anything on this earth. Maverick had often said that Rooster loved you the way Goose loved Carole, madly, deeply, and all consuming.

You thanked your lucky stars every single day that he chose you for his forever.

He lined his head up with your entrance, sliding the tip of it through your soaked folds before pushing all the way in to the hilt. The groan that left Roosters throat came from deep in his chest and was downright pornographic.

He stilled once fully inside you. "So tight Y/N, always so fucking tight" He praised as your legs circled his hips and your hands clung to his shoulders pulling him even closer to you.

Rooster kissed you passionately before slowly withdrawing almost all the way and pushing back in to you. He had an iron grip on your hips to ground himself, terrified that if he didn't hold onto you, you would fly away.

His pace was slow, something you didn't do very often; but it was what you had both needed, a chance to pause time, to remind each other that you would love the other forever.

His cock was impossibly thick as he drove it into you. Each thrust brought him deeper inside you as the fat head stroked your g-spot and his pubic bone grazed your clit each time he pushed into you.

"So good. Feel s'good" you cried out as your nails dug into his shoulder blades. He body was the only thing keeping you tethered to the earth right now.

Every thrust felt amazing, the grunts and moans coming from him went straight to your core, soaking it even more. You could hear his manhood moving through your slick. The pants and groans leaving your lips stirring him on.

He hit a particularly sensitive spot inside you which caused you to throw your head back. You neck strained and exposed itself to him which let him seal his lips over your pulse point "Yesyesyesyes" you babbles out as he drove into that sensitive spot over and over again.

You clawed at his back needing to ground yourself, to keep yourself from falling apart completely. But another deep thrust caused you to drop them to the sheets and ball them up in your fist.

Rooster could feel how close you were and how close he was. Your cunt gripped him so tightly he had to focus to not finish before you. Yes he was aware that you had already came twice but he couldn't finish without feeling you clench around him.

His right hand let go of your hip as he brought his fingers back to your clit. He tapped and circled the bundle driving you futher to your finish. The action overwhelmed you. "S'too much... I can't... can't" you babbled out as he pushed your towards oversitmulatuon.

His left hand came to yours and grabbed it from its place in the sheets. He threaded his fingers through yours and pinned them both above your head. He ran his thumb over your wedding rings.

"Look at me Y/N" He commanded. You opened your eyes to find his golden orbs burning into your face.

"Want to see your beautiful face when you cum." Rooster told you as he picked up the place. His thrusts and fingers becoming sloppy. "Don't think I can again." You told him

"Yes you can babe, I know you can. Come on Y/N, cum for me, give me everything you have." He encouraged you before pushing your joined hands further into the mattress.

Suddenly everything you were holding in became too much. Everything felt too good, you couldn't hold back anymore, and with a cry of his name you came harder than you ever had before around your husband's cock.

You screamed his name has he continued to move inside you and work you through your orgasm. The grip of your walls on him felt amazing as he came deep inside you, coating your walls with his white hot release.

He continued to thrust until you were both throughly spent.

Rooster collapsed on top of you, careful to put his weight on his forearms as to not crush you. He kissed you once more before rolling onto his side and pulling you with him. You both whined at the loss of contact as he pulled out of you. He wrapped both of you up in your duvet. Your body trembled against him from the aftershocks of the most amazing orgasm of your life.

He held you close to him, breathing in your essence.

"Y/N, promise me something" Rooster said after a long while, breaking the silence.

"What?" You hummed in response.

"Promise that you'll love me forever." He asked you.

"Bradley Bradshaw, as long as you promise me the same, I swear I will love you forever."

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Yall are going to love this one

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[octoberclidan]

Everything's Fine

Pairing: Sam, Dean, Cas x reader (platonic)

Summary: Reader (she/her) lives in the bunker with team free will, and helps them with hunts and apocalypses. The day before they're due to go off on a hunt, reader feels sick but tries to ignore it. She can't get out of bed the next morning so the hunt is cancelled and the boys spend the day looking after her.

Note: this was written by myself for myself; there are probably mistakes. My first language is English but I'm not American, so it may sound weird in places if you happen to be American reading it. If you do happen to come across this and spend time reading it, I hope you enjoy it somewhat!

Masterlist

Story:

[Y/N] was sitting in the bunker's library, trying to absorb as much as she could on rugarus before the next day. Sam and Dean had hunted them before, but it was going to be a first time for [Y/N]. She had her head propped up with one hand while the other turned the pages of one of the library's old books. She found herself re-reading the same paragraph multiple times, her brain not taking in the information on the page. She'd felt a little bit off since she woke up that morning; tired, foggy, a little bit of a headache. None of the team really got sick, it wasn't something they had to deal with. On the rare occasion that one of them would catch something, Cas would just heal them within a few seconds and they'd be good to go. [Y/N] would have asked Cas to have a look at her, but he had lost a substantial amount of grace during an incident the week beforehand and was still recovering. He would probably be able to fix a cold or even the flu, but it would take a lot out of him and it wasn't like [Y/N] was dying.

"Earth to [Y/N]?" She felt a tap on her shoulder and groggily turned to look up, it was Dean. "I called your name like three times, you okay?" He glanced down at the page she was reading. "I'm pretty sure that's the same page you were on when I was here 30 minutes ago.. what's up?" [Y/N] just shook her head and closed the book.

"Everything's fine, I'm just tired Dean, I think I'll take this to bed and try have an early night. What time are we leaving at in the morning?"

"As early as possible, it's a long drive. Aim to be out at the car for 6:30 yeah?"

[Y/N] nodded and yawned, grabbing the book and making her way to her room. Dean watched her leave, and noticed that she was dragging her feet. She definitely seemed off to him, but maybe she was just tired.

***

"Is [Y/N] coming on the hunt or is she staying here with Cas?" Asked Sam the next morning. He and dean had already loaded up the car with what they'd need on the hunt, all they were waiting for now was [Y/N]. However, none of them had seen her that morning, usually she would be up early helping the boys get ready.

"She said she was, I told her to be at the car for 6:30, haven't you seen her today?"

"I haven't seen her since yesterday"

"I haven't seen her either" Cas mentioned as he walked into the garage.

The three of them shared a look before leaving the garage and making their way straight to [Y/N]'s room. Dean knocked on the door. "[Y/N] you ready to go? It's 6:45". No answer, he knocked again. "[Y/N] you in there? Open up". The three of them stood outside her door waiting for a response, but they were only met by silence. Dean pushed the door open to darkness. Flicking on the lights, his eyes were drawn to the bed where there was a pile of blankets and pillows. He walked over to the bed and knelt down beside it, pulling the blankets back slightly to reveal [Y/N] fast asleep.

He put the back of his hand against her forehead and was shocked by how hot is was. He gently shook her shoulder in an attempt to wake her up. "[Y/N], Sweetheart, wake up". She mumbled something and pulled the cover back over her head. Dean turned to look at Sam and Cas who both wore worried expressions on their faces. Dean pulled the covers back off her face and she whined, trying weakly to pull them out of Dean's grasp. Cas made his way over and placed his fingers on her forehead.

"It's the flu. I can heal her but it will make my own recovery extend."

[Y/N] shook her head. "No, I'm okay". Her voice was quiet, and hearing it broke Dean's heart.

"You do have a fever of 103° [Y/N], you should not be under any covers. If you won't let me heal you, we need to cool you down" Cas stated.

"Sam, can you run an ice bath? Cas can you get her a glass of water, with ice?" Dean was worried, he was rarely sick and he hadn't had to look after anyone sick since Sam was a lot smaller. Sam and Cas both left the room, and Dean moved from his kneeling position to the sit on the end of the bed. He pulled the covers the rest of the way off [Y/N], revealing that she had put on the warmest, fluffiest pyjamas she owned. Dean couldn't help but smile at the tough, highly trained hunter wearing soft, lilac pyjamas. [Y/N] began shivering, trying to pull the covers back but Dean wouldn't let her. He reached over and started rubbing her shoulder.

"I'm c-cold D-dean" she sniffled.

"I know you feel cold Sweetheart, but you're actually too hot, you have a fever. Let us get you cooled down and then you can get back into bed and rest, okay?"

"N-no, I want my b-blanket b-back"

"[Y/N] you have a high fever, come on, can you try sit up for me? I got to get you to the bath".

[Y/N] gave Dean a slight glare, the best she could muster up to show she wasn't pleased with being taken from the warmth, but Dean just ignored her and helped her sit up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he slipped his arms under her knees and shoulders, scooping her up and making his way to the bathroom.

"Hey, bath is ready. How you feeling?" Sam asked, walking over to her and Dean and feeling her forehead with the back of his hand. [Y/N] just groaned in response. "Let's get you out of these pyjamas and into the bath. You wearing anything under them [Y/N]?" [Y/N] nodded, she was wearing a light pair of shorts and a t-shirt underneath. She had been feeling cold the previous night and had decided the fluffy pyjamas weren't going to be enough. Dean placed her down gently on her feet on the tiled floor. Between Sam and Dean, they kept her standing up while removing the fluffy pyjamas, along with the fluffy socks. Once her bare feet touched the cold tile floor, her shivering intensified. Together they helped her into the ice bath, her shivering knocking some of the ice out onto the floor.

"G-get me out-t of this-s n-now"

"Shh [Y/N], I know this sucks but can you please try stick it out for five minutes?" Sam cooed, stroking her hair. Cas walked in with the water and handed it to Dean. "Her sheets are damp with sweat, I'll change them". Dean nodded and held the glass of water up to [Y/N]'s lips.

"Drink". Too weak to argue, [Y/N] took a sip. Although the cold water was freezing as it ran down her throat, she hadn't realised how dehydrated she was, and it did feel good. "I'll get you some clean clothes, try take a few more sips of this before I get back". Dean passed the glass to Sam and headed out of the bathroom. After a few more sips of the water, Sam was satisfied that she had cooled down enough to come out. He grabbed a large towel and carefully helped her step out of the tub. He wrapped her in the towel and began rubbing her arms to help her warm up a little bit.

Dean came back in at that point with a bundle of clothes. He left them on the counter and patted them. "They're not fluffy, can't have you getting too hot again, but I warmed these up in the dryer quickly for you so you won't be freezing. You okay to get changed on your own or do you need help?" Dean asked.

"I can do it, thank you, both of you." She smiled up at Sam who was still rubbing her arms over the towel, before smiling at Dean too. The two boys left her to some privacy to get out of the wet clothes and into the dry ones Dean had brought. She was surprised to see a pair of Dean's pyjama bottoms and one of Sam's old t-shirts, along with some of her own underwear that Dean must have found in her drawer. The boys always complained when she stole their clothes, but they knew how comfortable she found them.

Slowly, she made her way back towards her room. She had to admit that even though the ice bath was horrible, she did feel slightly better now. When she got back to her room, her bed had new sheets and Cas was standing there with another glass of water. "You should drink some more. How are you feeling? Your temperature seems to be lower now" He tilted his head at her while he handed her the glass.

"I feel a bit better Cas, thank you for changing my bed, I appreciate it" she smiled at him. She placed the glass on her bedside table and moved to get into her bed. "What happened with the hunt? Are Sam and Dean gone?"

"I passed it off the Jody, we're staying put until you're better" Dean pushed off the doorframe where [Y/N] hadn't noticed him standing. He knelt down beside her and tucked her hair behind her ear. "I can stay with you for a bit until you fall asleep, how does that sound? Or if you'd prefer to be alone you can call for me or Sam or Cas if you need something?"

"I don't want to get you sick too" [Y/N] sniffed.

"I can stay with you, you can't get me sick". Cas offered.

"Sam is fixing you up something to eat, so how about you stay awake and eat and drink what you can, then Cas can stay with you for a bit and keep an eye on you?". [Y/N] nodded at Dean's suggestion. He nodded back and stood up, leaned down to kiss her forehead and turned to pat Cas on the shoulder before leaving the room.

***

[Y/N] had eaten what she could and soon fell back to sleep in her clean bed. Cas sat at the desk in her room reading through a few books. He stayed long after she'd fallen asleep; he stayed the rest of the day and all throughout the night. Sam and Dean each came in periodically throughout the day to check up on her, bring her more water, and check if she needed help getting to the bathroom.

The next morning Sam came into the room carrying a plate of breakfast and smiled to see [Y/N] sitting up in bed chatting to Cas about a movie she wanted to see. She looked tired, but definitely looked a lot healthier. "Feeling better?" He asked, setting down the plate in front of her.

"Yes, much. Not 100%, but definitely better". She smiled at him.

"Good, 'cause I was thinking today would be a good day for a movie day, what do you think? I can bring my TV in here and we can watch whatever you want".

"Yeah, I'd like that"

"Cool, Dean is already out getting some snacks. He'll be back soon and then the four of us can start our marathon."

"How did Jody get on with the hunt?" Asked [Y/N]. She felt guilty about having to cancel and send someone else out into danger.

"Wasn't even a rugaru in the end, just your regular psychopath. She's already home" Sam smiled at her. He leaned down to kiss her forehead. "Everything's fine".

The end

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[gracie7209]

Fine Again

A Joel Miller Oneshot

Pairing: Joel x platonic-f!Reader, Joel x Tess

Word Count: 3k

Rating: Mature. Nothing explicit, but deals with some difficult themes.

Warnings: Major major trigger warnings. Please see the A/N at the bottom for more descriptions. I don’t want to give anything away, but if you’re worried about the content, they’re posted below. No Ellie au, some things are canon compliant, other things are definitely not. Drugs (pills) and drinking, coping mechanisms, heavy angst, depression, SI, suicide, brief descriptions of going into labor, not in detail. PTSD, flashbacks, Additional Trigger warnings are posted below. Reader POV. This idea came to me today and I literally just wrote it and briefly looked over everything, so all mistakes are mine!

**PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS!**

Summary: Joel and Tess meet you on their journey West to find Tommy. Letting you tag along and eventually finding him, you all get the chance to settle in Jackson. Joel battles with depression.

A/N: This, came out of fucking nowhere to be honest. Was listening to a new (to me) song and this demanded to be written. No idea why, and I never thought that this would be the first thing I would ever write for Joel, but here we are. Again, please see warnings below for possible triggers. I honestly live for your comments, questions, reblogs, likes etc Thank You for reading!

**Tagging those I think might be interested. Please let me know if you’d rather not be tagged**

Main Masterlist | Alternate Ending

You had thought you were making progress with him. Getting him out of the house to have dinner and being around everyone again. That night he didn’t want to. Halfway begged you not to make him leave, but you knew he couldn’t go on living isolated away from everyone.

You had promised him. You promised him that he would be fine. All he had to do was eat dinner, and you would bring him home. Easy enough right?

But when Maria walked in, you saw him practically shut down. The impending birth of Tommy’s child reminding him of the loss of his own… You had hoped that he would make it through dinner and that you could both leave, taking him home to let him get some sleep.

After finishing your plate, Joel had hardly even touched his, but you look to see if he’s ready and he gives you a stiff nod. But, before you get a chance to leave, there’s an ugly scream of intense pain and Joel is drained of all color. Maria’s labor starts and she is breathing harshly, quickly, little gasps to help stave off the pain, but all Joel can hear is Sarah…. His hands start to rattle as his head moves from side to side. When everyone rushes over to Maria, yourself included, Joel doesn’t move. You look back at him, and see him clearly struggling to keep it together….

Sarah had died in his arms. Even Tess. She had died in his arms after a group of raiders jumped their patrol group a few months after arriving in Jackson. Tess had gotten a shot off, but she had already been hit. Joel didn’t get to say goodbye as she never regained consciousness after falling from her horse. Joel had picked her up, tried to stop the bleeding. Feeling for her pulse until it eventually dwindled to nothing, and she was gone.

No, he couldn’t handle anyone else dying in his arms… so you made sure Tommy had everything covered, helped walk him and Maria out, but when you went back for Joel he was already gone.

–

Finding him at this particular cabin wasn't a shock to you. Although he said he would never go back here after Tess, he would disappear randomly for a day or two, looking haggard and rough when he came back and you just knew. He never told anyone else about this place. It was his own private escape. To try to grieve his losses in solitude. Where he could let out whatever demons ravaged his mind, and you left it alone, hoping he would eventually benefit from it in some way.

You think the reality of it instead was that the almost constant isolation fostered his depression. Allowing him to further distance himself from the rest of you.

You tried. You had really tried with him. He would begrudgingly accept your help. Your kind disposition would even get a smile out of him sometimes. You would cook for him, help him get cleaned up, help him around his home and just try to visit with him. When he refused to talk, you would do the talking and he would just listen. Or you hoped he had.

You would sleep on his couch when the nights would get really bad. He would mix the booze with whatever pills he could find to make himself forget, if even for a moment. You would wake up to his nightmares. His calls, always to Sarah. “Please baby girl, Please. Please, we gotta get you up. Sarah! Sarah!”-- and you would slowly put a hand to his shoulder. Applying pressure as you sat next to him. Peacefully trying to pull him from the memories that plagued him. His bloodshot eyes filled with tears, would always look to you, he would grab onto your arm and you would pull his head into your lap. Stroking through his messy curls until a less fitful sleep would find him.

You would eventually pull yourself from his grip and go back to the couch, content to rest there until it started all over again.

When he was sober, which wasn’t often, he was restless. Body shaking in withdrawal, until he could get even a sip to help calm his frayed nerve endings. The end of the world had taken so much from so many. And Joel was no exception.

–

But this time he doesn’t come back, even the next morning. You felt in your bones that he needed someone if it wasn’t too late already. So, you eventually decide to just go and saddle up your horse to find him yourself.

And find him you do….. in the one place that he and Tess had found and shown you, about a week before Tess was killed.

It was secluded and well hidden. Only having found it on patrol one day when they decided to venture further than their usual patrol route. Things had been sparse then. Lucky for the community as a whole, no raiders or clickers, but the boredom of those patrols made for long and tedious days. After finding this little gem, Tess and Joel had shown it to you and planned to take it up with Tommy and try to make it a new patrol stop, a place to rest and regroup as it was quite a bit further out than the current route.

But before they had a chance to bring it to Tommy, Tess was killed and Joel refused to go back. It was never brought up again.

–

You find him early in the afternoon…. Passed out drunk on the broken couch in the living area, but he was breathing so you felt relief at that, at the very least.

You waited until he finally woke up on his own, hours later. You doubt he’d eaten and sadly, you think that his intention had been to just drink himself to death out here.

When he finally wakes, he’s crying. Inconsolable. You hold him….. he keeps repeating “I’m sorry, I’m sorry……” over and over again. To who? You don’t know. To you? No…. To Tess? To Sarah?

You didn’t know much about his little girl, but you didn’t need to know the details to understand the weight of that kind of loss. And having been around Tess and Joel together for a few months beforehand, you had understood the gist of what Tess had been to him–

–She was familiar, and she was warm. She kept him steady, level headed, and with a somewhat clear path in mind. And without her, he had been lost. Without Tommy or Tess he had no real direction. Tommy was there, but not in the way Joel needed. Tommy had made his own life out here and Joel knew he couldn’t interfere, but it left him feeling alone.

–

Now, his stare was blank and he wouldn’t look at you for a long time. When he finally comes around again, at the very least to acknowledge your presence, he tells you he feels like shit, that he was hungry and thirsty so you feed him what little you had brought along with you.

After a bit, he seems better. There’s a little color back in his cheeks and he was even asking about Tommy and Maria now, and the baby…. You had left to find him before the baby had even been born, but you assured him that everything was going to be fine.

You felt relieved that he seemed to be doing ok, all things considered.

And when you offered to take him back, he, albeit reluctantly, agreed. He tells you to go ahead and pack up, that he just needed to grab a few things. He had already dressed and put his boots on, so you go ahead and go outside to situate the horses.

A few minutes go by and Joel has yet to come outside. Fitting the last of the supplies in your sack, you pull the straps tight, securing everything to your horse. You start making your way back to the cabin when you hear a gunshot ring out that spooks the horses with its proximity and your heart drops. Almost instantly you take off…. Running inside, taking the steps two at a time... he's not inside. Running out back, you yell for him. “JOELLLL JOEELLLL!!!!”

Where the fuck did he go? What the fuck did he do? “Joel! JOEL!!!!!!”

Slightly off from the back porch, you follow a tiny path that leads into the woods… god he couldn’t have gone far….. it had only been maybe five minutes tops since you had gone outside, leaving Joel in the cabin.

Looking left and right as you go along, you’re panicking. Thinking the absolute worst, until finally you stop.

Your feet refuse to move you forward, your heart is in your throat as you choke on a sob.

You find him sitting underneath a tree, his back to you against the trunk.

All you can see from where you stand is his slumped form leaning off to the side. Tess’s gun in his hand, his arm laying slack against the ground….

You’re crying now, you know you’re shouting “JOEL! JOEL OH MY GOD!”…but you can’t hear anything past the high pitched ringing in your ears. “Joel…?? Joel, What did you do? …please God, please… no no, no, no, no…..”

Pulse pounding, you take a step closer, then another, and another. Until you’re finally close enough that you can touch his hand with your booted foot. You turn and squat down, unable to look at anything but the ground below your feet. You tentatively take the gun from his hand as it sits loosely in his barely there grip. Tossing it to the side without a glance. Your hand moves up his arm, resting your fingers delicately against his chest, lightly touching his coat… you’re not sure you have it in you to do this. You can’t look at his face. Worried, knowing what you’ll see there. The tears cascading down your cheeks fall onto his coat, the heavy drops darken the brown material as your fingers now grip it so tightly, your knuckles turn white.

This isn’t happening. This can’t be fucking happening. Why? Why would he do this? To Tommy? To you?

You lean down to put your head against his chest. Breathing him in. He still smells the same despite the alcohol. You’d never really paid it any mind before, but you can’t fathom never smelling this again. Never being near him again. In the months, almost a year now that you’ve known him, he’d become a kind of safety net for you. He helped take care of you. But after Tess, he never recovered. That loss, on top of what you had only barely learned about his daughter, Sarah, and the aftermath of that loss….. It ultimately became too much for him.

When your knees practically give out after having held you up for so long, you allow yourself to crumble, knees digging into the cold, wet dirt. You brace your hand on the ground to your right, and it’s then that the stark reality hits you square in your chest and you finally break, looking at the source of the now cold, almost sticky substance now coating your palm and fingers.

–

After meeting Joel and Tess back in KC, they allowed you to tag along, for what reason you will never know. It took a little time, but Tess warmed to you the quickest. You were helpful, pulled your weight and you were kind. Joel eventually thawed. His cold grumpy demeanor never exactly went away, but he acknowledged you, and when things settled down after finding Tommy in Jackson, he even included you in plans and new patrol routes. He hassled you over stupid things sometimes. Those were your favorite moments. When it seemed like he was coming out of his shell. They never lasted long, those moments. Always fleeting glimpses of a Joel that had been buried beneath his grief and anger.

You felt at the very least, accepted by the odd pair. What they were to each other wasn’t normal by any means, but after everything? What the fuck was normal anyway? It was enough for them, so it was enough for you.

After Tess, Joel had tried to push you away. He was an asshole, rude, and downright mean sometimes. But, ever the persistent one, you pressed on. Not letting him shut you out completely. Unfortunately, it was never enough. You had hoped that he could go on to feel some semblance of peace, even after everything. Lord knows, in spite of what he felt were the horrible things he had done to survive, what he had to do to keep Tommy safe, Tess safe, you safe… He was a good man underneath and he deserved peace.

Looking at him now, his eyes are closed. It was clean, the blood streaking down the side of his face to the ground below. You put your hand on his other cheek. Stroking your thumb lightly over his graying scruff, the foot of your many jokes about his age that never failed to get a rise out of him.

The pain you feel is so intense at the grief of knowing that this would be the last time you would see it. That this was the last time you would know his face this way; peaceful…. The irony makes your stomach drop and you feel nauseous.

Swallowing it down, you lean forward and press a barely there kiss to his forehead.

“It’s ok, it’s ok…. You’re with them now. Rest, Joel. It’s ok.”

–

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A/N: Major Character Death, depression and anxiety, panic attacks, and suicide. This was a hard one for me to write, but I couldn’t get it out of my head. I’ve wanted to write for Joel for a while and never in my wildest ideas, did I ever think I would write something like this. It’s unreal to me how this came about, but anyway.

**For anyone struggling with depression and anxiety, or with thoughts of suicide, please please, reach out to someone. Anyone. The world is a better place with you in it. I will never pretend to know exactly what you’re going through, but I will gladly be an ear to listen at any time.

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[profound-imagination]

Dear Azriel - Part 2

A/N - So many of you asked for this and it makes me so happy! I hope you enjoy!!

T/W - talks of injury and blood.

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Dear Azriel,

Feyre and Rhys were right to send me away. I don't belong in that world, I don't belong in your world.

I wish it could be different, with all my heart. I wish I could show you the love you deserve and hold your beautiful hands as you let go of the past but I can't, I can't be that person for you, it would be selfish of me. You're over 500 years old and I won't even see 100. I'd get an entire lifetime with you, but you wouldn't get one with me.

Life can be so cruel sometimes but you know that more than anyone. Forgive your brother, forgive Feyre, they did what they did to protect us both.

You will have my heart until it beats it's last beat, please know that.

Y/N.

You flinched as Azriel read your words back to you, you hadn't written them with the intention of being cruel or hurting the Shadowsinger in front of you but his tone, the look in his mesmerising eyes had told you that you had done just that.

"What the hell is this?" He asked again "You don't belong in my world? Of course you do!" He stalked further into your living room and sat as best he could on the human sized sofa and put his head in his hands, elbows resting on his knees.

You knelt in front of him "You know they're right Az, deep down you know it, you need to talk to them again, Rhys is your brother" he said nothing "I never meant to hurt you, but Cassian said-" his head shot up "Cassian's an idiot" you couldn't hold back the small laugh that came out of you "Well, yes, but he was right, my lifespan would go by in the blink of an eye to you, I'd grow old on my own, how could I do that to you? I see you, Azriel, I see you watch your brother's with their mates and I can see how badly you want that, the bond that comes with it, I can't give that to you"

He was tense, more so than you had ever seen him. "You want to know how I know you belong in my world?" He finally spoke and you nodded dumbly "Because from the moment I met you, I started rebuilding it around you." All of the air in your lungs left at once as the weight of his confession washed over you "I was ready to cover the world in shadows when I couldn't find you after the war and when I did, the state you were in" he cut himself of, the pain of the memory flashing in his eyes.

"But Elain-" he cut you off "Elain realised what I felt before I did, Elain has been trying to help me gain the courage to tell you, Elain saw us on Starfall and I couldn't lie to her about it, she's a seer, Elain seems to be the only person who supports my feelings for you" he ran a hand through his hair and you wanted to reach out and feel the strands, you wanted to find out if they were as soft as they looked.

You wanted him so badly, the life you'd envisioned while almost dying on that battlefield but you knew the hurt it would cause him in the long run. Scrambling to find words that weren't coming, you just gazed at him and took his hands in your own. The two of you sat there for what felt like an age, just looking at each other. "Have you forgiven them? Feyre and Rhys" he asked "No" you breathed out "But I understand why they did it."

"I'm very glad you understand Y/N, it seems my brother is having trouble with that." Rhys. He must've winnowed in. Azriel stiffened, his hands tightening their grip on your own. "Azriel, I told you not to come here" he spoke to his brother who in turn said nothing "Come on Az, say something, get angry, fight me, anything but this childish silence" you knew what the High Lord was doing, knew he was trying to get any reaction out of Azriel that he could, it wasn't good for anyone when Azriel was this tense and angry and if meant letting the Spymaster beat the shit out of him then Rhysand would do that, as long as he stopped brooding. Rhys spoke again "Wow, I haven't seen you this ice cold since Cassian slept with Mor" you winced, that was a low blow but Azriel finally spoke voice like death "Not here, this is her home" Rhys nodded "Tell me a time and a place brother" and whatever was decided was done so between the two of them in their minds as they were gone before you could even ask.

You stayed up all night waiting for Azriel to come back, or for Rhys to show up and tell you that you'd never see him again, that he'd pulled rank and forbade it but neither happened. You spent the following days watching out the window having dragged your chair over so you had a clear vision for when he came back. He didn't.

You'd started to lose hope when Cassian had shown up for his monthly check in, he hadn't even made it to the door when you came flying out of it, towards him "What happened? Did they kill each other" Cassian let out a rich laugh "No little human, they didn't, Rhys continued to bait Az until he snapped, it was hours before they stopped fighting both bruised and bloody but fine" you cringed. Cassian's eyes softened as he looked down at you "He's fine Y/N, as fine as he can be" you nodded.

"Is he forbidden from coming back here?" Cassian shook his head "Not forbidden but it has been made clear to him that there will be repercussions if he does" tears welled in your eyes as you threw yourself at Cassian "I miss him" you sobbed into his shoulder "I wish I wasn't human, I wish I was like you, I wish I could give him everything, Cass" his large hand stroking the back of your hair "I know that and so does he, but Az, he loves so deeply that he would let it consume him until your life was done and then he'd let it destroy him, he wouldn't come back from it Y/N, it would end him as well" you knew that.

"Do you think I'll ever see him again?" You asked Cassian over tea, you couldn't help but laugh at the giant Illyrian perched as best he could on one of your kitchen chairs, tiny little human sized teacup in between his fingers. "Yes, I think he'll fight it for a while but I don't think he'll be able to stay away" he took a sip of his tea "Have you actually left the house since I bought you here?" You shook your head "No" he rolled his eyes "Maybe try? Stop moping around here" you nodded "I could go and visit Lucien, Vassa and Jurian?" You suggested, Cassian simply nodded at you in agreement.

If you could curse Cassian you would've, the manor that Lucien and his friends resided in was not as close as he'd lead you to believe and it was getting dark. The forest you were traipsing through did nothing to help the quickly fading sunlight and the creature that resided here had started to wake up and come to life, you tensed as you heard a howl in the distance and several howls in response. Just as you were debating on whether it would be quicker to carry on or turn around and go home you caught several pairs of eyes shining through the trees and bushes, you were in deep trouble and you knew it as the wolves that had been watching you for you weren't sure how long started prowling towards you.

Did you freeze or did you run? That is all that was running through your mind for the few seconds you'd given yourself to consider your options, you couldn't out run them. Help me. You thought desperately Azriel, help me, help me, help me. You knew he couldn't, knew that he would have no idea where you were or what you were doing. Panic started to settle in your veins as you turned and ran, not daring to look back, the sound of snapping jaws was enough to keep you moving.

You felt like you'd had an entire building dropped on you as you were ripped from your feet, trapped under a wolf, paws on your shoulders, teeth snapping in your face. Pain erupted through you as claws sunk into your shoulders and you couldn't hold in the scream that came out of your throat or the tears that tumbled out of your eyes. It's breath was rancid and you wanted to vomit. Praying to any gods that would listen to spare you, swearing you'd never leave your cottage again.

More pain swept through you as the wolf was thrown from you, it's claws dragging along your arm and chest as it was thrown to your left. Looking to your right you saw a flash of auburn hair. Lucien. As he moved swiftly, scaring off the rest of the pack who must've figured he was the bigger threat. As gently as he could he gathered you in his arms and ran towards your home. "Shit, that's a lot of blood" he mumbled to himself more than you, numb from the pain you said nothing.

By the time he had gotten you back to your home, you were barely holding onto consciousness as you heard Lucien converse with someone, quickly and quietly but you knew, from the moment the other person had touched you who was there. Azriel. You would've known the feel of his hands anywhere and the cool, calming sensations of the shadows that obeyed him. You were in his arms now, head between his shoulder and jaw as darkness wrapped around you both, he was winnowing, you realised just before you passed out.

You awoke in an unfamiliar room, the bed was huge and cosy and the you felt the pain, you winced as you had tried to sit up "Here, let me help you" a kind and gentle voice spoke from the doorway, one you didn't recognise. You took in the older woman as she came into your line of sight, she was beautiful and have you a warm smile as she gently helped you sit up, piling pillows behind you to keep you as comfortable as possible, you stared into her eyes, eyes you would've known anywhere as she spoke again "So, you're the human girl that my son refuses to let go of" her tone was teasing but it has a protective edge to it, she was his mother, Azriel's mother. He'd bought you here, to her estate that he'd bought her.

You'd spent the afternoon talking with her, you had been here for three days, Azriel would be back this evening having been summoned by Rhysand and that she had ordered him out the door as he was insistent on staying by your side. She was sweet and kind and you could see how much she adored her son, your heart cracked at the thought of them being separated how they were. By the time Azriel had returned she was sitting on your bed with you, sharing stories like old friends and drinking tea. You caught Azriel smiling gently at the two of you, leaning against the doorframe, you beamed at him, his mother in turn beamed at you and excused herself stating that she was going to make dinner for the three of you.

Azriel took her place beside you, careful not to knock you with his wing as he spoke "I think she likes you" you smiled back at him "I like her, although, shredded to bits and covered in three days worth of sleep is not how I'd planned to meet her" his eyes were shining as he said "You'd thought about that?" Heat crept up to your cheeks as you said "I think about a lot of things" he smiled again and you decided then that you would give all you had for him to always have that smile on his face "How's the pain?" He said, eyes glancing at the banges that were across your shoulder and chest. More heat crawled up your neck to your cheeks as you realised that the bandages were all that was covering your top half. "It's okay, I'd like a bath before dinner though" without a word he stood and walked across the room to the adjoining one where he disappeared from view, you heard the sound of running water and moments later he was back next to you, scooping you in his arms and heading towards the running bath.

He placed you standing on the cold floor by the sunken tub and told you to strip off the clothing you had on which was only a loose pair of sleep pants. Your eyes widened at his request but his stare told you not to question it as he turned to give you privacy to do so, you tried, you really did try to get them off by yourself but you couldn't do it with your bandages and you sighed "I can't do it by myself" you admitted sheepishly, you watched his wings twitch every so slightly along with the muscles in his back as he turned back to face you, a small smirk on his face. He walked over to you and took his place behind you so your back would've been pressed against his chest if you were brave enough to take one step backwards.

His hands swept over your hips once and then his fingers curled round the waistband of your sleep pants and the lacy underwear you had on underneath and you gasped ever so quietly as he pulled them down your legs in one swift motion, tapping your thigh to tell you to step out of them. Heat flooded you this time and you prayed he couldn't tell how much that had aroused you. His leathers joined your clothes on the floor as you tensed, knowing he was stood behind you in nothing. You didn't dare look at him.

"What are you doing?" Voice not as strong as you wanted it to be, he didn't answer, instead he stepped in the bath and sat down, you looked at him now, his chest, his tattoos, little scars covered him like a dot to dot and you swore to yourself you would count them all one day. "Are you going to join me or are you just going to stare" he teased as more heat flooded through you. Done for, you were absolutely done for. You knew he wouldn't have you there in the bath, not yet, not while you were hurt but the sight of him and the domesticity of it nearly killed you, stepping into the tub you were rather pleased with your new found bravery and you took a seat opposite him, he shook his head and took you by the wrist gently and pulled you so you were sat in between his legs. "We need to clean your wounds" he told you gently as you felt his fingers ghost up your back and the bandages around your chest and shoulders started to loosen.

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[hoonieswhore]

XI. High Hopes

Previous / Masterlist / Next

Written chapter under the cut! It's divided on different days since it's kind of a time skip with some spice~ MDNI.

Word count: 3,5k

Warnings: The usual curses. Heeseung and Sunghoon are like kids. Mentions of drinking. The band is drunk lol. Joke about murdering someone. Smut. Kinda public sex. Unprotected sex (don't do it irl) Mentions of shower sex. Strength kink. Size kink. Belly bulge. Breeding. Dirty talk. Mentions of spit. Kinda fluff but there's a tiny bit of angst. Mentions of perv!Hoon (he's a bit of a perv, NGL)

Tuesday.

Sunghoon was lying on the couch, staring at the ceiling as he kept thinking about last week, when you told him to stay as friends specifically. He wasn't just sad because you destroyed his delusion about getting in a relationship with you but also because his ego was crushed.

Sunghoon was used to being called handsome and pretty, he was used to being everyone's crush and having a lot of people begging him for just one chance. He had tons of fans who would die for one date with him, for the smallest chance, but here you were, sending him straight to the friendzone and that was something that didn't just hurt his heart but also his pride.

“Sunghoon, are you going to stay here for the rest of the day?” Heeseung asked, moving his hand and giving a sign to the model to move his feet and let him sit. “What else do you want me to do? I'm feeling miserable,” Sunghoon shrugged as he looked at his best friend.

“Dude please, you can't stay the whole day in the fucking couch, get some fresh air or something,” Heeseung got up, grabbing his arm and trying to pull him out of the couch. “Heeseung, what the fuck? Leave me alone!” Sunghoon yelled, holding onto the couch as Heeseung kept pulling his arm but the younger one was definitely stronger and he wasn't moving, not even a centimeter.

“Get up! Sunghoon!” you heard your roommate yelling as you opened the front door, finding your roommates fighting. “What are you guys doing? The neighbours will complain again,” you rolled your eyes and stared at the boys, crossing your arms.

Sunghoon pulled his arm away from the oldest and sat up as he quickly replied “Nothing!” Due to the model's moves, Heeseung fell on the couch, “He didn't want to get up,” he mumbled as he sat behind his friend, hitting the back of his head playfully. Sunghoon turned around and hit his arm, “Stop it,” he said, grabbing Heeseung's hands as he tried to hit him back. You laughed at them and shook your head as you separated them, sitting down between them to avoid more fights.

“What happened?” you asked, looking at Sunghoon, the boy opened his mouth but he was interrupted by Heeseung, “someone broke his heart and now he's miserable, that's why he didn't want to get up.” Right after he finished the sentence, a cushion landed right on his face.

“Alright, first of all, stop acting like kids or I'll kick you out.” you started, grabbing the cushion and hugging it tight as you shifted, comfortably sitting. “Second, bet you'll find someone soon, no need to be sad, Hoon!” you comforted him, placing your hand on his shoulder as you smiled at him.

Sunghoon felt like dying, he didn't want to be with anyone else, he wanted to be with you and now you were treating him like a friend. He wanted to cry but he wouldn't do it in front of you, so he put on his best smile as he nodded, “You're right yn, thanks.”

“That's what I've been telling you the whole fucking week,” Heeseung sighed and shook his head, “now if you don't mind,” he got up and smiled at both of you, “I need you both to leave the house, I invited someone over and we'll be pretty loud.” Sunghoon and you groaned, getting up as you both got ready to head out to different places.

Friday.

That night the band had a great show, the crowd loved the new songs and that was something that needed to be celebrated. Around two AM everyone was drunk, except for Sunghoon who offered to be the designated driver for the night.

Sunghoon watched the drunk band laughing and having a good time, a smile appeared on the figure skater's face as he noticed how happy they were. As soon as they left the bar, they got on Sunghoon's car who'd make the first stop at the bassist and drummer's place but it didn't go as planned.

When Sunghoon stopped in a red light, Jake was looking through the window, in his drunk state he saw a park with lots of games for children so he hit Sunghoon's shoulder, startling him as the Australian boy told him to stop the car. “Jake, don't do that when I'm driving!” the boy screamed in a high-pitched tone, earning a laugh from the rest of the band.

“I want to go to the swings!!” Jake pouted as the others laughed. Sunghoon obliged and parked across the street, they all got out and messed around in the games.

They spent more than an hour there, running around and playing as much as they could but their favourite games were the swings and the slide. The model laughed as he watched Jake getting chased by Jay, after he accidentally kicked him when the bassist walked too close to the swings.

“Enjoying the view?” he heard your voice behind him and turned around with a goofy smile. “Yeah, it's quite fun to see Jay trying to murder Jake,” he leaned against the swing's pole next to you, “are you having fun?” You giggled at him as you kept swinging back and forth in a slow pace so you could still talk to the tall boy. “Yeah, this is pretty fun, you should try it,” he shook his head as you got up to grab his hand, pulling him closer.

“Come on, Hoonie, try it! I'll push you!” The pout decorating your face made his heart pound against his chest, making the boy curse in his head as he thought how cute you looked. “Alright! Just because you asked nicely,” he said, before sitting on the swing, letting you push him as you both laughed.

Their night continued, filled with laughs and drunk talk until it was time for the stars to disappear as the sun started to rise again. Sunghoon was now driving home with his sleepy roommates after dropping the two boys off. Heeseung left one of his playlists and Sunghoon moved his head to the beat of a Twenty one pilots song that he recognised as Tear in my heart, as he drove.

On a red light, he stopped, biting down on his lip as he waited, which gave him time to take a quick glance to the passenger's seat where you were sleeping. He smiled softly and chuckled as the slow part of the song started, “you gotta be kidding me” he whispered to himself as he continued his way to the apartment as soon as the light switched to green.

Monday.

Your Monday didn't start in the best way, you had to wake up too early that morning since you had an appointment with your doctor.

The appointment went well but the waiting room was full of mothers and fathers with their children, some of them were quiet but most of them were screaming or crying as the parents tried to calm them down or distract them. You left the building with a headache as you made your way to one of your favourite cafes.

Once you arrived at your destination, you wanted to cry as you saw that it was absolutely packed, all the tables were taken and you got a seat after waiting for 15 minutes outside. Even though you ate your favourite dish and had a coffee, the noise in the place just made your headache worse, so you had to go home quickly after finishing your food.

As soon as you got home, you went straight to your bedroom, not wanting to talk to anyone and leaving your roommates with a confused expression as they looked at each other and they both shrugged. After a three hour nap, you felt better but you were hungry. You got out of your bedroom, forgetting that you grabbed the smallest shorts and a top that you had since you wanted to be comfortable in your sleep.

Sunghoon was peacefully eating his lunch but he almost choked on his water as he saw you wearing the shortest pants and a shirt that ended up right under your boobs. He felt the blood running to his cheeks and ears as he tried to keep his eyes on his plate.

“Hey Hoon,” you greeted as you grabbed some food. The boy gulped as he looked up at you, “Hey YN, everything okay? Heeseung was worried about you.” In fact, Heeseung wasn't truly worried, he knew that sometimes you just needed some time for yourself, Sunghoon was the worried one. “Yeah, I just had a headache but it's gone now,” you replied, sitting down next to him as you started to eat.

“That's great…” The boy replied, grabbing his own plate and getting up to leave it in the dishwasher, “I gotta go, I have a photoshoot!” Sunghoon ran to the bathroom, leaving you completely puzzled. Little do you know that the model was actually trying to hide the tent in his pants since his mind wouldn't leave him alone as he remembered how good he made you feel in that kitchen.

Wednesday.

Sunghoon knew that today was gym day, he grabbed everything he needed and headed out to his new gym. The gym was nearby but it was late so he decided to take his car. He always went pretty late, it was very private and usually he was the only one there. Except for tonight, of course.

As soon as Sunghoon got into the place, ready to start with his workout, he saw a familiar figure running on the treadmill.

“Didn't know you worked out here,” he said, making you turn your head to look at him. “Hoon, what are you doing here?” you asked him as you stopped running and took a long sip of water. “Well, I came to work out, I've been coming here since I moved,” he explained as he walked towards the equipment.

“I've never seen you here, though” Sunghoon said as he grabbed a dumbbell, starting with his workout. You gulped, watching the way his biceps flexed every time he lifted the dumbbell as you started to exercise too.

“I always come here early but today I was quite busy and I lost track of time,” you mentioned, earning a nod from Sunghoon before you both kept working in silence.

His company was quite nice but you couldn't stop looking at him, feeling your panties getting a bit wet every time you heard his groans or saw him biting his lip as he tried his best. After a few minutes, you started to notice how Sunghoon glimpsed at you from time to time, sometimes he looked at you through the mirror, hoping that you wouldn't notice.

“You're gonna hurt yourself,” he said, walking towards you, “may I?” You gave him a green light with a nod. The boy placed his hands on your hips, his fingers grazed your core, making the boy blush as he apologized before fixing your posture.

“T-there, now you won't get hurt,” the boy stuttered, taking his hands away from you as he set his hand on the back of his neck. “Thanks Hoonie,” you mumbled, trying to follow his instructions but the tension was too strong.

You tried to keep working but you couldn't ignore the way that Sunghoon was looking at you, his eyes were locked on your ass and tits as he captured his lower lip between his teeth, hoping that you wouldn't notice his clothed dick getting hard every time he saw you doing a squat and begging that you were on top of him, with his cock buried deep inside you.

You stopped working and walked towards him, “Hoon, are you okay?” He stopped his exercise, looking down at you like a confused puppy, “Yeah, why are you asking?” Liar. Sunghoon knew very well that he wasn't fine at all, not when he had a boner and you were right in front of him. He didn't want you to think he was a pervert but he also wished that you dropped down to your knees and gave him the best head of his life again.

“Your face is too red, are you sure you're okay?” you asked worriedly, taking your hand to his forehead, trying to check his temperature and make sure that he wasn't running a fever. “Y-yeah, I'm fine,” he nodded, trying to think about something else as he avoided your gaze.

“Are you sure? I can take you home if you need to,” Take me to your bed and make me yours, he thought before shaking his head and clearing his throat. “I'm fine, don't worry," he nervously giggled, placing his hands on your wrists as he tried to put your hands away, “I'm okay, I promise.”

The model pulled your hands down but to his bad (or good) luck, your hand grazed the tent in his pants, making you instantly blush and gulp. “You're-” You whispered, watching the model bite down on his lip as he took his hands up to cover his face shyly.

“Sunghoon!” You heard him groan as you tried to pull his hands away from his handsome face. “Hoonie come on, stop,” the boy obliged, his eyes showing embarrassment as he started to apologize.

“I'm sorry, I need to go to the showers,” he tried to escape, running towards the men's bathroom and straight into the showers. You followed him, hating how wet you were after you confirmed that he was hard. “Sunghoon, let me help you,” your words were music to his ears, he never felt so lucky. “A-are you sure? Remember our conversation?” He wanted you but he also wanted to respect the boundaries that you set.

“Yes, I want to help you out, baby boy~” you cooed, taking one of your hands up to cup his cheek as the other traveled to his bicep. “Fucking hell, you look so good in those stupid shorts,” the model desperately said before crashing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss as his hands went down to your waist, massaging the soft flesh before he took them to your ass.

Sunghoon took advantage of the way you moaned and slid his tongue into your mouth, oh how he missed your taste. You followed his tongue as you both tried to dominate each other but neither of you wanted to lose the battle. The model kept massaging the soft flesh of your ass before taking one of his hands to the back of your thighs, his other hand spanking your ass cheek softly as a sign for you to jump. You obliged and he carried you as you both kept making out.

You suddenly felt cold as soon as your back hit one of the walls behind you, now Sunghoon was bucking his hips into your core, making you moan into his mouth. You pulled away from his lips as you kept moaning from the stimulation. The figure skater kissed down your jaw, reaching your neck and covering it with love bites and kisses as he kept grinding on you.

“H-Hoonie, please,” you whined, running your free hand through his soft locks as he marked you up. He let out a soft laugh, looking up at you with those pretty starry eyes, “what do you want baby girl?” he teased, leaving a soft peck on your lips.

“Just do something please, I need you,” the boy smirked at your words and nodded as he put you down for a second to discard your shorts and underwear. “Aw, look at this,” he faked a pout, “you got this wet from a little makeout, hm?” Sunghoon licked his lips before he took his gym shorts down along with his boxers, just enough to free his already hard cock.

He spat on his hand before spreading the spit on his shaft, lubricating his member as he started to jerk off. You whined at the image in front of you, Sunghoon already looked hot on a daily basis but seeing him jerking off as he stared at you in the bathroom of a gym, knowing that anyone could see you, made you feel dizzy and needy.

“Hoon, please, I want you so bad, love,” the pet name slipped out of your mouth just like that, you didn't even notice it but Sunghoon's heart did as the boy felt his heart racing. The model stopped his motions, pressing his forehead against yours as he whispered “You're gonna kill me one day, you know?”

He picked you up again with one hand as he aligned his cock with your entrance using his other hand. “Shit, you're already sucking me in baby girl,” he groaned, pushing his cock deeper inside you, “you feel so good.”

Sunghoon bit his lip as he lazily thrusted, not wanting to hurt you. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you moaned from the delicious stretch. “Sunghoon, baby, harder please,” you begged him as your vision got blurry from the tears.

“I don't want to hurt you baby girl,” he whispered and kissed your lips. “You won't, darling, please,” you leaned into his neck as you started to bite him, making him moan as his hips started to move on their own.

“Fuck baby, I'm gonna fuck you so good that you won't be able to walk back to the apartment,” those were his last words before he started to pound into you in a fast pace, making you moan louder as he groaned. Sunghoon kept one of his hands between your back and the wall, making sure that you weren't hurting your back as he kept pounding, picking up his pace sometimes to make you scream on his cock.

You dug your nails into the boy's back, making him grunt as his thrusts became deeper and harder. The model kissed you again but now the kiss was messy as you both couldn't stop moaning into each other's mouth.

After a few minutes, you pulled away from the kiss and accidentally looked down at your belly, letting out a gasp as you clenched your walls around his cock. “H-Hoonie, you're so fucking big, look,” the boy was slightly puzzled as he saw the bulge in your belly. He decided to thrust harder and deeper, confirming that it was actually his cock that was bulging on your stomach.

“Fuck, my angel is so tiny~” he cooed, “I wonder how'd you look when I fill you up with my cum,” his words made you whine as you felt your orgasm getting closer. “Yes please, want all of your load, Hoonie,” Sunghoon picked up his pace as you came undone, coating his cock with your juices as you hugged him tight.

His thrusts became sloppier as he kept pounding into you until he came, painting your walls white with his thick cum. Sunghoon groaned as he emptied his balls inside you, flopping his head on your shoulder as he tried to catch his breath.

“Fuck, I missed you so much,” he whispered in your ear, still in cloud nine from his release. “I missed you too, baby boy,” you replied, cupping one of his cheeks and pulling him into a soft kiss that made him feel like he was reaching heaven. After a long hug, with Sunghoon still buried inside you, he helped you to get cleaned.

Now you were in Sunghoon's car since you couldn't really walk after he fucked you again in the shower, using your body as a fleshlight. The only sound was the music from the radio, both of you were silent for a while as you didn't know exactly what to say.

“So..” the boy started, staring at the steering wheel, “now what?” You looked at him, nibbling on your bottom lip as you looked for the right words. “I don't know…” you whispered, “I mean… I'm confused.” Sunghoon gripped on the steering wheel before looking at you, “You're confused? Yn, you told me to stay as friends and now we fucked again… Twice!”

Sunghoon felt his heart pounding against his chest but this time he also felt nauseous since he didn't want you to send him to the friendzone again. “We cannot be friends and you know that,” he watched you gulp as you stood quiet, knowing that he was right.

“We can, we just… fucked at few times, that's all…” That's so stupid, you don't even believe that, you thought. “I've never missed someone as much as I missed you,” the boy confessed. “Hoon, I missed you too but… we should go home.” You cut him off, Sunghoon nodded as he started the car, trying to ease the situation with his usual dad jokes and trying to distract you.

Everything went perfectly fine since you spent the rest of the time laughing and talking about different things like nothing happened, except that your words stood in Sunghoon's mind for the rest of the day and that gave him even more hope that something with you could happen.

#//heavenly// #enhypen sunghoon smau #park sunghoon smau #sunghoon smau #park sunghoon au #sunghoon au #enhypen sunghoon au #park sunghoon smut #enhypen sunghoon smut #sunghoon hard hours #sunghoon hard thoughts #sunghoon smut #enhypen sunghoon x reader #park sunghoon x reader #sunghoon x reader

[amethystina]

If you had to put Yohan and Gaon in a parallel universe, what would it be? Bcs I've been thinking about how would they be in a zombie apocalypse scenario (it's definitely very angst)

I can think of several and my brain tends to let the ideas percolate at the back of my mind whether I want them to or not x'D So, at random, it'll present me with fully formed stories complete with a complex plot and everything that's been slowly pieced together while I wasn't looking.

Admittedly, I haven't thought of a Zombie AU, though, probably because I don't like the doom and gloom of it (she says while having written a 100k Zombie AU for another fandom where one of the main characters is a literal zombie x'D ).

ANYWAY. Here are some ideas that have been living in my brain rent-free for a while:

Soulmate AU:

While everybody believes in soulmates, not everyone is lucky enough to dream of their fated other half. Yo Han does, however. They start during his teenage years, as is customary, and he can't say he's surprised when it's Isaac's familiar face he sees. He's quite relieved, in all honesty, since he'd much rather have a platonic soulmate than a romantic one. It's less messy that way.

Fate proves him wrong the day Isaac dies in that godforsaken fire and Yo Han devotes the rest of his life to avenging his soulmate's death. That seems to be the only way to fill the void inside of him.

But then, just as Yo Han is getting ready to set his ten-year plan in motion, everything gets thrown on its head.

He meets Kim Ga On.

Suddenly, Yo Han isn't sure who he's seeing in his dreams. Is it Isaac or this young, idealistic judge — who Yo Han soon realises has been sent to spy on him? And, even if it is Kim Ga On he's dreaming about, does that truly change anything? Everything has already been set in motion and, soulmate or not, Yo Han wants revenge for what happened to his brother.

And what's to say that Kim Ga On — so brilliant and righteous — would even want Yo Han as his soulmate? His despise for Yo Han is evident so, clearly, fate must have made a mistake this time.

Someone that pure could never love a monster like him.

(Ga On dreams, too, and they're always the same. He never sees his soulmate's face, only roaring flames and a crumbling building. Ga On assumes that means his soulmate is dead. Why else would he find himself trapped inside that burning inferno every time he dreams? Surely he would have seen something else by then if the person was still alive?

Not once does it cross his mind that, maybe, his soulmate just needs to find a reason to start living again...)

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Black Knight AU:

Joining a group of rebel refugees wasn't so much a choice for Ga On as a necessity. He hates to see the suffering around him, people dying from lack of oxygen and food, their numbers dwindling by the day.

Ga On wants a better future for all of them and he'll fight tooth and nail to get it — even if that means tearing down the old world order and demanding a new one.

Fortunately for the rebels, they have someone on the inside helping them. Ga On has never met this person — known only as the Benefactor — but it's clear that he must be from the core district. Only someone at the very top would have the kind of power and influence that the Benefactor does, providing the rebels with information and supplies through the network of deliverymen and military personnel at his disposal. Ga On doesn't know why someone at the core district would want to bring down the very system that keeps him rich, but Ga On will take whatever help he can get.

And then — as if Ga On doesn't already have enough to deal with — things get complicated the day the rebels intercept what they think is a supply delivery but turns out to be a travel convoy. And the man at its centre is clearly from the core district judging by his pristine suit and flawless appearance. Usually, that would make him a valuable hostage, but there's something different about this man.

Not only does he not seem the least bit afraid to find himself in the midst of a group of armed refugee rebels, but he also fixates on Ga On in a way that's downright unsettling. Ga On doesn't understand why.

Nor does he understand why he keeps feeling an inexplicable and wholly inappropriate pull towards the man. Ga On knows absolutely nothing about him aside from the fact that he's clearly very rich, unnervingly intelligent and, as it soon turns out, incredibly dangerous. How can Ga On be attracted to someone so ruthless and selfish?

The only core district dweller Ga On feels even the slightest bit of respect for is the Benefactor and this Kang Yo Han is the polar opposite. Ga On shouldn't feel drawn to him.

And yet, against better knowledge, he does.

And it feels more like a question of when he'll succumb, rather than if.

(This story has everything! Rebels! Eating of the rich! Delicious identity porn! Explosions! Elijah calling Ga On literal trash that Yo Han dragged in from the gutter!

... it would probably also be pretty long so let's hope I don't succumb to the urge to write it)

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Historical Vampire AU:

After Ga On's parents die, he fully expects to end up on the streets and starve to death. Fortunately for him, a local scholar takes him on as an apprentice instead, teaching him how to read and write.

He feels incredibly indebted to Scholar Min and so, many years later, when Ga On is asked to accept a position as assistant to a rich but mysterious lord just outside the city, he of course does so. The position is a mere cover, however. In actuality, Ga On will be spying on Kang Yo Han in hopes of finding out if he's secretly supporting the uprising that's brewing in their region.

More than once, Scholar Min tells Ga On that he must be careful — that the mission is incredibly dangerous. But it's not until he actually arrives at Lord Kang's estate that Ga On understands why Scholar Min kept repeating all those dire warnings.

Not only is Kang Yo Han aloof and deeply unsettling — his gaze filled with something that could only be described as hunger whenever he looks at Ga On — but he doesn't seem to eat, rarely sleeps, and never ventures outside during the day. Only once darkness falls does he leave the estate and, sometimes, he doesn't return until just before dawn.

Before long, Ga On begins to wonder if Kang Yo Han isn't just involved in the uprising, but might also be the cause for the dead bodies that have been found strewn around the city the past couple of months.

And, somehow, Ga On has to find proof to support his theory — preferably without becoming a target himself.

(A.k.a. if you thought Ga On's neck kink in Who Holds the Devil was bad? Think again, bitches)

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Aside from these, there are also the two parallel universe stories I have already started: Gravitational Pull which is basically meant to be a series of one-shots that divert from the original canon by changing one small detail in each installment. And then The Devil's Due which is a Different First Meeting AU where they meet when Ga On is still a teenager and that throws everything out of order (because Yo Han accidentally kickstarts Ga On's gay awakening a lot sooner than usual and, after that, all bets are off)

So yeah. I could probably think of several more but let's stop here for now xD

(And don't ask me why I chose to write these ideas as if they're fanfic summaries because they definitely aren't fanfics yet)

#Amethystina Replies #Anonymous #Like for real tho #Give me a concept and twenty minutes and I can return to you with a fully fleshed-out plot #Because my brain works FAST when it's in that mood xD #I might not always chose to write it down though #Because coming up with the ideas is so much faster than actually writing them down #But these five (including Gravitational Pull and The Devil's Due) are the ones I cling to #Because some part of me kind of hopes to maybe be able to write them one day? #We'll see #I think the soulmates one would be the quickest #But also tricky because it's Yo Han's POV #(the only one from his POV actually) #Soooo yeah

[jedi-lothwolf]

Whump: The Musical Day 7: The Last Five Years (I will not lose because you can not win.")

Fandom: The Batch Batch

Warning: Cannon typical violence

Summary: When Hemlock invades Pabu, the batch has to fight for their lives as well as the lives of the citizens of the peaceful Island.

Ao3 link

  Today was supposed to be an ordinary day. When Hunter had woken up, he was dragged down to the beach by Omega and Deke. They wanted to show him that they had learned how to surf. Even if he wouldn't admit it, Hunter was proud of the clones for learning how to be children.

    Wrecker had forced Crosshair down to the beach as well. The warm sand and pleasant smell should help him to relax the man thought. So the three brothers sat on a red towel and started to talk. It wasn't much, but it was somewhere to start.

    Mox and Stak joined them shortly and started to work on a sand castle. Some clouds covered the sunny sky. But when Hunter looked up, they weren't clouds. Imperial vessels blocked the sun.

    This couldn't be happening. Pabu was supposed to be safe. It wasn't meant for invasions. So many of the people spent too long running just to have to up their whole lives again. Hunter looked back down.

    Looking at Crosshair, he spoke. "Get Omega and the boys to the ship. Be ready to leave. Call Echo and tell him we need help, immediately."

    In truth, Hunter knew why he chose Crosshair. With his hand, even if he hadn't told them yet, he knew that he'd be the one whose help they need the least. Now if he could still hit any mark, that could have been a different story.

    But there was more to that. Wrecker had a history with Pabu. He would protect it fiercely. The island was his home, the people were his family.

    As Deke rode a wave in, Hunter stood. The father ran out to two of his youngest that were in the water. "Go over to Crosshair" he told them. They nodded before Hunter went to Mox and Stak and pulled them up from the sand.

    "What's going on?" Mox asked. Nervousness was written all over his face.

    "The empire-"

    "We could tell" Stak interrupted.

    "Go with your siblings." It was the first time he had outright called their siblings to their faces. If it had been any other time, Hunter would have said more. For now, it would have to wait."

    As Hunter walked the other two over with the rest of the group, Omega started to talk. "We can help!"

    "I know, but it's you they want and the boys haven't finished their training. It's safer this way."

    "And someone needs to watch Cross." Wrecker tried to add some humor to the situation.

    Phee joined them on the beach, knowing that it was Clone Force 99 who had unfortunately brought the Empire to Pabu. Hunter walked over to her before she met the rest of the group. "Make sure Omega gets out of here. They want her and we wouldn't let her get taken again."

    "Okay." She looked past the Sargent, "come on kids, let's get you to safety!"

    Sighing, Crosshair grabbed Omega and picked her up. "Come on."

    "Put me down!" Omega fought Crosshair all the way up the beach.

    "Now what?" Wrecker asked.

    "We fight."

    At the Mauradur, Crosshair was quick to make the decision to leave. Batcher awoke from her nap and laid with Omega to help keep her calm. The boys mostly sat with her or talked to Crosshair as they left the atmosphere and headed to Coruscant to meet with Echo.

    As the days passed, the battle of Pabu seemed to be more and more helpless. Civilians were dying, some who had fought and some who had not.    

    When the bad batch had settled on Pabu, they taught Shep how to shoot. The mayor had agreed to ease their minds, never thinking he would need to use this new skill. Unfortunately it was only a matter of time. Lyana stayed near her father when she could. Mostly she was hidden with other children.

    When the invasion began, Hunter had suddenly become a Sargent again. It had been a long time since he played that role. Civilians who had fought in wars, civil or intergalactical, had taken up their old military rank. It was strange.

    The invasion had lasted days. Hemlock wouldn't give up until he found Omega, unaware she had been taken off world. Pabu was being torn apart, lives crumbled to the ground and while some knew why the empire had attacked, most didn't. For the people who did, they couldn't and wouldn't be mad at Clone Force 99 for trying to live peaceful lives and for trying to protect their daughter and little girl.

    It had been four days into the fighting when Hemlock showed his face. When Hunter met Hemlock for the second time, injured and tired, he knew meeting the scientist twice was three times too many.

    "Hello CT-9901, or should I say Hunter?" Hemlock spoke.

    Startled and out of breath, Hunter didn't answer. It had been so long since he heard his CT number, he had almost forgotten it. Still, he knew the malice behind it.

"This can all end, just give me the girl."

"Never." Hunter moved behind a counter. He sank to the floor for a moment.

"I figured as much. I truly am impressed that you are capable of forming such a bond with her. A parental role appears to come so easily to you."

The words made Hunter's skin crawl. Why would he be unable to form a bond with her? Omega was his daughter, nothing could change that. Was it because he was a clone? Was that why he was deemed unable to love a child, to have children he felt were his own?

"The safest option for your men and the civilians of this island, is to stop the fighting. You cannot win this battle, Sargent."

"I will not lose because you can not win."

Silents filled the room. They stood in a ruined kitchen. The checkered floors were stained with blood and glass. The cabinets had been torn open by both the empire and the citizens of Pabu. They needed food and they needed wood. The empire hadn't taken their time to bring out flame throwers to scorch the island and its people.

"You, won't win this." Hunter reinforced the idea. "You can't. I won't let you. " Pulling his knife from its sheath, he tried to find a clear shot at Hemlock.

The scientist couldn't win. In the end, he would round up every single citizen and kill them off. With Wrecker taking part in the fight, he needed his to be okay. With everything Tech had sacrificed to save them, they couldn't die here. Crosshair and his kids would be alone. It hurt knowing that Omega would blame herself for the slaughter of the people of Pabu. Echo would wish he arrived earlier and would blame himself for not being there to save them.

They needed saving. They couldn't do it alone. The Sargent only had one shot at killing Hemlock. Blood pooled under Hunter from his injuries. With broken ribs, multiple deep lacerations on his legs as well as his arms and one close to his neck, a few broken toes, and a large amount of bruising, the man was unsure how he had stayed alive this long. He could feel blood on the side of his face but he wasn't sure if it came from his left ear (since he couldn't hear from it) or from his head.

The vibro-knife shook in his hand. It almost felt foreign. Standing slowly, yet staying out of view, Hunter grabbed a piece of glass from behind the mahogany counter. Looking at it for a moment, he sighed. They couldn't afford to lose. Not anymore. Losing meant dying and for the first time in so long, Hunter had something to live for. His brothers and children and family he had made on Padu and his pets (Gonky included) all meant the world to him. No one else needed to die.

However, If he had to give all of that up to save them, to win the battle of Pabu, the battle for his family, he would.

Throwing the glass, Hunter hoped that it would distract Hemlock and his guards. When it did, the man stood fully and threw his knife. As soon as he saw it plunge deep into his skull, he felt a weight be lifted off of his chest. The weight was replaced with a bullet.

The tile cracked when he fell. There wasn't much Hunter could think about. The sound of ships overhead relieved Hunter. It had to be Echo. If not, the empire would take the island in a matter of hours.

Hunter's entire body hurt. The warm feeling of blood tangled with his hair. The glass had cut any exposed skin. The guards grabbed Hemlock's body and went to leave. Hunter listened to the footsteps as they faded. His mind was so foggy that evening and nothing made his sense. But Hemlock was dead. If that was Echo, which it had to be, Pabu would rebuild. The coppery smell of blood filled Hunter's nose.

Dying, Hunter tried to reach for his comm. Hitting it, the world started to fade. His hand rested on the communication device long enough for Echo to notice the soft noise of fire and gunshots that played over his headset. Then his hand slipped off the button and the comm channel went silent.

The man had never expected to wake up again. But when he saw a white roof, he knew something was different. Everything hurt too damn much for him to be dead. There was a steady, high pitched beeping that hurt his ears; or at least the one he could still hear out of.

Had they won? Was everyone safe? Where was his family, his kids?

"Hunter!" Omega yelled, answering one of his questions. "He's awake" she shook Echo awake.

"Hunter?" Echo grounded as he sat up. Then he pinched himself.

"You actually woke up." Crosshair stood up. "It's been a week."

"Leave him alone. He needed his beauty rest" Wrecker joked. The boys and Batcher sat in the corner of the room, still half asleep.

"Is everyone, okay?" Hunter finally said, struggling to speak.

"We're okay."

"Pa-Pabu."

"In shambles. We were about to leave to help with the rebuilding and attend a few funerals. We'll send you regards. They people were rooting for you." Echo told him.

"We're lucky you came in when you did. You saved us." Nudging Echo, Wrecker walked over to wake up the boys.

"Where-"

"Alderaan. Rex has some allies here. We couldn't help you on our own, the damage done to you, it was too extensive." Walking beside Hunter, Echo stood next to him.

"Dad!" Deke yelled, excited. He ran over to him and just about toppled Echo.

"You're actually alive" Stak added.

"Hey." Mox was the last to stand as he was trying to not disturb Batcher.

Hemlock's words about his parental instincts ran through Hunter's head. However, that didn't matter. He was their father. Just because he was a clone didn't mean he didn't form bonds with people he cared dearly for.

"We can stay for a little but Hunter needs to rest, we need to get back to Pabu." Walking to the door, Echo went to tell the nurses that Hunter had woken up.

Omega clung to Hunter's arm, determined to never let go. Crosshair and Wrecker sat at the end of the bed. Wrecker looked rough but that was to be expected.

"Tell me everything later" the Sargent whispered.

"We will." After a few hours, Echo decided it was time to go. Omega and Batcher stayed with Hunter while the rest left for Pabu. Knowing that Hemlock couldn't hurt her, made breathing just a little bit easier. So did knowing that most everyone he cared about was safe; though by now someone would have told him if Phee, Shep, or Lyana had died.

Everything would be okay. It had to be. Now that Hemlock was out of the way, maybe the batch could live a peaceful life. Even if Hunter knew they would end up in the fight, it was a nice thought. But the clone knew his place was fighting for peace. After all, if he wanted Omega and his boys to be safe, he needed to make a safer galaxy. And that was okay with him. If he needed to fight he would. For his children.

@whumpthemusical

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[mytalemyworld]

A little ranting and some of my thoughts about Yabani Episode 31...

Since finally I have time, I'm going to get some things off my chest. It'll be a long post, so here we go.

After having seen the writing of episode 28, I said to myself I shouldn't expect anything from this show, especially with the rating pressure it wouldn't get any better. Because the writers show they aren't competent enough to deal with that. I also said as long as it didn't affect my couple, I could ignore the rest and skip the other parts.

However I learned my lesson, if the show is going downhill, probably your couple is not safe either.

In some parts of ep 31 I rolled my eyes, in some parts I didn't understand the motives of some characters. They were trying so hard but it was neither logical nor touching. Especially some lines and some scenes didn't make any sense.

A conflict was needed between Alaz and Yaman, I can see that and of course it would be delicious if it was written well. So no problem for me. But what's this nonsense, excuse me? Serhan may be cruel, evil and a bastard, (and that's why Alaz still doesn't talk to him or expect anything from him and he's okay with going like this) however wanting your father out of your life is one thing, being okay with him dying is another thing.

Alaz: He's my dad, unfortunately and I can't change that, Mom. But is this what he should get in return? Did he deserve this? What are we supposed to do? Should we be happy? What do you want to hear from us?

I mean, if we're talking about the worst traumas, then Elif should get her punishment too, because the girl literally tortured Yaman & Asi and Alaz even though it was for "the greater good".

And these people who went to the hospital to be by their side, to give them comfort and support acted like Soysalan siblings shouldn't get angry because their father was a bad person. Then Yaman got involed in their argument and asked Alaz what his problem was.

I mean, what? How did all of these make sense? This was just plain stupid.

Poor girl found herself in the middle of their conflict.

I knew he wouldn't listen to reason. Not even Asi could calm him down, I was expecting this and wrote it before. He already fought his mom and his brother so when he came to the worst conclusion I didn't think it was out of character.

Alaz: So you're on his (Yaman's) side.

I could have understood this as well. Because even back then, while they were waiting for any good news about Çağla, Asi's first instinct was to prevent him from blaming himself although he was a bad brother to his twin sister. So I guessed he waited to see an unconditional support again, like her getting angry like himself and stopping the other people, not the other way around.

She actually wasn't on Yaman's side but he misunderstood her words.

So, yeah, even though he was acting irrational, I could understand that.

However this…was truly unacceptable.

I think there's a line that shouldn't be crossed while trying to prove you're right about something, especially the other party is someone you deeply care about.

To me, no matter how much angry he was, he would never say that line. Especially after Zafer plot. This guy was ready to die and kill for her, cared about her traumas and pain. You may say he was also behaving like this towards his twin at the beginning of the series, so he can do anything but I beg to differ. First of all I hated him for that matter as well and that happened at the beginning, a very long time ago. He's been through a lot. If he continues acting like he has no empathy, why are we watching this show?

And I know Asi didn't have bad intentions but in order to make him to say those words, they wrote illogical lines for her too.

So why did they write it anyway? Maybe it was for this scene to happen:

To show that she is compassionate and loves him so much despite how much he's fucked up.

Was it worth it? No. Because we already know that.

I think the director couldn't get rid of that line because of the messaging scene, however he could have shown Alaz regretted it later. But he did not.

So some directing and writing choices were really unnecessesary and disappointing.

You can especially tell this is true because after the hospital scene, Yaman said to Alaz how he wished he could have changed everything. I mean, from the beginning he could have seen what Alaz needed but no, he waited for an hour because the show should last 120 minutes.

What did the show benefit from this? Nothing. I mean, if it happened after he had learnt the truth, we could have said he did it because he tried to make her break up with him. But they didn't choose that way.

There were many good scenes but the rooftop scene literally killed my desire to talk about them.

Like this is probably one of my favorite scenes in the whole series.

Alaz: I hate being your son. You're like a nightmare. One can't get rid of you. No matter what I do, you somehow ruin my life again. I'm tired of listening you, your making up excuses, blaming others. I went crazy thinking that something would happen to you today. I forgot all of your crap. I said he was my father no matter what. I forgot everything you did. Don't worry, I will keep silent, I will stomach it again, because I have to. I have to because of your health state, because of your daughter who is scared that something may happen to you, because of Ece. I have to because I have no choice. But you know what the most painful thing is? I will never be able to look at Yaman's face again. I know you won't like hearing this but I really loved being Yaman's brother. But as usual you forcefully took away another thing I love from me. How can I look at my mom's face now? How can I look at Asi's face now? Serhan: If you keep talking like this to me, it will be my face you can never look at. Son- Alaz: Son…Yes, I am your son. This is what's the worst. I am the devil's son. This is my curse. You took away my last hope that I could be a good person. Endless thanks to you.

And this was good too.

Because you can literally pinpoint the moment he started dying inside. For the first time he wanted her to let him go and she said she couldn't do that.

He was always the one who couldn't let her go but this time she said his trademark lines. *fml*

The whole scene was written just like how I imagined. This was not ooc either. But it could have been more impactful if the rooftop scene hadn't happened.

I don't have any expectations right now, if they give me more beautiful scenes that make it look like they were in a delirious state while writing that scene I can try to forget it. However the first 30 episodes will always have a different place in my heart.

#yabani #asi x alaz #alaz soysalan