#but somehow I forgot about it until 2 weeks ago

[cryingaboutit1514]

The Confident Student Council President 🔞

Author's note: had this sitting in my drafts for about 2 weeks... giggling and twirling hair- this didnt come out exactly the way I want it but I guess I'll cope + ratio

Summary: your stupid ahh male friend asks you to get the shoulder pads (that he forgot) for football practice. however, you werent expecting the student council president to be inside, the man you've been crushing on for quite some time now...

Contains: x reader, Dom! Ver Vermillion, him being super demanding and sweet at the same time, this was inspired by his fucking shower stream (I WAS SCREAMING), theres a bit of plot, praise, smut yet again it's not even a surprise anymore

VER VERMILLION was something to admire. In class, he had a sense of authority to him, but never abused the power he was bestowed with. He was very gentle but stern, like an mature older brother. Ver had no problem putting someone in their place, and it put you in awe of him. You quietly watched him from afar. Noticed every tiny detail about him.

Ver's hands. They're so pretty, but with a single gesture, he could make the whole room silent.

Ver's voice. Calm and low, still somehow heard over the ruckus of the classroom. When he raised his voice in the slightest, everyone knew to shut up.

Ver's smile. He was constantly smiling. A soothing smile that put everyone at ease. He could easily charm anyone within a 10 feet radius with his smile alone.

Ver's face. Sometimes an expression of relief, of slight irritation, of slight happiness. You wondered what expression he'd make if you littered his face with kisses. then you quickly shook the idea out of your head, because it was highly unlikely of ever occurring.

Everyone knew who Ver Vermillion was. Hardly anyone knows you, never the less know of your existence. You were content with that, because you could never be someone near as popular as Ver. Besides, you weren't anything much, just another valedictorian who gets asked the answers to questions.

Speaking of which...

A classmate leans over to your desk, where you sit scrawling down notes. "Psst. Hey."

An internal sigh. "Yes?"

He glances at the teacher before looking back at you. "Do you have the answer to number four?"

"Yes. Right here." You point to your sheet and angle it to him, where he stares for a good moment and nods.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

Back to being ignored again. Not that you minded.

Your attention shifts back to the council president. He was nearly in every single class you had, which you were grateful for. It was nice to observe him. Not in a creepy way. Thatd be weird.

Ver speaks with a student to his left, a small smile on his face, eyes twinkling mysteriously. You pondered what went on that head of his. He had to deal with students almost all the time. How did he deal with it all? Especially the annoying ones. God, what a pain in the ass.

You didn't realize you were staring at Ver until he glances in your direction, eyes locking for a split second. Fear and embarrassment flash through your body as you jerk your head back down, as if you weren't awkwardly staring at the man not too long ago. This happened frequently, to your dismay. Always staring and always caught. No way to escape the council president.

Did he think you were a freak for doing so? maybe.

You didn't look up the rest of the class period.

With a swing of your bag, you hold the bag on one shoulder, adjusting the strap to your liking. You push in the chair and weave through the stream of people out the classroom. You were on your way to meet with a close friend of yours, the only person you considered a "friend" anyway.

He was doing his football practice today, which you usually always came to. You had nothing else better to do anyway. He contrasted your introverted side, him being such a people pleaser. It wasn't a surprise that others began to ship you two together. But you two were just friends. Nothing more. Besides, you had eyes on someone else. And your friend knew that. Constantly teasing about your red cheeks everytime you were in close proximity with Ver. Each time earned him a "shut up!" And a punch to the shoulder.

A small bzzt vibrates in your pocket. With another series of buzzes to go with it. You paw through the one hundred millions of things in your pockets before pulling out the desired object. Your screen lights up to reveal texts from... well speak of the devil.

Hey uh... ik ur on ur way to my practice, but could you get my shoulder pads for me?

I totally forgot abt them

Hurry up coach is gonna kill me

How the fuck did this kid forget one of the most important things of playing such a violent sport? Space cadet...

You respond with a quick "yea" before scurrying off towards the direction of the boys' locker room. You actually had to shove past a couple of people, which you hated to do because that's being an asshole, but you also didn't want your friend to get yelled at by his strict coach.

You halt at door, furtively searching around the place before just rushing inside. You don't need any speculation on your plate along with huge packets of work. Upon seeing no one, you sneak inside.

Now which locker has his stuff in it? You quickly tap out the question and send it. You look around frantically, the "delicious" scent of sweaty men in the air. God, they need some damn air freshener.

You open each locker and judge from the sport bag which one was his. He wasn't answering, causing the anxiety to rise steadily. You really didn't want to get caught in here.

Deciding to calm yourself, you pause and recollect your thoughts. Clearing your mind, your ears pick up the sound of running water. Confused, you approach the sound. Did one of them forget to turn off the faucet? But it sounded more of a shower on, and as you approached, steam exited out the doorway of which you presumed was the showers.

You scratch your head. Who would be in here? All the boys are already outside. Who the hell would be showering right now anyway? One of these football heads must've left the shower on.

You peek inside, squinting through the steam. That has to be some hot water. You peer through the some to see a lean figure under the shower head. The steam clears a bit and your eyes widen.

Rivulets of water roll down his skin, spiraling down from his chest, down his abs, to his thighs, down his sculpted calves. He raises his arms up to run his fingers through his hair, his back muscles rippling with the motion. His arms aren't extremely muscular, but you could tell he worked out. You only could see him from the back, as your gaze traveled further down, your face felt extremely hot and a hundred million thoughts went through your mind.

Ver Vermillion.

You were... spying on the student council president. in the shower.

Oh god. In the shower. He was so...

Fucking hot.

You skitter back, almost slipping on the tile and banging your head against the changing stalls. A hand pressed to your mouth to keep you from screeching. Emotional moment. very fucking emotional. Suppressing your urge to scream on the top of your lungs because oh my god? Thousand hundred question marks?

You hurry back to the locker area, ramming your shoulder hard into a locker after taking a turn too fast. You hiss in pain, rubbing your shoulder.

"Hello?" Ver's voice calls. You curse yourself. "Is someone there?"

Nope nope. You're Casper.

You run into the other hall of lockers as the sound of water slapping tile approaches. You cease breathing through your fingers, your heart like a jack rabbit in your chest. You press your back into the metal, wishing you could just melt into the locker.

"I know you're in here. I can feel the prescence of a soul."

Sheeeeesh... was there anyway of escaping this? you eye the only exit, the only one you entered through. If you sprinted, would he be able to make out your face? He'd probably wouldn't even recognize your back; you weren't anyone extremely memorable or anything.

"Don't even try to run. I'll catch you," Ver says, voice light. "Might as well show yourself."

You sigh, concluding the fact you could not escape unscathed. You edge closer towards the corner of the wall, peering over to look at Ver.

A hand clutching the towel around his waist, he watches you reveal yourself with a flash of surprise and was that recognition? before it was replaced with a stern look.

"Would you like to tell me what you're doing in the boys' locker room?" Ver questions, seemingly not minding the fact he was practically naked. Way too confident to be okay with the presence of a female in his midst. which was very attractive. But not the point.

Your cheeks burn. "...my friend, who is on the boys' football team, forgot his shoulder pads." You tried not to stare for too long.

You shift your weight from foot to foot as he raises a skeptical brow at you. "Why couldn't he get it himself?"

"He's already on the field," you answer lamely. "Plus his coach... is mean."

Ver walks and pauses in front of you, holding a hand up near your chest. You stare, confused. He seems to be studying something before closing his hand. "You aren't trying to be deceitful. However..."

"Yes?" You swallow, the heat becoming unbearable. You could feel the heat resonate off him. A throbbing ache between your legs cause you to squeeze your legs together.

Ver's eyes darken, the hand now cupping your chin. "I can feel your desire. for me."

Hellllloooooo?

Your breath catches, unusable to look away from his startling gaze. "Uh..."

"You've been watching me. You always seem to be looking out for me without knowing. That small box of mochi, my favorite... that was you, wasn't it? And the line of students trying to ask me questions were suddenly cut in half, stating that their questions were answered by someone else." Ver observes your facial expression and you can't help but break eye contact. "I see."

"I can explain?" You whisper quietly, your skin flaming at his touch.

"You can, and you will. You see, I've been watching you as well. I've caught on to you, so I decided to watch you. Always helping others, without wanting anything back. Willing to do anything to help me because..." Ver pauses. "Why?"

"Because..." you falter. Might as well spit it out, right? You gulp again. "Because..."

His eyes bore into you, and it wasn't helping. Maybe he didn't need to know after all?

"Why don't you show me?"

"...What?"

"Show me why."

You stare at the council president. What exactly was he asking? Then it clicked. Oh. But... you couldn't dare to-

Could you?

Just this once. Life is short, right? and he's so close...

You slowly rise onto your toes, closing the distance between you and Ver. Before your nose touches you stop suddenly, the anxiety and nervousness causing you to halt. What if this was a mistake? what if he didn't want to kiss you? what if this isn't what he meant at all? What if-

A small groan exits his lips as Ver grabs the back of your head and pulls you close until his mouth finds yours. Your eyes widen with a gasp and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth.

You whine softly, letting go of all the worries and throw your arms around him tightly. Ver groans once more, his hands gripping your hips as the hot make-out session continues, inappropriate wet sounds echoing through the room.

You stutter backwards and your back hits the locker and continue, tongues dancing together as Ver tugs on your shirt. You pull away, pulling the shirt over your head, and smash your lips against his once more.

Ver's hands roam all over your torso, sliding up your waist to your back, unclipping your bra but not removing it.

He breathes against your neck, "Is this what you want?"

"Yes," you reply, just as breathless.

"Are you sure?" Ver gazes into your eyes, searching for the affirmative.

You nod, leaning to his face to nip at his bottom lip.

He explodes.

Ver throws the bra away with a low growl, biting your neck and eliciting a quiet moan from you. You unbuckle your own pants, the pants dropping down to the floor as Ver sucks love bites all over your delicate skin. One hand fondling your breast, his thumb lightly skimming your tit and a stammered breath escapes you.

"Your tits are already hard," Ver notes, pinching one of them and making you squeal, flushing horribly. "I wonder if..."

A finger presses itself against your clothed cunt and you whimper, holding onto his shoulders tightly. Ver sighs, rubbing circles on your sensitive area.

"I can feel how soaking wet you are... this whole time, you wanted me this bad?" He chuckles quietly, enjoying the way your legs quiver in anticipation. "I'll show you how much I want you too."

His finger slides underneath your panties and meets your clit. You gasp, biting you lip as the council president works his magic on your wet pussy, his ministrations causing you to whimper. Ver kisses your neck, mumbling praises against your skin.

"You're doing such a good job..." Ver whispers, two fingers inside you now and you moan. He pumps the two in and out quickly, his long fingers almost kissing your g-spot and it makes it harder for you to hold yourself up. "Good girl..."

You whimper louder. "Please..."

"Please what, sweetheart?" Ver purrs, somehow increasing speed and your moans increase in volume. "Are you going to cum?"

You nod quickly, the ache growing tenfold. But then he stopped. You open your mouth to ask but when he rips your panties. You squeak in surprise as he hoists you up, your legs instinctively locking around his hips. Ver's towel audibly drops to the floor.

Ver's tip nudges against your hole. He looks at you. "May I?"

"Y-yes," you stammer, burying your face into his neck.

His tip nudges into you, entering completely and bottoms out, groaning. You moan loudly, your walls clenching around his hot cock. He filled you up completely and tears blur your vision slightly. Ver stretched you out deliciously, and he started to thrust in and out.

His nails dig into your hips as he slots his hips up against yours, grunting in your ear and leaving sloppy kisses all over you. Ver kisses you deeply, swallowing your noises as your juices stick between your bodies. You felt extremely warm all over.

His cock drags in and out your walls, pressing against the spot repeatedly. Pleasure racks your body. You rake your nails across his back, toes curled as the council president rams himself into you. The metal door groans against the movement.

"Shit..." Ver mumbles with a small groan. His dick throbs hard inside you as you clench around him. "I'm so close baby, s' close..."

A small whine as the only response you give as you squeeze your legs around him, the only indication of your incoming orgasm. He speeds up, panting hard.

"Cum with me, sweetheart, cum with me," he speaks in one breath.

You nod, lips parted as you lean your head back against the locked. "Yesyesyesyes-"

His seed ribbons inside as your own cum squirts all over his cock, a soft and drawn out moan in your hair as his hips stutter against you. Your legs limp as your chest rises up and down quickly, sweat shining on your skin. It felt awfully sticky down there, but you didn't mind one bit when Ver looked up at you with a soft and affectionate gaze.

He brushes the hair plastered to your forehead away and says softly, "you're so beautiful, you know that?"

"I..." You blush, leaning into his touch. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Let's clean you up." Still inside you, probably because the man didn't want to pull out just quite yet, he carries you to the showers to wash you up.

THE NEXT DAY...

Ver smiles at you from across the room and you wave, blushing hard. The both of you were officially dating after the... well. Burst of sudden confession you two did.

Your friend, however, was extremely awkward around you and Ver. He was constantly avoiding yours and the president's gaze for some odd reason. You have been meaning to ask him, so you lean close to him.

"Hey, you've been acting weird. What's up? Is it because I didn't get your shoulder pads and got in trouble?" You tease with a small smile.

The tips of his ears go red as he stares down at his desk. "About that..." he clears his throat. "I... did try to get them but..."

Realization hits you in the face like a brick wall. Your entire skin takes on a pink hue. "You-"

"Yeahhhh. I should've stayed put honestly..."

"Oh. My. god."

"Not that I care or anything. Go get some girl, I guess."

"Please shut up."

"Sounds like you two were getting into it pretty-"

You punch him. Hard. A yelp of pain satisfies you and Ver looks over at you two, startled. you smile sweetly.

Greatest two days of your life.

#nijisanji #nijisanji en #vtuber #nijien #nijisanji smut #nijisanji x reader #xsoleil smut #xsoleil x reader #xsoleil #ver vermillion smut #ver vermillion x reader #ver vermillion

[blue-and-grey-army]

- - C A R A M E L - - 2

2. Fuzzy

Genre: BTS, Idol AU, poly au, BTS x reader, OT7, OT7 x reader, Idol BTS, Dom BTS, sub reader, angst, fluff, eventual smut

Warnings: BTS x reader, very subby reader, innocent reader, power play, eventual smut, sexual and non sexual domination, a lot of skinship (but like lots) excessive pet names, sexism, anxiety, insecurities, possessive behavior, maybe BTS x BTS etc..

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“You can…what?” Namjoon kept pressing you, as his hold on your hair relaxed a tiny bit, enjoying the way your eyes were softly glazing over and your lips were slightly open. What a little treat you were.

“I…I can, sir” you whispered softly, completely relaxed and somehow comfortable with the way his grip remained grounding you. You almost forgot what were you nervous about. Why were you worrying so much, if they are all so nice and seemed to have this magic power over you?

You just wanted to obey. To follow each and every one of his words until he would tell you otherwise. You wanted for him to think you were good, to be proud of you. Was it his voice? Or the way he formulated his sentences?

The truth is the boys had been keeping their eyes on you ever since they met you that first time a couple weeks ago. Much discreetly, so you wouldn’t notice, but they were still there, spending way more time on the little cafeteria just watching your everyday routine. Namjoon and Hoseok had decided to wait, wanting to meet the little treat the boys were talking so much about in person. But the other were always there watching you work. The way you were so respectful and obedient, making sure you followed your managers orders perfectly, practically melting when you were given some approval or attention. It was as if you were craving for it. Always willing to please.

And the praise…

They could see right through you. How you would get all flustered and shy and when you were praised, but they could see how much you enjoyed it. How you were so terribly eager to do things right and get a gentle head pat from your nice coworker or the way she would coo at you when you were good. And the way you would melt, with a cute little blush decorating your face and a hazy look. Oh, you were so perfect for them, and you weren’t even aware of all the potential you had to be their cute little sub!

But they also noticed the way you would get so focused on your tasks that you would forget to eat. You had to be constantly reminded of your break times. Your hair would always fall out of place and you had to be redoing your messy bun many times through the day. They barely saw you seeping a tiny bit of water in a whole day.

And of course they couldn’t take that. Thats why you were here.

Namjoon’s firm stare softened at you as his lips curved into a smirk, as he chuckled softly and Jin had to hold a moan from escaping his lips. You were already addressing them by titles? Oh, you would truly be so fun…All the boys were completely entrapped looking at you and your reactions. They knew you liked the way Namjoon was practically manhandling you. How you were so so relaxed and calm, in comparison to when you entered the room. And the most observants of them could see how you were thighs were slightly clenched, showing you were actually as affected as them.

“I meant for you to say what were you able to do, but I guess that works too” Namjoon chuckled and left your hair, but kept a firm hold on your shoulder to make sure you didn’t forget his words and presence. And you were not planning on it. “Why don’t we sit, so we can talk more comfortably?”

You nodded softly as he started to guide you towards the big couch. You were about to lower your gaze, but stopped yourself immediately. You didn’t want him to be disappointed of you so soon! You held your head high, looking at the taller male, and before you could notice you were already sitting with him on your side. Jimin was quicker than the rest and, with a cocky smile, he sat beside you. Way closer than it would have remained professional, but you didn’t really care at this point. You were more worried about the seven pair of eyes that seemed too interested in you.

“Oh dear, what is this?” Jimin was now holding your hand, were there was a small bandage you had improvised that morning before your manager had came bearing the news.

“I-it’s nothing! I just got a small cut while I was…” you tried getting your hand away from his grip, in hopes to hide the ugly bandages that was stained with coffee, but his fingers only tightened around your wrist and your breathing hitched “I was…umm…I was…”

“You were what?” Taehyung’s deep voice sent chills down your spine, as your eyes moved to him, nervously. “What was so important for you to ruin that pretty skin of yours? Go on, answer”

Ruining your skin was his job…

“I was just slicing some chocolate and I cut through my nail, it’s not too bad…Mgh!” A moan went right out of your lips as Jimin started unwrapping the bandage and the pain surprised you.

The room froze all because of that small little sound that came out of you. Jungkook could feel the crotch of his pants tightening as hundreds of images started going across his mind. You, wearing some pretty lingerie that would be already ruined because of how wet he would make you with just his words and…he needed to stop before his wood was unbearable. And the other boys were in pretty similar situations. And you weren’t making things specially easier, because you started stuttering and apologizing nervously.

“What are you apologizing for, pretty? If it hurts, is normal for you to express yourself!” Jin’s hands were now resting on your thighs as he was kneeling in front of you, and he held the smile that started tucking his lips as he felt your muscles tense under his touch. “Keep going Jimin, we need to change that bandage as soon as possible. I would hate for your wound to get infected under our care…”

“That’s really not necessary! I can change it when I get home!” You tried to disuade him, also making your biggest effort to hide the way his hands on your legs were affecting you. They were resting on your mid thighs, palms hot even against the fabric of your pants, but something deep and warm inside your belly wanted them to go higher.

“Oh really? Do you have the right supplies for it on your home?” Yoongi asked you with a raised brow and his cat eyes staring at you almost made you faint, cheeks flushed.

“I…No, I don’t, b-but I have to go buy them anyway, since my landlord didn’t give me a first aid kit! I just keep forgetting…” you started rambling more to yourself than to them, but they heard you clearly, and they didn’t like it.

Jin’s hands gripped your thighs firmly, and you yelped. His hands only tightened at your reaction, and he manhandled you until your legs were open. Your eyes widened and you tried to free yourself and stop him, but his hands clasped your thighs in place, his eyes turning harder and staring at you so intensely you thought he was reading your mind. “Open them”

“B-but…”

“If I have to repeat myself, I swear you will regret being such a bad girl” his voice was a small whisper, but it made you want to drop to your knees for him “Now be good, and open your legs.”

You obeyed slowly, opening your legs for him. But your speed didn’t seem to satisfy him, because he pushed your legs open with a swift movement and got himself between them, only a few centimeters separating your faces. His hand got closer to your face, and his thumb freed your lip from your teeth. You didn’t even realize you were biting it, until his finger swiped softly against your flesh, pulling it softly with his nail.

Why did you want to suck it?

“What a pretty pair of lips you have, huh? Too pretty to have you chewing on them…” his words, his touch, it was all sending you into a cloud like state. You felt just so safe and warm.

So fuzzy…

“Pretty indeed…now, why don’t you just let Jiminnie take care of that wound while our Hyung keeps you distracted?” You barely register Hoseok’s voice, and they seem to notice it.

Were you already entering subspace? That idea made them happy.

“And you better not hide those sounds…it would not be good to keep the pain all bottled up, would it, cute thing?”

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Dripping in Gold | Chapter 2

synopsis: finding a job was never easy, and why even bother trying after you meet satoru gojo, a man with mysterious and exorbitant wealth, who wants nothing more than to spoil you with it? the only caveat to your little arrangement is that it can never, ever, become personal.

pairing: satoru gojo x f!reader

themes/content: non-curse modern au, sugar daddy gojo. language, smut. fingering (f receiving). 18+, MDNI

word count: 2.3k

a/n: my gojo brainrot is hitting this man is all i've been able to write about the past two weeks hELP somEBODY HELP MEE

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A week after your first date with Gojo, he randomly calls you while you’re in the middle of making lunch.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he purrs through the phone.

“Hi Gojo,” you respond flatly.

“Wow, I was hoping for a bit more excitement,” he chuckles, “especially since I have good news - your car is fixed!”

“Oh my god, thank you!” your tone softens as you remember you are actually grateful; he really did come through for you on this.

“Don’t thank me just yet - remember how you offered to repay me?” he asks slyly.

Of course. You knew he was too good to be true - he fixed your car, now you have to sleep with him. For a moment you nearly forgot the transactional nature of your relationship, and even though you had already decided you want to hook up with him, it still stings a bit.

“Well,” he continues in your silence, “in exchange for my generosity, how about you let me take you out for lunch today?”

You chortle in surprise. “Seriously, that’s all you want from me?” you ask incredulously.

“C’mon now, you’ve got to stop thinking so lowly of me, I’m actually quite the gentleman once you get to know me,” he laughs. “Anyways, I’ll meet you at your place in 15 minutes. Wear something cute for me, m’kay?”

He hangs up as you pull your phone away from your face. The smell of something burning hits your nose as you realize the grilled cheese you had been making was slowly frying to a crisp on the stove.

Well, good thing I’m going out for lunch.

Riffling through your closet, you search for something that would meet Gojo’s idea of “cute,” hurling jeans and leggings across your room. The closest thing you find is a plain white dress you got a few years ago that’s slightly stained, but you hope he won’t be able to tell. Again, it’s not like you’re made of cash, especially after you had to use what he sent you from your last date to cover rent and groceries.

Exactly 15 minutes later he pulls up outside in a different car than the one he let you borrow over the past week, this one a flashy red sports car with a logo you don’t recognize. He hops out to open the door for you and you take a seat on the cool leather, the tantalizing scent of his cologne hitting you as he returns to the driver’s side.

He looks over at you through round sunglasses, taking in your outfit. “With all due respect, what the hell are you wearing?” he teases.

“You told me to dress cute, this is the best I’ve got,” you explain, hands moving over your lap to try and cover your dress as embarrassment washes over you.

“No, no, this won’t work,” he tilts his head away from you. “Okay, we’re postponing lunch to go get you some actual clothes.” Before you can protest, he puts the car into drive and speeds out from the parking lot.

While he drives his hand idly finds its way back onto your thigh, a feeling you didn’t realize you had missed so much until you notice pressure building between your legs and nervousness in your stomach. Every so often you steal glances at him, his white hair somehow perfectly ruffled and blue eyes slightly shaded by his sunglasses. The white button-up shirt covering his torso looks freshly ironed yet hastily rolled up above his elbows, his plain black pants perfectly hugging his waist. He really is gorgeous, you think to yourself.

He eventually stops the car outside of a store you’ve never seen before, likely because it’s in a part of the city you could never afford to go to, until now. The exterior is unassuming, a simple brick facade and plainly lettered sign. Gojo gets out of the car first before opening your door, taking your hand in his as he leads you up the stairs and inside. The store itself is well-lit, with a faint scent of rosemary hanging in the air.

An attendant greets you without looking up until she finally glances over at the two of you. “M-Mr. Gojo!” she exclaims, surprise evident on her face. “I’m so sorry, we didn’t know you’d be in today, your tailor isn’t here-”

“No worries,” he cuts her off with a calm smile, “I’m actually not here for me.” He pulls you up next to him, a hand going around your waist as though it was second nature, and you feel the warmth of his body against yours. “She needs something cute.”

The still-flustered attendant nods. “Of course, I’ll take you back to your dressing room and grab a few things for her to try.” She gestures you both to follow as you walk to the back of the store, past racks of clothes that look straight out of a catalogue.

Who the hell is this guy? you think as you walk next to him. You are led to a curtained-off area with a deep purple rug and matching couches that surround a central mirror, additional racks of suits lining the remaining walls.

Glancing around you notice a small nameplate hanging by the entrance. ‘Satoru Gojo’ is embossed against the gold, light reflecting off it slightly.

“Satoru?” you question, reading it aloud.

“Mhm,” he hums as he sits down onto one of the couches, legs sprawling in front of him. “That’s my first name, but nobody really uses it. I mostly just go by Gojo.”

You plop down next to him, enjoying the feel of the velvet texture beneath you. “Well, do you prefer ‘Satoru’ or ‘Gojo’?”

“It depends,” he starts, putting his arm around you and pulling you closer to him. “If it’s a pretty girl like you saying it, I don’t really have a preference.” You blush as his face slowly gets closer to yours. “Although, I think ‘Satoru’ is probably a little easier to scream when I’m-”

His words suddenly cut off as the attendant walks back in, arms full of dresses. You’re grateful for the distraction that allows you to turn away, hoping he didn’t notice how red your face was getting or how fast you started breathing. Something about him makes you so nervous, like a kid with their first crush. You’re better than this, aren’t you?

With a huff, the attendant sets the dresses down in the middle of the room before hanging them up one by one on a nearby empty clothing rack. “I think I got your size right, but do let me know if you need anything tailored and I’d be happy to help. I’ll leave you two to it, let me know if there’s anything else I can get for you!” she waves, stepping out of the room.

Now alone with Gojo, you find yourself tense, heart fluttering in your chest as he traces his fingers along your jawline, landing on your chin to turn you back to face him. His eyes stare into yours as a smirk draws at the corners of his lips.

“So, you wanna give me a little show?” he whispers, so close you can feel his breath against your face. His eyes travel over your shoulder to the clothes rack behind you as he tilts his head, releasing his hold from you and leaning back. “After all, these aren’t going to try themselves on.”

Trying to steady your breathing, you stand up and attempt to ignore how shaky your hands are as they move to feel the clothes hanging up. The textures are almost impossibly soft, with colors from yellows to blues and reds, a rainbow of beauty in front of you. Glancing down at the price tag on one dress, your eyes widen.

“Gojo, these are like $2,000 each, I can’t-” you start, slightly panicked.

“Hush, this is my treat,” he says nonchalantly with a wave of his hand, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the couch. “Besides, getting to see you in these is worth all the money in the world.”

You blush again, a soft, “Okay,” leaving your lips as you pick out a dress from the rack.

Each one you pick up is more beautiful than the last as you work your way through the clothes. Gojo insists on helping you zip every single one up and has you twirl around, a smile permanently plastered on his face. He murmurs some version of “gorgeous,” “beautiful,” or “perfect” when he sees you in each dress, and truthfully, he makes you feel it. You find yourself giggling and practically skipping around the room as you dance around the man who’s making it all possible as he just watches you with joy in his eyes.

Finally, you near the end of the rack as you put on a flowy, off-the-shoulder dress that looks like the color of the sun. It hugs your body perfectly and you can’t help but stand in front of the mirror, spinning back and forth as it flares out around your waist.

All of a sudden, you feel the warmth of Gojo behind you as his hands wrap around your waist, his head settling in on top of your shoulder. He looks at you in the mirror, slowly taking in your beauty.

“This is the one,” he whispers into your ear. “Get all the others, I don’t care, but this is the one you’re leaving here in.” All you can do is grin and nod, your cheeks flushing at his words.

The two of you stand there for a moment, Gojo’s hair softly tickling the side of your face as his hands trace along your hips, moving down to run the hem of the dress through his fingers. He tilts his head down slightly to place his lips against your neck, softly kissing the space above your collarbone.

Instinctively, you lean your head back as your eyes close, taking in the feeling of his body against yours. Your hips press against his, the hands that rest against your thighs pulling you into him further. He bites softly against your skin, eliciting a moan from you as you raise one of your hands up to the back of his head, gently rubbing an undercut you didn’t know he had before you bring your fingers higher into his hair, loosely twirling the white locks through your palm.

One of his hands trails under your dress between your legs. He pauses momentarily, lifting his head away from your neck so his mouth hovers next to your ear. “Tell me what you want, princess,” he hums.

Eyes still closed, warmth begins to build in your stomach at his touch. The only thing you know in this moment is that you want him.

“You,” you whisper, “I want you, Satoru.”

Hearing you voice his name, a soft moan leaves his throat as his lips reattach to your neck, gently sucking your skin just enough to leave a small bruise. His fingers continue their path until they reach your clothed cunt, a breathy chuckle from Satoru telling you that you’ve soaked through your panties. His fingertips ghost over your folds, the gentle sensation making your hips slide forward, desperate for more.

“P-please,” you whine, moving back against his body as you suddenly feel his cock start pressing against your ass through his pants.

He slides your panties to the side and brushes his fingers over your clit, the roughness of his fingertips making you squirm from pleasure. His hips start grinding against yours, craving the friction your body provides.

Moving down slightly, he presses against your entrance before slowly sliding two fingers inside you. Fuck, it’s even better than what you imagined. You tilt your head back further and feel a moan start to leave your throat, when suddenly his lips are on yours. His tongue slides into your open mouth as the pace of his fingers picks up, curling inside you as he finds the spot that makes you shudder against him. You both forego air as you sloppily kiss one another, releasing a need within you that you didn’t know you held.

Satoru continues kneading his fingers inside you until the familiar tension begins to build in your stomach. Pulling away from his lips for a moment, you moan his name. “I-I’m close,” the words catching in your throat, eyes shut tightly from pleasure.

You hear him chuckle behind you. “Open your eyes, sweetheart,” he purs as his lips return to your neck. You do as he says, focusing your gaze in front of you, and your eyes meet his through the mirror. “I want you to see how pretty you’re about to look when you cum for me.”

At that he thrusts his slender fingers further into you, thumb hastily drawing circles over your clit as you watch yourself get closer to the edge. With one hand in his hair and the other grasping onto his wrist, you try to stabilize yourself as your knees begin to give out. His free arm wraps around your waist to hold you up as you begin to lose yourself, eyes threatening to close as you try to maintain your gaze ahead.

“That’s my girl,” he hums. His words are barely audible over your moans as you feel waves of pleasure crashing over you, the only sound leaving your mouth a broken cry of his name.

His movements finally slow as he pulls his fingers out of your sensitive cunt, never breaking eye contact with you through the mirror as he lifts them to his lips, opening his mouth to lick your sweet essence off them. Pausing for a moment, he admires you - your taste, your delicate hands clutching onto him, your flushed cheeks. He places a kiss on the side of your mouth as you try to ground yourself, knees still shaky underneath you and only able to remain standing thanks to his hold on you.

“So,” he smirks, his eyes lighting up as he looks at your pretty face in the mirror, “where should we get lunch?”

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Unbroken

Part 8

(previous part here, next part here)

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x You

Summary: You fall for Bradley more and more with every day that passes. Someone from your past shows up.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Smut, p in v, brief oral (m receiving), fooling around while driving (again), asshole ex-boyfriend, a sprinkle of violence, fluff, etc.

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Days turn into weeks and the weeks pass quickly. Soon the days get shorter as summer fades to fall. Your feelings for Bradley keep growing stronger with every moment spent together; which isn’t nearly as much as you’d like with your packed schedule and Bradley’s early mornings.

You’ve only been able to spend the night together once since the night of the rodeo with you being on-call and Bradley on the carrier training, so to say you’re excited for the long Thanksgiving weekend off is an understatement.

Charlie: You and Bradley want to go to Buck Wild tonight with us? There’s a band.

Emma: I suppose. You do realize it’s going to be a high school reunion, right? Everybody’s home for Thanksgiving and everybody goes out the night before. 🙄

Charlie: Perfect time to show off your hot boyfriend 😉

Emma: Oh. That’s true 😏 What time?

Charlie: 7ish.

Emma: Perfect. Just a heads up-I’m blaming you if I’m hungover tomorrow.

Charlie: That’s fine. Ruth loves me, you know it’ll somehow be Jake’s fault though, right?

Emma: Exactly 🙂

Charlie: Being the only child wasn’t always so bad.

You laugh and get back to work.

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“Hey sweetheart, sorry I’m late,” Bradley says, giving you a quick kiss before opening the door to the Bronco for you. “The last hop went longer than expected.”

“It’s okay, I was none too early, I just finished getting ready a few minutes ago,” you reply, pausing as you buckle in. “You know, we could just take my truck,” you smirk, unable to resist teasing him.

He scoffs, taking your seatbelt to finish buckling you in. “Nope. The Bronco is just fine. I still don’t get what you have against her.”

“It’s a Ford, Bradley,” you reply with disgust. “Back in the day, driving a Ford was a dealbreaker for me. You’re lucky I’ve gotten lenient in my old age.”

“I am pretty lucky,” he chuckles as he reaches for your hand to place a kiss on the back.

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The place is packed as expected but Jake and Charlie snagged a table in the corner.

“How’d you manage to get a table?” You ask over the noise once you make your way over, drinks waiting.

“Willie gave us a reserved one when I told him you were coming,” Jake responds with an eye roll as he hands you both a beer.

You catch Willie’s eye behind the bar and blow him a kiss, laughing when he catches it before placing it on his cheek.

“Must be terrible not being anyone’s favorite,” you tease, jabbing Jake with your elbow.

“Whatever,” he huffs. “I’m Charlie’s favorite,” he says as he puts his arms around her.

“Ehhhh…I don’t know about that. You were until your socks missed the hamper-hey! I’m kidding!” Charlie laughs when he tickles her sides.

“Drinking tonight?” You ask when you count four whiskey shots on the table.

“Yeah, the last pregnancy test was negative but I figured it would be since Jake was on the carrier this month when I was the most fertile, according to the app at least,” she replies as she pushes a shot glass over to you then Bradley. “I’m not worried though, it hasn’t even been 2 months. We’re also having a lot of fun trying.”

“Gross,” you blanch before clinking your glasses together. “Cheers.”

“You’ll get used to it,” Charlie tells Bradley when he sets his glass down, shuddering at that burn of the whiskey.

“Hope so,” he laughs.

“Almost forgot,” Jake says, producing a cowboy hat from the chair beside him and handing it to Bradley. “Gotta have one of these if you’re gonna live in Texas.”

“Thanks,” Bradley smiles, putting it on and turning to you. “What do ya think?”

“You look good,” you reply before leaning in. “Might steal it later.”

“Oh yeah?” He asks as heat flashes in his eyes.

You bite your lip as you nod. You both have been so desperate for one another that you haven’t tried many positions yet, always so eager to get him inside you. But with Bradley taking the lead you were getting more comfortable and confident.

Taking him for a ride in nothing but his new hat sounds like a great idea.

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Just as you’d expected, it’s like a reunion in the packed bar. Thankfully, you’re able to avoid a lot of the small talk when the music starts

Soon you’re feeling good; drinks are flowing and the band is playing songs everyone knows.

“I’m stealing Emma to pee!” Charlie yells to Bradley as she grabs your hand.

“Girls can’t pee alone,” you explain when he gives you both a puzzled look.

He looks to Jake who’s just as confused as he is but they just shrug before following you off the dance floor to head back to the table.

“Oh my gosh, Emma! Hi!”

“Hey Britt,” you say, turning around with a fake smile. “Go agreed, I’ll be there in a minute,” you tell a dancing Charlie.

You nod as the old frenemy prattles on, not letting you get a word in edgewise before she leaves you to find someone more interesting to talk to.

The men’s room door swings opens as you walk past and you bump into the person coming out

“Oops, sorr-“

“Hey Em,” the man interrupts and your blood runs at his voice.

“Chet,” you nod curtly as you move around him but he grabs your arm.

“Too good to say hi?” He says, pulling you close. Close enough to smell the whiskey on his breath.

He’s drunk, and he’s always been mean when he’s drunk.

“Yeah, Chet. I am. I’ve always been too good for you,” you spit, trying to pull your arm free.

But he’s stronger and he pushes you against the wall before crowding you against it.

“That’s rich,” he chuckles darkly, “weren’t good enough to keep our baby alive.”

Your eyes close as the weight of his words sink in. While it hurts, it doesn’t crush you like it would’ve in the past.

You’re healing.

Before you can respond, he’s on the ground, knocked out cold.

“Ow,” Charlie mutters with a grimace, shaking out the hand she just clocked Chet with.

“Holy shit, Char,” you gape at her.

“I’m sorry-he was in your face, and then he said that about you not-about the baby,” she stutters. “I just saw red. Are you okay?”

“I’m okay. Don’t be sorry, he deserved it,” you say, holding your arm out for her to take while she steps over his snoring body. “Let’s go before he wakes up.”

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“Tabs paid?” You ask when you reach the table.

Jake nods.

“Okay good. ‘Cause we have to go. Like right now,” Charlie says, turning for the door.

“Everything okay?” Bradley asks as he follows them out.

“Uh…,” you stall until you get outside in the fresh air, feeling like you can finally breathe. “Yeah, we’re okay.”

“What happened in there? You look like you saw a ghost,” Jake asks, leaning against the bumper of his truck.

“I ran into a girl I knew from high school on the way and told Charlie to go ahead while we talked for a minute. I was headed to the bathroom and ran into Chet as he was coming out,” you sigh. “He’s drunk and he started saying stupid shit-“

“It was awful. He said she wasn’t good enough to keep the baby alive,” Charlie says quietly, tears heavy in her voice.

“Oh Em,” Bradley says, wrapping you in his arms.

“He’s fucking dead,” Jake growls, rising to head back in, but you stop him.

“I’m okay. I promise. I know it’s not my fault. He’s drunk and gets off on hurting me,” you say. “He’s gonna be the one hurting tomorrow though.”

“I dunno, I might too,” Charlie laughs, looking down at her hand. “It’s not broken but it’s gonna hurt for a few days.”

Jake rushes to her side to check her hand out. “What the fuck happened?”

“I came out of the bathroom and heard the horrible things he was saying…the next thing I knew he was on the ground,” Charlie explains, as if she can’t believe it either. “I’ve never punched anyone before. I must’ve gotten got lucky and hit him in just the right spot in the jaw.”

“Well, you did something right. He was out cold,” you say, leaving Bradley’s arms to hug her. “Thank you.”

“I’d do it again in a heartbeat, Em. I love you,” she murmurs.

“I love you too,” you reply with a sniffle.

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“I’m sorry for tonight,” Bradley says on the way home after saying goodnight.

“Why are you sorry? It wasn’t your fault,” you reply.

“I know, I just feel bad that you had to see him and that he’s still trying to hurt you. I should’ve gone with you,” he sighs as he puts his hand on your knee.

“I’m glad you didn’t,” you say. “If you would’ve hit him, he would’ve pressed charges and you’d be in trouble. There’s no chance in hell he’s going to tell anyone he got knocked out by a woman; if he even remembers it in the morning,” you laugh. “I’m not gonna lie; what he said hurt. But it didn’t suffocate me like it would have in the past.”

You can tell he’s still beating himself up when he nods, so you reach over to pluck his hat off and place it on your head.

His lip quirks and his hand on your knee slides up your thigh. “Still wanna give me a ride tonight?”

“Mhmm,” you reply, placing your hand over his to guide him between your legs. Your head drops back with a sigh when he rubs over the seam of your jeans. “Been thinking about it all night.”

“Me too,” he admits. “Hell, I’ve been thinking about it since the last time we were there and you rode the bull.”

“When you hid to the bathroom ‘cause you got hard?” You tease breathily.

He nods, fingers still rubbing you through your pants. “You looked so good up there. Then the way you kissed me outside after? Fuck, I couldn’t think straight until I back to the hotel and finally jerked off in the shower.”

“God,” you sigh as you picture him. “That’s so hot.”

By the time he pulls into your driveway, you’re soaked.

Inside your bedroom, you help him out of his clothes first, nipping and sucking at the flesh you expose.

“W-wait,” He chokes, hands flying to your hair to pull you off when you suck on the head of his cock. “I’m too-I don’t wanna cum yet.”

You smile as you straighten up and gently push him onto the bed, keeping your eyes on his as you strip down to nothing but his hat.

You grab a condom and crawl over him, tipping the hat back to kiss him deeply, pulling back with a bite to his lip to tear open the condom.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he breathes as he watches you put it on.

“So are you,” you murmur as you line him up to your entrance.

You mean it too as you look down at him laid out beneath you; skin flushed, chest heaving, desire in his eyes.

The sounds of your harmonized pleasure fill the room as you sink down on him.

“You’re so big,” you whimper when he bottoms out.

“Doing so good, sweetheart,” he praises, bringing his hand between your legs to circle your clit while you take a second to adjust, grunting when you clench around him.

“Keep-keep going, I’m close,” you gasp when you feel your orgasm approaching rapidly.

His free hand reaches up to pinch a nipple and that little bite of pain pushes you over the edge with a surprised cry.

“Fuckkkkk,” he groans desperately, trying not to thrust his hips up, “you’re squeezing me so tight.”

He’s still trembling with restraint when you come to.

You plant your hands on his shoulders and begin to move your hips; tentative at first but quickly growing confident.

“Feels so good,” you whimper before you lean down for a filthy kiss, murmuring against his lips. “You’re so good, Bradley.”

His eyes close and his hips stutter at your words; he likes being praised too.

You bite your lip to not smile as you tuck that information away to use later.

You’re getting close and you can tell he is too by his breathy sounds and the way his fingers on your clit are getting sloppy.

The hat falls off your head and is quickly forgotten as you lean down to kiss him while your fingers trace over his chest as you toe the edge.

When your fingers find his nipples and pinch without warning, he groans shamelessly against your lips, filling the condom.

A satisfied moan leaves you when his release triggers yours and to shiver at the overstimulated whimper he lets out as you contract around him.

He presses a kiss to your hair as you recover on his chest.

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Not long after, you fall asleep to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat in the same position.

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A/N: Can you tell I hate Fords? 😂 Chet had it coming and I couldn’t resist letting Charlie bring the one to give it to him.

Also…I wrote the majority and edited this from 2 AM to 5 AM when I couldn’t sleep 🥴 so if something doesn’t make sense or there’s errors, let me know!

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DECEMBER PROMPTS 🧊 — 3. MICHAEL “MIKEY” BERZATTO

A/N: I want to attempt to make this a bit lighter but with the way the bear is set up? Happiness is a process. 🥂 Also this takes place BEFORE 7 fishes? Maybe a year or two prior, so thats probably six or seven years ago from now? The timeline isn’t overly important with this show so whatever your brain feels is cool with me! Also decided to do this in headcanon/note form this time around because things are definitely about to get hectic for me. Merry Christmas Eve or Happy Holidays to you all! 🫶🏽 hope its filled with nothing but greatness + all things that are lovely and not chaos.

PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE + I’m using: SCENARIO — 4.) Decorating the tree + DIALOGUE — 2.) “You know what they say, don’t eat yellow snow.”

<- read my previous December anthology prompt here.

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Michael Berzatto always loved cold weather and sure his birthday happened to always fall on a brutal cold day… he always put more effort into everyone else’s.

It’s something he’s always done and maybe it had to do with his childhood where most birthdays his own parents forgot about it, treating it as any other day because that’s simply how they viewed their own and wouldn’t even get him a card at least.

He grew up fast and pushed those terrible feelings as far down as they could go and focused on caring for everyone else.

Lucky for him, he had his younger siblings that always managed to put a smile on his face, showing him that they wouldn’t ever forget

and a shit eating grin would also appear thanks to his best friend Richie who always showed up with packs of beer and encouragement to head out to a strip joint but somehow Tiffany always figured out that plan!

a gallon of warmth poured into his chest when you would call him at midnight or the break of dawn, wanting to be the first to send him well wishes for another year.

You were always something special to Michael.

Which is why on the morning of November 15th, he showed up to your place, just to tell you later that you were going tree hunting while he went down to Chicagoland to get the rest of his hours in.

He heard how bummed out you were about your boyfriend not being in town (yet again) to go get a tree for the place you moved into back in July.

Michael didn’t particularly hate the guy but he also felt like he didnt care enough as much as he should with someone like you.

He was always elsewhere and Michael was just praying that he didn’t ask you to marry him and call it selfish but he didn’t see a glimmer in your eyes when you looked at the guy.

Michael felt like you two were just dating out of convenience—until you both found better, which YOU would but you didn’t seem to see that.

Which of course sparked arguments and the guy walked in on that argument, demanding to know what was going on and you didn’t want to escalate the situation so you sent a warning glance for Michael not to take it there.

He never listened.

A ban from the house was laughable to Michael because who tf did this guy think he was to tell him to stay away from his best friend’s house? He maybe “the man,” of the house but he wasn’t man enough to love you. You have to show you care in a relationship and put in the work and this guy wasn’t it. You were an after thought and that pissed Michael off.

and he didn’t give a shit if the guy was 6’6 and built like a linebacker, it was fair game in mike’s eyes! Michael would say what he felt and he was super protective over you—which you appreciated but not in that moment.

Before hands could ever go flying and out of the respect he has for you, he said his peace and left the home—since thats what you wanted…with the both of you not speaking for a week—which was painful.

And also painful to Richie’s ears because Mikey wouldn’t shut up about it!

You as a topic? Was never on the low.

“Are you finally gonna admit to the audience that you’re sweet on them, Mikey Boy!?” The amusement was clear in Richie’s piercing blues and Michael was tempted to smack it right off.

“Shut your mouth and get back to work, ya bastard!”

Michael knew the guy talked shit about him behind his back but regardless Michael was in your life WAAAY before this guy was even a factor! He wasn’t going anywhere,, unless you told him to but he hoped that never happened.

Your boyfriend didn’t like how you kept Michael around but he knew how to put on a mask too, being a FBI agent and all that, which means he was hardly around anyway so…that gave Michael more time with you in the end, which definitely made your boyfriend more irritated when he bothered to check in from work!

Michael found it funny that your boyfriend thought he was doing something by flying back to Indiana with you to spend (the controversial holiday) thanksgiving with your dad, step-mother, and half-siblings just to disappear again into his work as soon as the both of you returned to chicago.

While he was off on a case, Michael was there taking on the failed promises, which included: tree shopping.

Having a hybrid schedule, working as a publisher and just starting a meeting with a client, you were caught off guard the morning Michael greeted you on your front steps on HIS birthday.

He was all grins and barely in the appropriate wear for the approaching winter but fr! a hoe never gets cold you know? “You asked what i feel like doing for my birthday, right sweetheart? Spending it with you doll face and gettin’ us a tree, how’s that sound?”

You can can barely get any words out due to being on a call but a sweet smile that actually matched your eyes was enough confirmation—although it was on the tip of your tongue to argue, Michael took that to his advantage that you couldn’t in that moment.

Which didn’t mean you wouldn’t hammer him with texts a little later—but Michael sucked at texting so your attempts would probably go unseen anyway.

It was around six, you just got off thirty minutes ago and went to freshen up, ready to text Michael when he’s already at your door, keys in hand, shining teeth of a smile, your favorite sandwich in hand: a wrapped Porchetta, chicken parm, or a caprese sandwich (if you don’t eat meat) ready for you to eat on the go, since the farm closes at eight-thirty and the drives about thirty to forty-five minutes depending on the traffic…

Michael’s got terrible road rage and hates traffic but you’re not the best driver when the sky falls so you have no choice this evening but…he’s at ease with you on the passenger side.

He’s telling you entertaining stories as you eat and when you’re done, he’s asking for your review—although it’s your favorite sandwich so of course it’s going to be highly rated! but he just likes to hear you talk about the things you enjoy

he’s interested in your day since your work days are completely different and he’s not afraid to give his opinions if the author you’re working with sounds like an asshole.

Shopping with you can sometimes take forever but Michael doesn’t seem to mind. If you’re looking for the perfect tree, even if it’s ugly as hell, you’re gonna get the damn tree.

He’s used to artificial trees because the real one his family had after he just turned fifteen, his ma threw a lit cigarette at once, unbeknownst to the rest of the berzatto family, almost burning it to a crisp as she whipped around to yell at a seven year old Sugar about something, so his dad swore off “spending his hard earned money for Donna to ruin,” leaving Michael to stop looking forward to Christmas trees

Yet he was here on his birthday with you, happy to be here and help you find whatever you needed.

“What about that one?” You pointed at what would probably be the eighth one, if Michael thought to keep count.

He can’t help it—

He glances over his shoulders and scowls, “looks like uncle Lee, fucking balding in the middle.”

“Michael!”

“Wha? Am I wrong?! I’m just sayin, sweetheart…if you love that one, I’ll like it.” Michael raised his hands in surrender while you huffed, rolled your eyes and spun on your flats, diving in between a row of fully stocked trees.

Eventually you find a wide white spruce tree that the both you felt strongly about to bring back home

and the man is willing to throw his back out for you, getting it up your steep front steps, not allowing you to help him one bit, which is frustrating for you ofc.

Once positioned in your living room, just the way you want it, Michael wipes the back of his hand against his forehead dramatically.

“What would you like to drink?”

“I’m fine. Just gonna get some air, then when I get back we’ll discuss when you want to decorate it, yeah?”

You shake your head at Michael while he heads back to the front of the house through the screened in entrance before entering November’s air.

When he’s taking longer than expected, you go hunting for him just to flail around on some black ice after stepping down from the last step but manage to somewhat catch yourself on the railing.

Thankful for a bruise rather than a broken tailbone, you curse to yourself as the throbbing pain shoots down your femur.

And surely, Michael fucking berzatto appears from the shadows to assist you, “hey! whatcha doin’ down there?”

“I slipped on some stupid black ice…where were you?”

“You sure it wasn’t the yellow snow?”

“The what?” You exasperate as Michael guides you to your feet.

Michael points at the spot to the right of your front lawn and you scowl as he says, “you know what they say, don’t eat yellow snow!”

He laughs but stops short as you cut your eyes at him, “did you come out here to piss on my lawn when there’s two bathroom’s inside?”

Michael scoffs, “don’t go pointin’ fingers at me because you busted your ass. That ain’t my fault babe and you know I wouldn’t do that! I told you that was Richie’s drunk ass.”

Sighing you rub at your sore thigh, “I still owe him a kick in the ass for that.”

“Yeah you do,” Michael smirks as the both of you move to head back inside, “despite that, it was good house warming.”

You nod as you’re back inside the warmth of your new home and rest against the couch while Michael’s back to analyzing the tree you picked. “Hey, I’ve got you something.”

Michael shakes his head although a twitch of a grin is there,“I told you that you didn’t need to get me anything.”

“Shush,” you held up your hand at the man who raised his brows at you, “it’s nothing crazy but it’s in the fridge.”

He sighs at you but goes to your bright yellow kitchen nonetheless. Michael always gets caught up standing in your kitchen, just imagining all the meals he could get up to in here since it seems so bright and welcoming yet empty.

You were more of a breakfast person which is why he was always down to go to diners because of you, whereas he was more a lunch person because of his old man, hence why Chicagoland was a deli spot but Michael was okay with shifting his ways for you.

When he opens your fridge, he scans through it, easily picking up on what items belongs to your macho boyfriend and scoffs to himself before spotting a medium sized box tucked in the back of the fridge.

“Did you find it, Mikey?” You call out to your friend who latches onto the box, kneeing the fridge closed before making his way back into the living room.

He plops down on the couch next to you, eyeing you while you smile over at him patiently waiting.

“Here goes nothing,” Michael quietly says before pulling the top back to eye the mold of the zuccotto, “…you fucking didn’t.”

“I did,” you nod before explaining, “I thought about making one but I also didn’t want to disappoint you and then I remembered you’ve been wanting to try that bakery that’s here on my side of town, so I made a call and hope you like it.”

Michael swallows the lump in his throat at the gesture. He can’t remember the last time someone’s got him a cake but this wasn’t just some simple task. This was important because this means you listened.

You listened to how he told you that his nonna used to call him, “pumpkin bear,” because he was chunky and the shade of a Orange left in the sunlight fresh out the womb and that she made the best zuccotto he’s ever had and never tried anyone else’s since she’s passed.

Not even his ma could touch his nonna’s but he would never tell the woman that!

“The bakery’s a combined Italian-French place which they don’t really advertise until you’re actually inside but the little elderly lady who made it was the cutest thing and I thought you’d probably trust her.”

“I wanna kiss you on the mouth, you’re so good to me, you have no idea!” Michael pointed at you, voice thick with emotion.

This may seem small to any other but it really meant a lot and you could sense that as Michael gripped your hand to squeeze and press kisses to. “Happy birthday, Mikey.” You whisper.

Michael groans as he pinched the corners of his wet eyes for a moment, “I love you, you know?”

“I love you back,” you smile, “now can we try!?”

“Hell yeah we can but I get first bite this time.”

“I guess…it is your birthday after all.” You wink.

The taste test was so worth it, to the point Michael made it his mission to go meet the elderly woman down at her bakery during one of his breaks from the restaurant.

He shared kind words and got to know Giuseppina or “Josy,” up until the point they actually became friendly with Josy sending her husband Charles over to try what Chicagoland had to offer as well.

He had you to thank for that, reminding him of the good in his life, even what once was.

It isnt until the first week of December when Michael comes around again to decorate your tree.

“What the hell happened?” Michael quizzes you when he spots you with a brace taking up a huge portion of your thigh.

Guess that makes sense why you took so long to get the door.

You sigh, “hello to you too, Mike. Care to come in?”

“Yeah, yeah. Hi.” Michael greets, gripping your hip and pressing a kiss to your cheek before stepping into the too warm house.

You tell him you slipped again and that resulted into a bruised bone, which is less severe than a fracture and something you can heal at home with ice, and meds you wouldn’t be taking—so you’re just taking it easy.

“Why hasn’t inspector gadget put down any salt yet?” Michael commented as he shoved his thin jacket into the small closet tucked in the corner of the living room.

You have your oddly placed fireplace lit and boxes everywhere to dig through.

Sighing you plop back on the couch, “He’s busy but he brought up the decorations from the basement and I can do the salt myself.”

“Oh yeah? Why haven’t you?”

“…it’s cold.”

Michael fans his hands at you, “newsflash babe, we’re in Chicago not Kansas or wherever the hell he’s from and after we’re done tackling this tree, I’m gonna fix it.”

“Mikey—

“Did you hear what I said?”

The look he sent you with his dark eyes made you mold your lips together and cross your arms before you pushed off the couch to head over to a few of the boxes.

Michael does the honors of playing some Motown Christmas music on your tv to fill the tension, but he wouldn’t apologize for looking out for you.

The bare minimum when it comes to your boyfriend doesn’t impress him, not one bit and although you didn’t like and told Michael that you didn’t like him dragging your man, you couldn’t change Michael’s mind about him at all!

He was gonna hurt you and Michael was waiting for the asshole to just rip the band aid off or when you woke up and dumped him yourself.

Michael knew you had it in you and knew you deserved better than to just settle for what looks good on paper.

The smooth deep growl of Marvin Gaye singing, “I want to come home for Christmas,” (I heavily stand on the fact that Marvin Gaye is one of Michael’s favorite singers!) filled your home as the both of you went through the boxes, picking out your decor that brought all sorts of feelings to your frame.

You reminisced about what your life was and if your dad still had any of your old ornaments you made as a child, knowing your mother would have and what your life could be as you took your side of the tree, placing ornaments up as Michael hummed to the music.

The both of you worked in silence which wasn’t the usual although Michael was much louder than you, being quiet wasn’t the norm of your friendship.

And it wasn’t because of what Michael said to you, you weren’t that sensitive—it was you getting in your head about the holidays.

About your dad, step-mom, and siblings deciding not to speed Christmas with you like originally planned because they were going on a cruise and the possibility of your boyfriend traveling to freaking Europe around that time for work made you think about the upcoming loneliness

Yes you had another friend outside of Michael but it was just this odd feeling that you didn’t particularly want to define or gave much thought about until now…

“Hey, stop thinkin’ so hard and just be here with me, huh? Your favorite person on the planet.” Michael calls over the music, after catching you staring up at the length of the tree with one ornament still in your hand.

When your eyes meet his and that famous grin stretched over his features, you roll your eyes once you realized what he said, bringing you back into the spirit and moved around the living room in search of your stool.

Michael holds the stool until your comfortably on it before moving one hand to the small of your back to keep you stable.

When you glance back at him you state, “how do you know?”

“Know what?”

“You’re my favorite person when there’s a billion people in this place?”

“Ah, It’s all over your face! You know how they say heart on your sleeve? Well in your case, it’s on your face.” Michael comments as he holds your stare before you slowly get down to be face to face with him, “and don’t you worry, you’re mine too.” 🥹🥹🥹

You pat his jaw, “damn straight, baby. And don’t you forget it.”

“Never will,” Michael chuckles, “do I get to do the honors of putting up the star?”

You plop down on the couch, digging through what’s left in the box you were working on, “we don’t have a star.”

“…Run that by me again?” Michael turns to you.

You nod, “we wanted to do something…less traditional and it was between either a bow or what he went for…a stag.”

Michael eyes the topper and scowls as he reaches for the cream deer head, “im gonna keep my mouth shut on this one.”

“Thank you.”

“welcome.”

after awhile, Michael finds his way collapsed next to you eyeing the tree as the both of you sip at some cranberry punch you made the other day, eyeing some rosemary you had floating through it.

“It actually turned out pretty, no?” You ask, shoulder to shoulder with the bearded man.

Michael sips from the mason jar and savors the earthy tangy flavor, “best lookin’ tree I’ve ever seen!”

Resting your head against Michael’s shoulder you take in the scenery, feeling a little less alone as Michael’s lips peck your brow, reminding you that it’s best to hold onto what you have, rather than what you don’t. 

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read my final ~5 days of Xmas~ anthology prompt here.

#Spotify #queued #the bear #the bear season 2 #the bear s2 #the bear hulu #the bear fx #michael berzatto #Michael Mikey berzatto #Mikey berzatto #Michael berzatto x reader #Mikey berzatto x reader #december prompts #jon bernthal #donna berzatto #natalie berzatto #carmy berzatto #richie jerimovich #tiffany jerimovich

[queen--of--shadows]

Healing Shadows: Part 10

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Reader is a gifted surgical healer and water bender. Rhysand needs her help when he finds out about Feyre’s risky pregnancy. Azriel finds out reader is his mate.

Warnings: mentions of alcohol

Word Count: 2,032

Notes: I’m so sorry this took forever to get out! Life has been sooo hectic so I appreciate your patience and would love any feedback! I always look forward to your comments so please lmk what you think 🖤 part 11 will likely be the end! 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

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Part 10: Home

Azriel grabbed your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours as he led you downstairs and onto the balcony. Your heart pounded in your throat as the memory of your last time on this balcony with him hit you—your first flight just a few weeks ago, when you were convinced he and Elain were mates.

And now, he was taking you to the cabin. To see the stars.

He remembered… That night in the kitchen, when you confessed your love of the stars and the moon and the night to him.

Azriel slid a strong arm around your waist and the other under your knees as he lifted you effortlessly into the air. You were still in your pajamas and robe, but somehow it didn’t matter. You snuggled against his warm chest, the cold winter air nipping at your exposed ankles and wrists. His shadows enveloped you, creating a soft cocoon. You wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, and could’ve sworn he leaned back into your touch. “Let’s go,” he whispered against your hair.

And then you shot up into the dark, his glorious wings beating against the blackness.

With the rapid ascent, your heart dropped into your stomach, but your faith and trust in Azriel didn’t falter. His hard, muscled body was protective, assuring. He wouldn’t let you fall.

You didn’t realize how tightly you had shut your eyes out of instinct until he encouraged with a soft laugh, “Come on, open your eyes.”

You did, and marveled at the sight. Velaris twinkled far below you, and the stars above you. The city looked unreal from this height, and you wondered if he and his brothers never tired of the view. The Rainbow, the Sidra—every corner sparkled and shimmered and hummed with a subtle, pulsing energy. Soon, the city gave way to pitch black darkness, and you clutched tighter onto Azriel as he picked up the pace, soaring through the clear, empty sky toward the cabin.

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You flew together in silence, still tired and exhausted from training and battling earlier. You could’ve fallen asleep in his arms, but soon he was gently landing on the roof of the cabin.

“Okay, close your eyes,” he whispered, placing both hands over your eyes as he led you.

He halted you to a stop and pulled away. You almost whimpered at the loss of contact, the bitter cold quickly replacing his warmth.

But you forgot Azriel was even there as you opened your eyes.

You gasped as you took in the incredible sight: millions of stars twinkled like diamonds scattered across the black, velvety sky, sparkling so close you thought Azriel could fly up and pluck one out of the darkness. The crescent moon was low and gold, illuminating the fresh dust of snow around the cabin and the surrounding forest. It was perfectly still, quiet. You never knew the night sky could be even more beautiful than it was in Velaris, but this…You were in awe.

You turned back to face Azriel fully, his cheeks tinged pink from the cold, black hair ruffled from the flight. As beautiful as ever. “Thank you,” you breathed, not wanting to speak even a decibel louder in fear of disrupting the perfect backdrop. He smiled softly back, his hazel eyes smoldering despite the darkness. Behind him, soft pillows and blankets were arranged on the floor, and he motioned for you to take a seat. You were shivering even with the thick, plush throws, but couldn’t take your eyes off the sparkling galaxies above. Azriel slowly wrapped a massive wing around you, warmth radiating off him even in the freezing cold.

But you didn’t forget the reason he brought you out here.

You didn’t turn to him, didn’t meet his eyes when you flatly said, “Explain.”

Azriel’s attention snapped to you. He knew what you meant.

“I…I’m sorry. I know my actions have been misleading. Elain is not my mate. Nothing has ever transpired between us. I know she’s had feelings for me since I met her, but I never reciprocated. But I also never put a stop to her advances, either. Rhys asked me to keep the peace with her, especially after what he had to endure with Nesta. I know it wasn’t right, and I should’ve told Elain a long time ago that I wasn’t interested. And I’m sorry that it took me this long. But I promise, Y/N. I have never and will never have any feelings toward her, romantic or otherwise. I’m happy that she has Lucien and is headed to the Day Court. I hope she accepts him as her mate,” he trailed off.

And for some reason, you believed him. Every inch of you accepted his truth.

You let his words sink in, but didn’t offer any reply other than popping open the bottle of sparkling wine nestled next to your pillow, and taking a long swig before passing the bottle to Azriel.

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You sat together for some time, passing the bottle back and forth until the last drop, Azriel shielding you from the cold while you admired the stars and shared stories. You told him about your childhood in the human realms, growing up not knowing your father, and the loss of your mother. Azriel shared stories of his own past with his brothers, their antics at the very cabin you were now sitting on the roof of.

The thought of Elain didn’t cross your mind again.

“Do you want to head inside?” he asked quietly with a half-smile, moonlight glazing his smooth, iridescent wings. Hours could have passed. You had no concept of time as you both got lost in the stars and each other. It took all your effort to break your gaze away from the starry sight to nod at the Shadowsinger, wrapping your blanket around you as you followed him down into the cabin.

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“There’s clothes in the bedroom closet, feel free to grab whatever fits,” Azriel said, gesturing towards the room at the end of the hall before turning toward the kitchen.

The cabin was cozy, warm, old—but in a comfortable, familiar, worn-in way.

You rummaged through piles of clothes until you found a pair of soft leggings and a thin cotton top. The cabin was much warmer than the roof, likely due to the magic that kept the fireplace running and heating it to a cozy temperature.

You trotted back down the hallway that led into the living room, where Azriel was seated comfortably on the plush couch, two glasses and a bottle of red wine on the glass table next to him. His eyes darkened as he took you in.

“That’s my shirt.” His quiet, midnight voice sent sparks down your spine. Your tattoo felt like it was set on fire by his words.

You looked down at the black shirt, now understanding why it hung to your mid-thigh. “I thought it was one of Feyre’s tunics,” you said with a nonchalant shrug, but something deep in your core sparked at the look in his eyes. Azriel’s nostrils flared as he turned to the wine, popping off the cork with one easy motion, and pouring it out into the two stemless glasses. You took a seat on the opposite end of the couch, grabbing the wine from his hand. As he reached out his arm to you, the edge of a jagged wound flashed from underneath the cuff of his shirt.

“What happened?” you said, quickly grabbing his wrist with your free hand as you set the glass down on the floor.

“Nothing, it’s just a small cut. I had to deal with some… issues. At the camp, earlier this evening.” He didn’t move as you carefully peeled his shirt back, examining the jagged, open wound. “It hasn’t scabbed over yet,” you said under your breath, more to yourself than to him.

You dropped his wrist as you rushed to the kitchen and filled a bowl of lukewarm water, setting it on the ground next to your wine.

“You’re exhausted, Y/N. Please. Today’s practice took a toll on you. It’s okay, it’ll heal on its own,” Azriel said, concern lighting his eyes ablaze.

“It’s fine, really. I need to practice my healing, anyways,” you said, commanding the water in the bowl up effortlessly. You weren’t lying; the stream of water was nothing compared to the mass you were working with today. It followed your fingers and began to glow bright blue as you adjusted it above the wound, swishing it side to side over his open flesh.

And then the water turned black.

You were startled, but didn’t lose control of the water. Azriel looked shocked, his expression matching yours.

You leaned in to get a closer look, making out Azriel’s shadows swirling with the water until it became a midnight blue, glowing as you kept cleaning and healing the wound.

“They’ve never done that before…” Azriel whispered, studying his shadows closely. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why or how they’re doing this.”

You continued moving the water and shadows, now alternating between bright glowing blue and dark, obsidian black, until Azriel’s wound was barely a pink scar on his arm.

“It's okay, I don’t mind. They’re not disturbing me at all. In fact, I think they quickened the healing process,” you said with a smile, admiring his beautiful shadows as they retreated to their master, swirling lazily around his shoulders and arms.

He studied the remainder of his wound, running a thumb over the newly-healed flesh. “Thank you,” he said, moving imperceptibly closer to you on the couch. You nodded in response, polishing off the rest of your wine before pouring out another and topping off Azriel’s glass, his scarred hand waiting patiently for you.

You didn’t know if it was the wine or the proximity, but something in you gave you the courage to ask.

“What happened to your hands?”

Azriel went still, looking at you through his dark, thick lashes.

You reached for his arm, the one with the wound you had just healed, and wrapped your fingers around his. You wouldn’t back down. You weren’t afraid— not of him, not of his past.  

“I was bastard-born to a vicious father; forced to stay in his keep until I was eleven without any windows or light. He had two legitimate sons, both older than I, both cruel and spoiled. When I was eight, my brothers wanted to test how quickly my Illyrian healing gifts worked with oil… and fire.”

Your heart sank into your stomach. Rage bubbled in your veins, your blood, your bones. That dark, evil magic deep in your soul threatened to kill, burn, destroy.

“I’m sorry. That’s unbelievably cruel,” you whispered, running your thumb along the gnarled skin on the back of his hand, aware of the distance between you two yet unable to keep from inching closer to him, close enough that you could brush your lips against his. Azriel squeezed his fingers around yours. You couldn’t bring yourself to match his gaze, couldn’t bear to understand the depth of his pain. You didn’t regret asking, but were desperate to change the conversation, desperate to shove that rage back down.

“I didn’t know you were a daemati.”

Azriel furrowed his brows, and then a wave of panic washed over his face, disappearing instantly as he willed his expression back to neutrality.

“I’m not,” his voice was barely above a whisper, his breathing uneven. His shadows began swirling faster around his shoulders, down his arms and up yours. You cocked your head in confusion, waiting for him to elaborate.

“I heard your voice in my head this morning. During training, when Lucien had me tied up.”

Azriel slowly pulled away, out of your grip.

You weren’t hallucinating, right? You did hear him?

“Y/N, I…I have to tell you something. It’s why I brought you here.”

Your heartbeat quickened, pounding in your chest and into your throat. Your mouth went dry.

Azriel surveyed your expression, your cheeks rosy from the wine and the warmth of the fireplace.

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

Azriel went still as he whispered, “You’re my mate.”

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[dogtoling]

i forgot about this meme until literally earlier today but i do it every year so i wanted to do it now too even though im not done with art this year. but i will forget this again

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DODO'S SUMMARY OF ART 2023 I forgot about this meme until now despite doing this EVERY YEAR

January was cool and my New Years' resolution was to learn to do more backgrounds. It didn't happen

Looks like I was doing a lot of OC stuff in February or something

Literally what the fuck was I doing in March

Ok I should give myself more credit. I drew a background in April

May feels like it was 2 weeks ago and I did nothing

June is Art Fight prep month so I'm cutting myself some slack it's all refs

In July I did 69 Art Fight attacks. And like 12 Ask Oc answers somehow

I did an actual background in August. OMG! Then quit coloring for the rest of the year

Sorry guys I spent the whole September playing Minecraft

What do you mean October was two months ago I just drew this

Drew an abum cover in November after putting it off for ~5 months +

Drew one thing in December that wasn't a ref. Honestly what a miracle

OVERALL RATING: 3 out of 5 Stars

(It's like, Ok Scoob)

"Didn't draw anything" fuck off actual bullshit, I have 30+ pages of art on Toyhouse from THIS YEAR

Did a lot of fun OC stuff I'm happy with

I want to experiment with art more next year so art doesn't get stale

Didn't improve much but I don't care because I had fun

Did comics. Comics are good

Sufficient amounts of Minecraft were played this year

TO THE LEFT: I don't have an organic way to include my Minecraft model but I'm showing you ANYWAY !

BOTTOM RIGHT CORNER: I did a lot of not necessarily visual art related stuff this year. The amount of OC thought bordered on unhealthy

HERES TO 2024 !

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Thanks for reading.

#dodo art #summary of art

[eddiemunsonw]

Paint me red.

PART 1

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: You're one of Vickie's best friends. Her girlfriend, Robin, is in need of a distraction for her best friend, Steve Harrington, who you vaguely remember from school. Which is where you come in.

CW / Disclaimer: A bunch of cute stuff, just a nice feel good fic about our dear boy Steve.

Author’s note: It was time to write about Steve Harrington, so here it is. Four parts, can find them both on here and on my ao3: eddiemunsons. Enjoy!

Words: (of current chapter) 1432 / (complete fic) 13059

Thursday afternoon usually wasn’t one of the busiest times of the coffeeshop you worked at. Three regulars sat dispersed throughout the room. The tall auburn haired man working at the window always brought a stack of papers and seemed to be doing some type of research on a topic you had zero knowledge about. You had glanced over his shoulder before and didn’t even have a clue how you’d go about pronouncing it, so you never bothered to ask either. The other regular was a younger guy around your age. He had been two years below you at Hawkins High. Most of the time he brought a book, or he just listened to his Walkman as he scribbled in his sketchbook. The last regular sat at the bar, looking at your pretty foam creation of a cat that you had just given her. However, she wasn’t just a regular. She was also your friend, Vickie.

“Ohh that’s adorable! You’re getting so good at this, honestly,” Vickie exclaimed as she carefully turned the cup around on the saucer. Her eyes wandered back to you and you could tell she was dying to tell you something. She smiled awkwardly, which was a telltale sign of something peculiar spilling from her mouth soon.

“Okay, cute foam kitten aside, I have a favor to ask. I think. Maybe. I don’t know. Maybe I’m doing you a favor, depending how you look at it? Or, well…”

“Just, tell me, please?” you asked with an innocent smile that hid your impatience only a little bit. Vickie conceded and smiled.

“It’s kind of a long process thing, maybe. Again, it depends on—”

“Vic, spit it out already oh my god.” At this point you were starting to worry that she was about to ask you for something horrible.

“I need you to come with me to DGMG,” she glanced away shortly, only to meet your eyes again with a pleading look. Somehow it seemed important to her but you couldn’t help but frown, confused at what she was asking you.

“What?”

“Dark Glow Mania Games. See why I used an abbreviation? It’s a horrible name. It’s that glow in the dark game center, you know? The one I told you Robin started working at recently? Actually, ‘recently’ being two months ago. I really should’ve met up with you sooner, it’s been so long!” Vickie said apologetically. Her red hair bounced as she shook her head to emphasize how disappointed she was in herself.

“You were busy with girlfriend duties… and perks,” you shrugged, a smile laced on your lips. “It’s not like I’m obliged to know your girlfriend’s workplace within an estimated amount of time, Vic.”

“I know but still. I always ramble on on the phone and yet I forgot to mention it until… last week?” She seemed to wreck her brain over the details that were not at all important to you, as you were still curious why she even brought it all up in the first place.

“Something like that. Anyway, why is going to DGMG with you doing you a favor?”

Vickie smiled awkwardly and reluctantly sipped from her coffee, the foam cat slowly dissolving. After cleaning the foam off her upper lip with the tip of her tongue, she sighed.

“Because… that’s not all there’s to it.” When she didn’t elaborate you gave her a pointed look, urging her to go on.

“Right. Uhm, do you remember Steve Harrington?”

Do you remember Steve Harrington? Of course you remember Steve Harrington. The popular kid they called King Steve, Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington or Mr. Harringtongue, which had apparently to do with how skilled he was in pleasuring a lady. It was hard to not know about a guy like that. You wondered what happened to him. You had only transferred to Hawkins High in your third year, meaning you had only shared one year of hell with the guy because after that one, he graduated. You could vaguely recall having English together once and seeing him in the cafeteria every now and then but that was about it.

“Uh, yeah?”

“He works there too,” Vickie said, as if that would explain everything all of a sudden. Only barely, you managed to not roll your eyes at her.

“Okay?”

“According to Robin he needs more people his age around him. A girlfriend would be nice too, or a boyfriend if he’s into that but we only know total dweebs so that’s not going to work in our current plan. Not saying you should be his girlfriend or anything! But… Robin thought it might be nice since you’re cool, and he’s cool, and that way he won’t always stick out like a sore thumb when I hang out with her either,” Vickie watched your frown deepen as she spoke and she let out a nervous giggle, your gaze always being somewhat intimidating to her even though she knew you wouldn’t hurt a fly.

“You don’t even have to do anything! I mean, just, stick around, maybe say hi but that’s all. Maybe it’s enough to restart his heart and make more room for people other than Robin and a handful of others that aren’t around all that much.”

A quick break to serve a customer gave you some time to let her words sink in. Once you sent them on your way with a frappuccino and a matcha latte, you still hadn’t come up with an answer though.

“Sorry but, why does Steve Harrington need help with getting himself a friend or a girlfriend or whatever else? Wasn’t he like this popular dude? Handsome to the masses?”

Vickie gave you a side eye.

“You say that as if you’re not part of the masses. Steve is attractive, it’s a fact written in the stars, undeniable unless you’re blind.”

“If you weren’t with Robin I would’ve told you to hook up with him yourself,” you tell her flatly after a dramatic eye roll. “But you’re proving my point as to how ridiculous your request is.”

“I don’t know! Ask Robin! It was her idea after all, I’m just the messenger.”

“What’s in it for me?” you quipped, knowing that you would go with her regardless, but you couldn’t help but like a little bargaining.

“Free glow in the dark mini golf. Perks of the girlfriend. If you’re nice, I’ll pay for our drinks too,” Vickie promised with the sweetest, angelic smile that matched her pleading blue eyes.

“Now why didn’t you start with that, silly? I’m in.”

For a reason you didn’t know other than that Vickie had very convincing puppy dog eyes, you agreed to go. Only after you said it, you realized that you actually weren’t that much of a social creature at all and wondered if you had just agreed to the most awkward evening of your life. Vickie assured you that Robin and Steve would be working, so there wouldn’t be that much interaction anyway. It was a nice first step, she had said, giving away that this wasn’t just going to be a one time thing. Oh dear. All in all you could do with a fun evening if you were honest and you decided you would just ignore the whole plan. After all, Vic had said you didn’t have to do anything apart from the bare minimum which consisted of saying hi and looking at him while you did that, which shouldn’t be that hard.

Once Vickie left to meet up with Robin, you were left alone with your thoughts which drifted back to Steve Harrington all too easily. You tried to dig into your memories, to see what you really remembered of him yourself rather than hearsay. The latter went many ways in your last year. While some still called him the King, others said that he had become a total loser working dumb jobs and hanging out with ten year olds. You had expected him to get into some fancy school, with the power his last name seemed to hold. It was all just guessing work. In the end you knew very little about Steve Harrington. It had been three years since you graduated and you had been blissfully unaware of the town’s gossip since then. You would be lying if you said you weren’t the tiniest bit curious about him though. After all, Vickie had been right. He was a treat to look at. And after spending the rest of your afternoon thinking about a guy you hadn’t thought of in years, you found yourself strangely excited for Saturday.

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Blue Leather Book

This was from a prompt and I got that Steve does poetry on the brain today so I made a part 2. On today's menu we have a Steve POV with a side of Eddie panicking and a sprinkle of misocommunication (solved fairly quick i think) and sharing writing as a love language 4.7k word dump.

This one does stray away from the initial prompt which is why I made it the second part, but still.

Here is Pt. 1 and the full Ao3 link. Any and all comments and messages are apreciated, enjoyy

The notebook had come from a stupid idea to try to get a girl to like him.. 

One of his dates had mentioned how much they loved when guys wrote poetry and were ‘in tune with their feelings’ or whatever. It had started with that. They also started to work on poetry in English, and he started paying attention in class. He wrote some cheesy lines that rhymed, but had no feeling. Something his date told him when he showed her. 

The first time he wrote, really wrote in the notebook was the day his parents forgot his birthday. For the third time. When the words left the tip of the pen he didn't even get to enjoy it, only burst out crying. He felt gutted by his own words. He had never understood the phrase ‘pen is mightier than a sword’ until then. But that opened the beginning of something for him.

It was therapeutic putting his thoughts on paper. It made him feel open, like his thoughts were somehow more real when put in ink and paper. He wrote about his parents, his loneliness that he never quite filled. Insecurities and passions. Everything that came to mind. It really started to grow more when he met Nancy. When all those cheesy poems he read in class made sense. He never showed it to anybody. The moment he got close… Well, you know what happened. The world flipped upside down and he was left on unsteady ground with no gravity to hold him in place. 

He went through a really rough time, the only thing pulling him together was Nancy. And when that also ended, he was left afloat again. 

He found the notebook hidden away from when he drunkenly wrote a few lines when Nancy left. He opened it up and started writing again, and it was like a rope tied to his ankle. 

He wrote and wrote and wrote. He found love in it again. He found his voice, He found comfort and an escape and reassurance from it. So he kept it going.

He always left it on his nightstand, in a drawer behind other things but he could reach it with no hassle. Noone had thought to look there, and if they did, they didn't think anything of it. He wrote at night most times when he couldn't sleep. He sometimes climbed up to the roof from his window and sat there with the book until it was time to pick up Robin.

It never left his side for long, or his house. 

So now, he was panicking. 

He was pacing all over, his usually tidy room was disheveled. His thumb was red with the amount of stress biting he was doing. 

How could he lose it? Where could it have left it? He already searched the roof, the floor of his window, the forest, all his jeans and pants pockets, also the jackets. He looked in every nook and cranny of the house and his car. He was starting to go into full blown panic mode.

You see, these past few weeks he had been having… feelings… about someone. So the last things he had written were less monster-fighty and more Oh-no-I-have-feelings-again. Well, and a heap tone of other really personal things that anyone outside the party would have him sent to a mental facility. 

So now he’s here at four in the morning trying to figure out if he took it to Robin's house for their weekly spa and gossip day and if he could call about it with an incessant questioning about why he needs it back so bad.

And he loves Robin, he really does, but if she stole his notebook just because he was avoiding her incessant questioning about a certain metalhead… Her car rides were about to be cut short. 

What was he going to do if she found his last few poems and ramblings? She knew he was bi a while ago, but if she found out he was not only hiding he had a crush on someone, but that someone was Eddie Munson. She was going to kill him.

God, now he was thinking of Eddie. How, they could always talk about nothing and everything. How he feels more comfortable than he ever has just in his presence. Eddie and how he looks when he's concentrating, with his hair up, or just in general. How animated he gets when he figures out a twist in his campaign evil enough to put Vecna to shame. Eddie and him playing his guitar, how his lyrics remind him of poetry. Eddie and his antics. He would probably be all over the place if his notebook was lost. Eddie and-

Oh shit Eddie

Last Saturday Eddie had called him early in the morning when he was out on the roof with the notebook in his jeans. He must've forgot to put it away and took it with him to the trailer. He sprinted to the phone and dialed the phone number he had memorized long ago. It rang a few times before he remembered what time it was. 

He was about to slam it down on the receiver when he heard Wayns gruff voice from the other side. 

“Munson residence, Wayne speaking.”

Steve was going to hit his head on the wall. “Hey Wayne, sorry to wake you.”

“Caught me right before so no problem, what can I help you with?”

“Oh, um, is Eddie awake?”

He heard Wayne grumble about Eddie's unruly sleep schedule and him yelling out for him. A few seconds and some shuffling later Eddie's voice rang out from the phone's speaker. 

“Hey Stevie, what's up?”

Steve involuntarily smiled at his voice, then shook himself out of his daydream. 

“Hey, Eds, sorry for calling so late.”

“No problemo, I was stuck on some campaign things anyway so you’re actually saving me.” He chuckles softly and I try to bite back a smile. “So, what can I do for you?”

“Did you by chance find a small blue leather notebook in your room? Or anywhere really.I think I left it there? I can't really find it anywhere here and I’m retracing my steps and that's the last time I remember having it.” He chuckles nervously and waits a few seconds but is met with silence. 

—

“-ddie? You okay?”

Eddie shakes himself out of his head and tries to ignore the ringing in his ears that started the second he heard those words. The blue leather notebook. Steve's blue leather notebook. Jesus H Christ.

“Yeah, yeah Stevie. I’m here.”

“Could you look for it? If you want I could come over and help-”

“No, no. I have it.” He blurts out. He doesn't really want Steve here right now. Or he does but not right now. Or ever. Or- Shit Steve is still on the phone. “I know where it is.”

“Oh thank god, I did not want to call Robin's house, her parents hate me.” They laugh. “So, I could come by this afternoon? If that's okay with you.”

“Y-yeah. That's perfect Stevie. See you then.” 

He hangs up the phone before Steve can answer and slumps to the wall the phone is on. Then slides down until he’s sprawled out on the floor. Then, finally, he lets out a sound of a wounded dog mixed with a stressed Eddie.

“What’re you on about now boy?” Wayne draws out from where he's getting ready for bed. 

“It's Steve’s notebook.” he whines, not moving from the floor. 

“... Okay?”

“It's Steves. Notebook.”

Eddie can see the second Wayne chooses to sleep instead of paying attention to him. He whines again and when Wayne still ignores him, he rolls his eyes and gies to lay on the floor next to him. Eddie is a lot of things, but a quitter is not one of them. 

“He’s the writing genius who left his notebook here. The one that has been plaguing my mind for days. He’s the mystery writer that puts my and everyone else's writing to shame.” 

Wayne gruffs and rolls to his other side, facing away from Eddie. Eddie rolls his eyes and ups his dramatics for old times sake. He gets up loudly, whining about how he's not appreciated in this house, and goes to be unable to sleep for the next hours. 

 —

Steve goes for a run.

He usually does so it's not a surprise, but his reasons have shifted slightly. He usually does it to shake off the remains of a nightmare, to burn off the remains of fear and dread from his system. Fear and dread are still what he is trying to shake off, but not from a nightmare. 

He hopes Eddie didn't read his notebook. He really does. If he’s honest, he doesn't remember most of what he has written, all midnight fed deliriums he had to get out of his system. But he does  remember the newer additions he has made. Most of his annoyingly persistent crush on the metalhead. 

Like the rest, he doesn't remember what exactly they say, but he was never one to shy away from his feelings towards people. He thinks he remembers writing something about getting  on his knees for the guy.  

He blushes at that and hopes no one is around. Jesus he was hopeless. 

But can you blame him? Eddie was so… just… everything. He could fill journals of what his eyes and dimpled hands and goddamn presence made him feel.

He thought his feelings for Nancy were strong, but this was rivaling strong. The months he slowly got to know him in the hospital, mixed with his visits just to hang out, it is clear he never had a chance not to fall for him.

It was a lot simpler than he thought it was going to be like, falling for someone else. Eddie was just… Eddie. Not only him, but Wayne too had snaked into his heart and filled the gaping hole his parents had left. 

And now he didn't know where he stood with Eddie. 

He had sounded so… something on the phone. When Steve mentioned the notebook, he was met with dead silence for a good few seconds. He got that worried nagging in the back of his head that never leaves him since Vecna when his friends get quiet. If he's talking to someone and they zone out he has to school down panic attacks. And they are getting old. 

He was probably looking around the room for it, he did find it, so that's good. He would hate to lose what he has written. Even if he doesn't revisit them often, he does like to read back occasionally. Looking at his old thoughts made him smile and grimace at the same time. But it was like reading a poetry book made just for him, which it was but it was nice anyways. 

He grimaced at the old things he wrote for Nancy (now changing who they are meant for in his mind), and he always felt a deep kind of desperation and sadness for little him. He wishes he could go and talk to him, give him hope (another of the things he has written about).

He finally got back to the house and got himself some water. He didn't have anything to do today other than go to Eddies for it. So he went upstairs to take a shower and got in bed. 

He thought more of Eddie, a normal occurrence really. What if Eddie did read his notebook? He probably thought it was just something stupid, like some of his favorite teams and stuff. Eddie despised all that had to do with sports so there was no reason for him to look. Eddie was a snooper though. Could he have found his writings intriguing? Interesting?

He smiled at the thought. He knew Eddie wrote for his band, but maybe now that Eddie knew he liked to write, they could write together. Well, his old ones were not entirely great, he was just an angry kid writing his thoughts down. But maybe,

Maybe he read the new ones. The ones about him.

That worried Steve more than he cared to admit. His thoughts jumbled at that, what would Eddie think of them? Would he hate him? Would he think it was for someone else? That may not be possible because of the blatant things he wrote, but hey, who knew? He could play it off if he needed to. 

But… What if he didnt?

He blushed at that thought.

Look, he had eyes okay? Robin kept insisting that he was very obvious of his crush, but she has also made some non-hidden comments about how it may not be entirely unrequited. He knew he was attractive, and what things he could do to make that more so. And he had been doing that constantly with Eddie. And he can't deny it had worked to some degree, catching Eddie's eyes linger a bit longer than they should, looking at him as if he was something he wanted, something to be desired.

God, that thought made something light up inside him. 

Maybe this night could end better than he had hoped? Well, hope was hope after all, and he didn't know what Eddie was thinking at all times. Though he wished he did. Maybe Eddie's lyrics are his thoughts too? Maybe… Eddie wrote about him?

Now he was giggling like a schoolgirl. He needed to get it together, these thoughts were going to get him nowhere. 

He got up and walked around the room, a plan forming in his mind. His thoughts jubling so he went and got his backup notebook and started drawing up a game plan to sweep Eddie off his feet. After a thought dump, he finally had the semblance of a plan ready to go.

All he had to do now was go that afternoon to get his notebook back. He could deal with what could happen, right? 

What could go wrong?

—

He got there a little later than 3, he knew Eddie liked to sleep in so he gave him time. He brought some drinks he knew Eddie liked as a ‘thank you’. And maybe possibly an excuse to spend time with him. But that's neither here nor there. 

He walked up to the door and knocked. After a few seconds, Eddie opened the door and shoved the notebook in his face. Steve fumbled for the book for a second and before he could look up, Eddie had  closed the door in his face. 

“... Eddie?”

“Yep, thanks. Bye” He heard Eddie say, muffled by the door.

“... Is this a bad time?” He heard a soft groaning from behind the door. “I can leave if you want too.” He said quickly after. 

Eddie opened the door with a sort of smile and grimace. “Nope, all clear Stevie.” 

Steve finally was able to look at him. He looked nervous? “You good man?”

“Yep, yep, yeppers. Perfectly a-okay.” Eddie smiled more broadly, but Steve knew a fake smile when he saw one.

He just looked at Eddie with a quirked brow and Eddie relented, letting put a big breath. “Just… come in.” He moved away, motioning for Steve to come in. 

Moved forward, putting the notebook in his pocket. He remembered the drinks in his hand and motioned to them. “I brought you something as a thank you for the trouble.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, but a small smile fought his way onto his lips. “Of course you did.” He looked at the drinks and brightened. He made grabby hands and now it was Steve's turn to roll his eyes. He gave them to Eddie and followed him as he walked to the kitchen to put the drinks away. “You really didn't need to dude, just a notebook.” Eddie murmured.

Steve leaned forward, putting his elbows on the elevated kitchen nook. “Well yeah, but it's kind of important to me.” Eddie froze for a second, his body turned away from Steve. “Besides, maybe I just wanted to spend time with you.”

Eddie continued moving. He turned to face Steve, leaning his hip on the counter and God did he look hot.  He crossed his arms over his chest and smirked. “Is that so?”

Steve bit back a smile and shrugged. He moved up and walked to the other side of the counter where Eddie was. He leaned on it with Eddie, but he faced forward. Eddie's eyes followed him while he did so, and Eddie bit his lower lip, this made Steve brave. He looked forward, at the fridge, and started to speak. “So, what-”

“I read your notebook.” Eddie interrupts quickly. Steve guessed that much, he bit back a smile. 

“Oh?” he asked softly. But Eddie didn't answer. He looked at Eddie now. He had his eyes shut tightly closed, like he was nervous. Weird. 

When Eddie cracked one of his eyes open slightly, it was a bucket of cold water on him. 

Eddie looked, what, scared? Embarrassed? Shameful? Disgusted? Whatever it was, it was definitely not good. 

Steve shifted and looked down, his confidence down now. 

“What did you think?” He asked quietly.

“I'm so sorry Steve.” Eddie said, equally as quiet.

All the blood from Steve's face drains from his face. Now Eddie not wanting to talk to him at the door, reluctance to let him in, was all making sense. He felt lightheaded, a single thought attacking his mind. 

Eddie didn't want him. 

Eddie wanted him to leave. All those things he thought were flirtatious, the nervousness, it was all because he wanted him gone, not around.  Were his feelings such a curse that Eddie didn't even want him around anymore? Did what he write gross him out? Oh god, thinking about it now, it was definitely creepy. He knew he didn't deserve Eddie, too perfect for his own good, of course he didn't want him. Worst part, he was apologizing for not liking Steve back.

Tears pricked in his eyes. “I'm gonna go now.” He says, barely a whisper. 

“Stevie, I'm so sorry.” Eddie reached for his arm, but it hovered over his skin. Burning the air there. Steve wanted to get closer, feel his touch one last time, selfish for all Eddie was willing to give him. “I didn't mean to, It was an accident, and I just… I kept reading and-”

“Please stop.” He said, looking at the ceiling and willing the tears away. “Don't. It's fine.” He looked at the floor, anywhere than the dark brown eyes he wanted to drown in. “I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable.”

Eddie finally touched him, moving in front of him and touching his shoulder as well. “Steve, it's fine. I mean, it's bound to happen with how many times you faced death in the face.”

He choked out a humorless laugh. “The end of the world didn't make me feel this way.” 

Eddie looked more heartbroken with this confession and Steve wished they hadn't closed the Upside down for a second, just for the ground to swallow him right now. He0d take a demogorgon to this conversation currently.

“Stevie,” Eddie said softly, “Have you gone for help? Talk to anyone?”

Ok, what the fuck? He really read Eddie wrong. He looked at him with confusion and hurt. He pushed himself from the counter and walked to the living room. His emotions are still swirling around him.. “I- No? I mean, I talk to Robin but- what the fuck man?!”

“Im sorry Stevie-”

“You don't get to call me that right now.” 

“Steve, Please. Robin can’t help you with that.”

“Help? I don't need help.” 

“Steve-” 

“You know what, rejecting me is fine, but telling me something is wrong and I need help? That's low, Munson, even from you.”

Now it was Eddie’s turn to stay frozen, Hands up as if he was nearing a dangerous animal. Wow, alright. He didn't want to hear this, not now, he needed Robin, to talk maybe, to cry probably. He needed to leave. 

“Steve, wait! What are you talking about? What ‘rejecting’?”

He threw his head to the ceiling and turned around to face Eddie. Crossing his arms in front of him. “Look, it's fine, you’ve said enough. You didn't like what I wrote about you and I'm sorry for that. I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable. But if you’re gonna be a homophobe about it-”

“Steve, baby, I need you to go back three pages. What are you talking about?”

Oh so he was really going to play this? Fine “The last poems. You read them.” 

It wasn't a question but Eddie answered as it was. 

“I don't know, maybe? I stopped about halfway through the notebook.”

Now Steve was a little lost. Halfway? He was almost done with the book, he had been looking for others even. If he was halfway then that was…

Relaxation dawned over his face. “Oh shit. Oh fuck no.” He took out the book and shoved it into Eddie's hands. “Where did you read it?”

Eddie grabs the book while looking confused at Steve. He opened to the middle.

Oh this was worse than he thought. He groaned and went to the couch and buried his face in his hands. 

“Im, like, really lost right now.”

Steve started to laugh and looked to see Eddie still in the same position as before, looking at Steve like he was crazy. And fair to be honest. 

Steve motions for Eddie to come closer. When he did, he grabbed the book and eyes the poem. He scoffed at his younger self and his dramatics.

“You know why I wrote this? My parents were home for the first time in months and the first thing they did was complain what a mess the living room was. They made me clean it all up. It was after Hargrove bashed my head in and I had been staying on the couch because of my concussion.” He saw Eddie looking at him with a kind of sad/confused/smile. He looked back at his writing. “I was such a dramatic, Jesus.” He laughed softly. 

“But… You…”

“I know what it says and how it may look, and I won't lie, it was like that for a long time. So I did get some actual help, and I did get better.” He looked back at Eddie and smiled. 

Eddie let out a breath of relief. “Good. That's… good.”

They stayed quiet for a beat, just staring at each other. The concern on Eddie's face moved to relief. Steve bumped his shoulder with his. “Thank you though.” Eddie furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head in a way that reminded him of a puppy. “For caring, that is. Not many people do.”

Eddie scrunched his nose in anger as if he wanted to hurt everyone that dared to hurt him. He wanted to kiss it. “That's… wrong. It's wrong. You deserve so much care. All the care, even.” He said, waving his arms that got a smile out of Steve. His dramatics always did.

“In everyone's defense, no one has ever read this.”

That seemed to startle Eddie back from his plot of revenge.

“No one?” Steve shook his head and Eddie looked as if he just told him the most confusing thing in the world. “But-” Here it was “...It's so good.”

Steve burst out laughing, doubling over as Eddie kept protesting. “I'm serious Stevie! You have some truly good shit in there. Like actual good stuff. Scouts honor.” He looked up from where he had hid his face and looked at him from the side to see Eddie holding up three fingers in a fake salute. 

“I know for a fact you weren't a scout.” He says, shoving Eddie's hand away. “Wayne would have shown me the pictures.”

Now Eddie was laughing, a truly incredible sound. 

“The point still stands sweetheart. It was really good.”

Steve felt a blush spreading and he looked away. “It's really not. I don't even remember writing most of it, Insomnia makes me a new kind of man.”

Eddie nudged his knee with his. “Well, they were good rambles.” Steve looked back to see a fond smile on Eddie's face. He then smiled ridiculously. “As a master of the haunting hour writing, that was the best ones I have ever read.” 

Steve giggled and hid his face in Eddie's shoulder as he also shook with a small laughter. When it stopped a little suddenly, he moved back a little to see Eddie biting his lip in worry. The urge to kiss it came up but was ignored. 

“What?” He asked, moving back further.

“Well… I was just wondering… What exactly were you talking about before?”

Steve blushed immediately at his outburst. Ridiculous now, but there really was no use in hiding from the truth. He wanted Eddie to read his things, maybe that's why he left the book subconsciously, but he didn't want to be here when he read it. 

“Well… It's just… You got stuck in a really dark time of my writing. The new ones are… not that.”

Eddie tilted his head again. “Oh?”

He smiled. “It may or may not be little cheesy, crush-y ones.”

Eddie laughed again, a full laugh this time. The one that made his knees weak. He couldn't resist laughing a little again. 

“Oh I was waaaay off, wasn't I?”

“Only a smidge. But so was I.” They giggled for a second. “Would you- Like to read them?”

Eddie searched his face. Steve was nervous, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth and a steady blush still on his cheeks. But he wanted Eddie to read it. It was kind of all he could think about all morning. 

“Are you sure?”

He nodded his head. “I wouldn't offer something I didn't mean Ed’s.” 

Eddie smiled and took the book he offered timidly. He skipped forward until Steve stopped him. He looked away as Eddie read. Eddie didn't make any noise so he finally relented and found Eddie looking down at the writings with a slack jaw and eyes wide. Steve made to grab the book back but Eddie hugged close to his chest.

“Holy shit Stevie.” He said, grinning so big his dimples popped out. His face went from awe to a twinge of nervousness. “D-do you really feel this? About me?”

Words were now impossible so Steve fought his extremely red face and nodded.

Eddie moved fast. He dropped the book on his lap as he grabbed Steve's face in his hands and pushed him in for a breathtaking kiss. 

Steve liked to write, he thought he was good too, but no words he could ever have the ability to think of could ever be strung together in a way that could say how kissing Eddie Munson feels like. They pulled away after seconds, minutes, hours. Steve couldn't tell. Panting slightly and smiling until their faces hurt. 

Eddie's smile turned into a smirk and Steve rolled his eyes in fake annoyance as Eddie startet to poke his side. 

“So, devilish looks and curly hair are your thing.”

He groaned and his face in his hands. “Shut up.”

Eddie's grin became wilder. “Oh ho ho no baby. I'm gonna milk the hell out of this.” He looked back down. “Are you giving up your kingdom for little ol’ me?” He bats his eyes and Steve shoves his face again.

“Shut up” 

Eddie, in fact, did not shut up. They kept pushing and shoving and reading until one of them leaned in for a playful kiss. That led to another. Then another. Then another make out session. 

Now this is how Steve hoped the evening would go. 

They ended up going to Eddies bedroom, kissing and teasing and smiling the whole way through. Finally, months of pining endlessly fixed with simple revelations. When they were done, wrung out and tired, they layed there just basking in eachothers company. 

Steve layed his head on Eddies chest, tracing over the scars and tattoos. Eddie giggled above him and Steve looked up in question. He regretted it the second he did when he saw the mischievous look on Eddie's face. 

“So, how many Steve Munson’s am i gonna find written in the margins?”

Steve shoved a pillow into his face as the other man cackled.

The end <3

I did finish and post this at 4.30 am so I will not say much, might edit later idk. Lots of thoughts but cant verbalize them rn soooo bye :)

#steddie #eddie munson #stranger things #steve harrington #steve x eddie #wayne munson #miscommunication #getting together #i love these idiots #everything works out dw

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my 911 fics ranked by how much fun i had writing them

i have written 10 fics for 911 now (and i started writing my first one about a year ago!) so i thought it would be fun to look back on my experience writing each of them. If you want to do something similar with your experiences writing fics please tag me I’d love to see!

1. maybe love won’t let you down

Buck tells Eddie he’s in love with him. Eddie pines.

or, five times eddie watches buck leave, and the one time he goes after him

my first 911 fic ever. i was high on buddie fumes and rewatching 911 episodes everyday. 11/10 fic writing experience.

2. my heart’s a secret (tell me you’ll keep it)

Buck tells Chimney a secret. This proves to be a mistake.

went from concept to publishing this fic in under 24 hours. was briefly possessed by the spirit of howard “chimney” han. 10/10

3. making love to the flashes

Buck gets his picture taken. Eddie loses his mind.

wrote this purely on silly vibes and horny banter. this fic reinvigorated my love for writing fic. one point deduction because i thought it would be like 6k tops and it ended up being 11k 💀. 9/10

4. at every table i’ll save you a seat

Buck and Eddie are best friends. Why is that so difficult for everyone to understand?

Or, five times someone tells Buck he’s in love with Eddie and the one time he tells Eddie

outlined this fic in like 2 hours and had such a blast writing it. it is still one of my favorites for reasons i can’t explain. points off because i had to write a call. 8/10 

5. honey hold my hand, you like making me wait for it

Buck and Eddie spend a week on opposite shifts and then have very sappy sex about it

wrote the first half in a feverish flurry then got intimidated by writing Actual Smut and had to take a two month break. very fun overall but points off for having to figure out how to describe orgasms. 7/10

6. on my knees i think clearer

Eddie makes an unexpected confession during sex

wrote this one right after the 5b finale and i had fun with it! but it’s too short for me to have gotten all that invested. 7/10

7. all i know since yesterday

Eddie flirts. Buck worries.

parts of this were a blast to write. parts of it felt difficult to pull off. overall i would say it was a fun writing experience, but not the best. 6/10

8. with a bird at your door

Eddie starts spending all his time with Buck. Which would be fine if it weren't for the fact that Buck is in love with him.

i have no memory of writing this and i literally forgot about it until i discovered it in my fic folder like 3 months later. ??/10

9. things you don’t say reach me somehow anyway

Eddie tells the family he chose how much they mean to him. All of them except one.

this fic tried to murder me. half of it poured out of me in a joyful jumble and half of it was like an uphill climb. 4/10

10. i’ve got the feeling you’re the right thing after all

Buck tells Eddie about his decision. Eddie has some feelings about it.

at no point while writing this fic was i 100% happy with it. points because there is some dialogue i really like and this fic taught me why i don’t often write spec fic. 3/10

#sibyls words #911 fic #buddie fic

[elympios]

V pls tell me abt the crossdressing cd

SO THE CROSSDRESSING CD. (yes i'm a week late, school is exhausting)

Now. mind you. this is probably not canon. like 99% not canon. definitely not.

you can listen along here, which I highly recommend tbh. My recap is based on a now-deleted CN fansub by user shinro (I did try to check JP definitions in some places but definitely do not take me as a reasonable source and I did localise some things).

CW for the typical stuff you'd expect out of a forced crossdressing-and-getting-hit-on gag from a decade ago. also extremely one-sided parent/child flirting but neither party knows they're related.

okay so, the party (Ludger, Elle, Jude, Leia, Alvin, Rowen, Elize and Teepo) enter a new FD and find themselves in a locker room. They gradually deduce that they're in a women's locker room in Spirius, and are almost caught by two female employees, but Leia gets the guys to hide behind the door, and then lies to the employees that she's accompanying Elle and Elize for a Rieze Maxian goodwill visit, but they forgot Teepo and were coming back to grab him.

The employees fangirl a little over Teepo because Fractured Ludger in this dimension is a popular agent who wears a suit with a similar design to Teepo. Somehow, Fractured Ludger is still in debt in this world, so his nickname is "the Prince of debt". Prime Ludger is not happy about this.

Fractured Ludger normally doesn't visit the HQ, except for today. The employees start worrying about being able to meet him before the groupies get to him, and Elle leverages the party "knowing" Vera to keep them quiet about them being there. The employees leave them alone to go try and see Ludger.

Rowen figures that since Fractured Ludger is a celebrity here, Prime Ludger will naturally draw attention, and since they're in a women's locker room, which is conveniently empty bc all the female agents are off trying to meet with Ludger... obviously the only solution is to dress Ludger like a girl.

Jude and Alvin immediately abandon Ludger to his fate, while Leia and Elize are very happy to help Rowen.

leia: rowen, i finally found a makeup bag. rowen: thank you very much, leia. leia: i also found a wig and a sewing kit. rowen: that's perfect, place it here and we'll get started. ludger: can someone please stop rowen? elle! elle, you don't want to see me crossdress, right? elle: i... ludger: exactly, you don't want to see that happen! rowen, how about we find some other-- elle: i want pictures!

Short time skip, everyone is super impressed with Rowen and Leia and Elize's work. Ludger is too tired to argue.

(Ludger's outfit is described as a long pink dress and a white shawl, and a tied up wig. Elize also manicured his hands. You can see it in fan art 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. Yes I have these links saved.)

Anyway, Ludger now sufficiently disguised, the party leaves the locker room. Well not before Elle gets her pictures.

elle: let's take a picture! ludger, give me your ghs! ludger: you were serious?! elle: is that bad...? ludger: uh. ugh... fine. elle: yay! now to open the camera... *snap* elle: got it! and next... ludger: do you really need to keep taking pictures? elle: i want to make it your lockscreen! ludger: stop it! give it back! elle: no! if i give it back you're just going to delete it! until we get back to the prime dimension, i'll take care of your ghs! ludger: elle...

Ludger decides they need to get out of the Spirius building first to find the Catalyst.

elle: ludger! it's so rare to see you this pretty, you should sound the part too! alvin: she's right, you have to act like a proper lady. ludger: you should act like it's none of your business! elize: but, we put so much effort into our preparations... ludger: ugh. *falsetto* i understand. is that better? jude: ludger, look out! ludger: uh, i'm sorry-- niisa... julius: ah, pardon me. hm? you are... outside personnel, aren't you? this floor is forbidden to unauthorised staff. ludger: uh. that's right, my apologies, julius-san.

(obligatory fan art.)

Leia lies that they forgot something in the building. Julius says they should have asked the management for help, to which Rowen and Jude say someone did help them, but then they got lost after finding it.

julius: still, that's strange... and this young miss here seemed like she recognised me. ludger: but you're a famous agent! julius: famous? ludger: er... everyone says you're great! elize: and um, we really were only here to get my doll... teepo: there's nothing strange about that~ julius: that doll... but of course. whenever he comes to visit the company, there's always people trying to sneak in like this. ludger: um... julius: you must be fans of ludger, aren't you?

Elize denies it and Teepo says that Ludger is copying him, but Julius just tells them they don't need to deny it that strongly. Ludger begrudgingly agrees in his regular tone of voice, so Alvin covers up for him and pretends he said it 😂 Julius doesn't seem to believe him... but...

julius: never mind, after seeing the face of this beautiful young lady, i won't question you any further. ludger: what.

Actually, he'll take them all to the front door, and he'd like to talk to fem!Ludger specifically... Don't worry, he only wants to know fem!Ludger's feelings about his little brother, nothing else. It's an older brother thing.

While Ludger suffers in the background, Jude and Leia remark that Fractured Julius has the unexpected temperament of a sister-in-law. (And yes that gender is right, they say 小姑).

Alvin wonders if Julius has figured out this is Ludger crossdressing, but Julius casually talks about how he had told Fractured Ludger he could help with his debt, but that Fractured Ludger had insisted on taking care of it himself. Ludger continues suffering in the background.

Julius explains that the job Fractured Ludger got was testing out products in the Suprisingly-Super-Convenient-Goods room (it's a room in Spirius you can visit in-game). They have a tendency to explode.

Anyway, it turns out the reason why Fractured Ludger is super popular is because of one of the SSCG room's inventions, a suit that's meant to soothe people's nerves and let them do the best they can. Everyone who wears that suit, no matter the person, have become incredibly popular, Fractured Ludger included. Julius chalks up the party illegally trespassing in search of him to be the result of that suit.

So, he's kind of worried about the whole thing, since Fractured Ludger once ran away after getting his heart broken...

(Ludger is suffering in the foreground.)

They finally reach the ground floor, but Fractured Ludger's been grabbed by his fans and lost in the crowd. a young Spirius agent asks Julius for help. Julius explains the party are his guests and offers fem!Ludger the chance to meet Fractured Ludger. Prime Ludger understandably does not want to meet his own self he's supposedly crushing on, but Rowen and Leia cover for him by saying they just didn't know Ludger was that popular. Julius walks off to investigate the situation, leaving the young agent with the party.

julius: please, wait a moment here. i'll ask after checking out how things are going. employee: after? mr. julius, didn't you just agree to help-- and he's gone. elle: hey, oji-san! 20-something year old employee: "oji-san"... uh... what's up, kiddo? elle: are all the people here ludger's fans? employee: yep. elle: ludger's amazing...

The nameless not-ojisan agent dives into the crowd to help fish Fractured Ludger out, and immediately disappears into the crowd of fangirls.

The party catch sight of a purple aura in the crowd, and wonder at the sheer power of the Teepo-patterned suit... Then Jude asks if they're not just seeing the glow of a Divergence Catalyst?

ludger: the famous me is a divergence catalyst...  which means the future me could never be popular... elle: isn't this ludger only popular because of the suit? ludger: in other words, there's no way for me to be popular on my own merits.

Julius returns, and offers the back door of the building as a way for them to escape the crowd, and besides, fem!Ludger still wants to meet Fractured Ludger, right? Ludger says it feels different seeing how popular Fractured Ludger is, but Julius assures him it's just the effect of the suit, and it's a better effect than Ludger blowing up.

julius: ah, be careful not to walk into someone. ludger: what-- [ludger walks into someone] bisley: ah, pardon me. ludger: ah, no, i should be the one-- uh. jude: mr. bisley... julius: mr. president. what are you doing here?

It's Bisley, who's here to see the results of the SCCG's invention. Bisley asks who the party are, and Julius says they're his guests. Bisley wonders why it seems like they recognised him... Julius says it'd be odd if they didn't, considering he's the CEO. Bisley is still a bit suspicious... but...

bisley: never mind, after seeing the face of this beautiful young lady, i won't question you any further. jude: beautiful... alvin: ...young lady-- ludger: huh. you--you mean me? bisley: indeed. if you don't mind, allow me to guide you out of the building instead of julius. ludger: n... no, i wouldn't dare trouble the president of the company to act as a guide. bisley: don't be so courteous, i'd like to know more about you. ludger: *suffering* julius: please, stop it, you're confusing her. bisley: you truly are a most elegant young lady. ludger: no, i uh... actually i was interested in ludger...

(obligatory fanart)

The young not-ojisan agent from earlier finally retrieves Fractured Ludger from the crowd, and balks a little at the presence of the CEO. The party ascertains for sure that the suit is the Divergence Catalyst, so Rowen sets up a distraction by pretending to feel faint, and he and Jude and Alvin retreat to another room.

Fractured Ludger asks what the party were saying about his suit, and explains that he wants to change the design. Teepo objects that he can't change the pattern, so Fractured Ludger figures he'll just change the colour then, then asks what the party are there for. Leia says they're here to see the Prince.

fractured ludger: they call me the prince but it's "the prince of debt". it's not really a nice nickname to hear. and this beautiful young lady is...? ludger: huh. me? fractured ludger: have we met before? ludger: maybe... every day in front of the mirror. fractured ludger: hm? i'm sorry, i didn't hear what you just said. ludger: i was just saying you have the wrong impression, i'm from rieze maxia after all. bisley: rieze maxia, you say? then you must be a part of the goodwill delegation? ludger: y-yes! bisley: i had no idea, if i had known a lady like you would be attending the goodwill party, i would have certainly gone myself. ludger: mr. president, you flatter me-- bisley: it's no flattery ludger: *suffering* (how much longer do you guys need, save me already!)

The fire alarm goes off. They speculate something exploded in the SSCG room. Bisley takes Julius to meet with security (I think) to evacuate the crowd, and instructs Fractured Ludger to evacuate the employees. Prime Ludger offers to take the suit off of Fractured Ludger so its powers won't interfere with the evacuation. Fractured Ludger relents, and also says that fem!Ludger's safety is more important than some suit, and to get to safety first.

Rowen, Jude, and Alvin return, having created a smoking mist and then pulled the fire alarm. Spirius has already evacuated the room, leaving them all alone with the Divergence Catalyst.

Jude asks if Ludger isn't going to change clothes, since with the Key of Kresnik, he's going to return to the Prime Dimension still dressed the way he is. Ludger panics and demands his clothes back from Elle's bag. Rowen laments the self-consciousness of youth, and Ludger asks if Rowen would be comfortable if Gaius saw him crossdressing. Rowen replies that (I think) whatever shame he feels would be accompanied by the knowledge of his skills at disguise. Jude says (I think) that whatever anyone's preferences for crossdressing, it's still embarrassing to be seen by others.

Ludger changes back and destroys the Catalyst. They return to the Prime Dimension.

leia: but ludger, you were really so pretty! like a model! you were even popular with julius and bisley! teepo: and you were popular with Fractured Ludger too! ludger: i'm not happy being popular with guys. and it seems like nova still rejected me anyway... elle: but i used ludger's ghs to take some pictures! leia: that's right! we still have pictures! elle: ta-da! elize: ludger's so pretty~ teepo: he's like a supermodel! ludger: delete that already! elle: no way! it was so hard taking such pretty pictures, deleting them would be a waste! elize: ludger, could you send those pictures to my ghs? teepo: if you don't, we'll call you "the prince of debt"! ludger: spare me already...

Rowen says he needs them for future reference. Ludger is adamant nothing like this is happening again.

rowen: you never know what might happen. haven't you heard of the saying about "covering all your bases"? ludger: in that case, shouldn't everyone be prepared to crossdress? alvin: i can’t. rowen: i can’t either. ludger: how can you be so sure?! rowen: because i have a beard. alvin: because i grew a beard. ludger: a beard... jude: ludger... what are you looking at me for? ludger: nothing... maybe i'll just grow a beard too...

#not an mtl not a tl but a secret third thing #ceci n'est pas une traduction #ng #x2 #ans

[symbi-eat-me]

Follow the Leader [Glitchtrap x female!Reader 18+ Smut]

[WARNINGS/TAGS?: Female coochie-owning reader, SMUT!!!! with plot, heavy mind control, dubious consent/non-con, pet names, reader being instructed, fucking a bunny furry virus???]

Summary: You've been working on the Fazbear Virtual Experience for a while now, and tired of being overworked you've finally decided to take the mysterious virus plaguing the game head-on. However, the virus may be a little more...technical to deal with than you originally thought, and it has bigger plans for you.

Uploaded this on AO3 months and months ago and somehow forgot to post it here lmao. I should probably be jailed for this, but I stand by the concept of Glitchtrap being hot. If u find that weird (valid) don’t read this, you’ll hate it. Also I headcanon Glitchtrap as being the fragmented soul of William Afton, its not super prevalent at all in this fic but probably important to know that Glitchtrap is HUMAN, the bunny suit is just the form he takes within the game.

PSA there's definitely a bunch of errors in the language I used regarding game design and whatnot, I tried my best !!!

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You slammed your car door a little harder than you had intended to. Sighing, you grasped your bag and made for the front of the building. Another day, another 8 hour shift.

Although it was something you'd never admit, you really did like your job. But fuck, was it tiring - especially at the minute with your current project. You worked in games development at a small studio in your nowhere town. To your initial excitement, Fazbear Entertainment (the company that had enlightened your entire childhood) had hired your company to develop their new game.

At first, everyone had been bouncing off the walls with excitement about the project. It was so much bigger than anything you'd ever done before, but you were all ecstatic to make it happen. Within a few weeks however, it was clear than they had hired your small company to maximise their profits - work you to the bone and pay you pennies since it got you 'exposure'. Despite this, your manager was confident that it would turn out well (and whatever they were paying was clearly good money). Sure. He didn't seem to be as happy when Fazbear Entertainment shipped you bucket loads of shitty old circuit boards with the vague instructions of 'use these to make it faster'. And he certainly wasn't happy when your team had spent the last 2 weeks scanning the boards for any scraps of usable code, only to find out that they were housing some kind of age old virus.

So that's where you were now. You weren't so sure anymore that this game was going to be the big break for Silver Parasol Games, not when you were spending every shift attempting to dig out some seemingly invisible trojan horse instead of working on the actual game.

You sighed again as you slipped in behind your desk, mumbling a greeting at Anna when you passed by her. While your computer loaded up, your eyes wandered around the room until you settled on staring at your coworker, Jeremy. His back was facing you, and he seemed to be rooting around for something in a drawer.

Jeremy was a nice guy, he really was. He worked as a part of the quality assurance team, so he mainly spent his time testing the game. He was the one who flagged up this mysterious virus that no one else had been able to catch properly. You knew Anna and Raha had both seen it, so it was definitely real, but the stress was clearly getting to Jeremy most of all. It was like he'd seen a ghost most of the time. He used to chat to you on your lunch break, quite often. But now he never seemed to be away from the game, muttering to himself and making notes, presumably on the bugs he came across. Made your job easier, you supposed.

It was strange, and you'd been so backed up working on the game with your insanely tight deadlines that you'd hardly had time to think about it. But now, seeing him hunched over whatever he was looking for...it was uncanny and made you a little nervous. Your superiors didn't care much for any of you, especially Jeremy. They treated him like he was crazy. Hell, the stress of these deadlines would make anyone crazy. You really didn't blame him for acting a little off every now and then.

Finally he grasped something and wandered off again, in the direction of the testing room.

You tried to push it to the back of your mind, which was more than easy as you checked your pile of emails and anticipated how much you had to do today...

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The day had passed by at a snails pace, and you'd even volunteered to stay behind to finish scanning the last few circuit boards Fazbear Entertainment had shipped. You glanced outside as you finished up, it was almost completely dark already.

Exhausted, you began to pack up your things. Once again, you felt your eyes drift to the desk that Jeremy had been stood over earlier. You were suddenly reminded of everything that had been going on with him. As frustrating as it was proving to be, this game really was important to you at this point. If you wanted to cut down these late hours and sleepless nights, you had to see this virus for yourself.

Without giving yourself time to consider, you shoved your bag back under your desk and headed for the testing room.

You had played the game before, of course. It was part of the job, you couldn't program without seeing the final product as you went along. From Jeremy's mumbled description, the bug seemed to be a visual issue, something about it latching onto one of the character models. However, it only seemed to show itself in specific situations in the final version of the game. And it seemed to like Jeremy - he must have unknowingly found some way to trigger it or found a spot of weakness in the code. Something like that, anyway.

The room was dark, with the blinds all closed securely. You didn't want to bother with any of that, since you were going to leave in a few minutes anyway, so flipped on the weak overhead light.

You slipped on the VR headset that sat on the table in the middle of the room and prepared yourself. Every time you loaded up the game, a sense of pride swelled in your chest. It was nowhere near done yet, of course, but just seeing what your small team had managed to achieve so far was...nice.

You weren't so much of a horror fan yourself, and the sickening gaze of Freddy on the title screen was still enough to make you feel uneasy. As the music started up and you stood in the main hub of the game, you felt your heartbeat rise a little. You were suddenly very aware of how alone you were in the empty studio, and the thought of Jeremy made your palms clammy.

You took a deep breath, telling yourself not to be so stupid.

Glancing around, you focused on the task at hand. You were unsure of how to trigger the virus itself or where it even was. Jeremy was pretty clear in that it had just shown up out of thin air, after he'd played for hours. You hoped it wouldn't take you that long to find it.

After flipping through the few finished levels, you selected night 1 and got started. You knew this game like the back of your hand, so you powered through it like it was light work. Despite knowing the precise mechanics, the unpredictability of the AI still shook you a little. You flipped a light on to your left after hearing footsteps, and felt your heart race as Bonnie stared right at you.

Fuck, the design team did such a good job on these models. They were still terrifying no matter how many times you played.

After a few rounds, you tapped your heels irritably. You didn't even know what you were looking for, not really. You had stupidly thought it would be obvious. Viruses didn't work that way, you should know that more than anyone.

Back in the main hub now, you continually flipped through the available levels and sighed. You should probably leave, it was getting late.

You stepped away from the console and turned to your right slightly, readying yourself to remove the headset. That was, until you heard a light buzzing noise in your right ear. You glanced more over to the direction of the sound, and gasped.

That was it.

It must be.

At first it looked like a green blur, easily distinguished as an issue with the graphics. But within a few moments of staring, you could discern the shape of a rabbit. You'd never seen this character before, but seemed to recall Jeremy briefly mentioning a rabbit.

That was the virus alright.

It was almost...scary. It just stood in the far doorway, staring and staring and staring and waving its hand at you. It was hardly even visible without focusing your eyes on it. You couldn't tell if it was supposed to be an animatronic or something else. It was fucking weird, whatever it was.

"Y        o     u."

You nearly jumped out of your skin. The soft buzz that it was releasing had paused, only for a moment. In its place had been a whisper, of sorts. It was glitchy and hardly discernable but you could still make it out.

"a    r e      n o t      h i    m."

Your breathing was practically shallow gasps now. It hadn't moved, it still just stood there. But it was...talking?

"H-hello?" you tried.

"Y   o   u         a     r  e     n  e     w."

It was almost like it was struggling to talk. It separated syllables strangely as it spoke, and the crackling glitchy buzz that overlaid every word made it difficult to process.

You couldn't understand it - this character that you had no knowledge of had its own completely independent AI. You had a horrifying moment where you considered whether this was what Jeremy had been doing for the last few months. That's why he was so stressed? He'd been programming this character all on his own? But why?

"I-I'm not new, I made this game," you spoke. You couldn't help feeling embarrassed, you were shamefully aware of how you were just speaking into an empty room.

"Y o    u g  a v e  m  e l    i    f e."

It almost hurt to listen to, with every word you felt your head aching. It felt like it was drilling into your skull, but you knew it must be because of the sharp noises it was making.

"I-I think Jeremy made you," you said. It was stupid, you knew, to speak to an AI like this. But it must have some sort of question answering system within it, for it to be able to respond in the way it was.

A deep noise rumbled from it, sounding almost like a laugh, "h    e   c     o   u    l       d n    e v     e    r."

A sudden thought gripped you, out of nowhere. "If I play the game will it be easier for you?"

You weren't sure where the idea came from, but you figured it was worth a shot. It only showed up after you'd played a few rounds in the first place.

It didn't respond, only seemed to hold completely still for a few seconds before continuing to wave again. You took that as a go-ahead and loaded up a fnaf 3 game. Anxiously, you glanced around you when you'd loaded into the office. It wasn't there, of course. It must have been anchored to the lobby somehow.

Your hands were shaking a little as you flipped through the cameras. Springtrap stared intently at you wherever you seemed to look, and it reminded you of the virus rabbit in a strange way. It made you uncomfortable.

Fuck, video error.

As quickly as you could, you flipped open the console to your left and fixed the error. You were anxious to open the cameras for a brief moment and simply stared at the little Bonnie figure on the desk.

To your dismay, when you finally got yourself to flip through the cameras again, you'd lost Springtrap. You hurriedly checked the vents, but he was nowhere to be found. Your heart beat in your throat when a ventilation error message blared at you. You knew this game, why were you fucking up so much? You could hardly think straight, let alone process what you were doing.

As you flipped through the console, you heard footsteps and quickly pulled it down. Dragging a weak scream from your chest, Springtrap jumped at you and ended your game. Taking a moment with your eyes scrunched closed to compose yourself, you tried to steady your breathing. This game had never made you feel like that before, and you hoped it never would again.

Apprehensively you opened your eyes, to find yourself at the game over screen. The console in front of you blared, and you prepared to press the return to menu button. However, your eyes flipped over the console again, making your heart rate race again.

Follow the leader, the screen read.

You definitely hadn't programmed that in. And no one else had, to your knowledge. The words seemed to bounce around in your mind, never settling but making you feel foggy.

When you returned to the hub, it was like you could feel breathing down your neck. Tentatively, you turned around.

It was closer to you this time, much closer. It was only a few feet away, instead of being in the far doorway. Now, you could get a much clearer look at it. It wasn't an animatronic at all, instead some kind of costume. You could clearly see stitches on the fabric, and stains that covered its body. It was a rabbit, but had big human-like hands that made you uneasy. Its smile was uncanny and seemed to pull at its cheeks, exposing big white buck teeth and a deep black void behind them. Its glaring purple eyes weren't directly looking at you, instead they looked off into the distance, but you had a sudden vision of them coming to life and twisting to stare right at you.  For a character model, it was sickeningly detailed. You began to question if Jeremy was behind this after all.

You felt ill.

It continued waving, just like before, crouching over oddly, like it was trying to get down to your level considering it's tall stature. If it were real, it would have towered over you at at least six and a half feet. It still had a nasty green glare to it, but now it was closer it appeared less blurred, and you could see the purple waistcoat and bow tie it wore.

"G   o   o  d," it said.

You could've sworn it sounded clearer now, like the white noise it emitted was starting to clear to make room for its voice. Its movements paused for a moment, again appearing as though it was thinking. Like it was considering its options.

The silence was beginning to scare you. Visions of Jeremy clouded your mind - hiding in the storage cabinet, watching you sneak to the testing room, smiling wickedly as he snuck up behind you with a knife. You felt sick again, and shoved the thought deep down. Why would you even think that? Your mind was playing sick tricks on you.

Suddenly you wanted nothing more than to take the headset off and glance around you. It had been a while and you finally craved the stability of the real world.

“N   O."

Your attention snapped to the rabbit and your knees went weak. It didn’t exactly shout but it might as well have done, the voice was so strong and flung around your skull in a way that made you dizzy.

“N     A   M    E.”

It took a moment for you to process its words, but you complied. You told it your name in a barely audible whisper while unable to rip your eyes away from its own. The soft movement of its hand, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, mirrored your own heartbeat.

It didn’t respond, again just staring at you. You grappled with the idea of simply tugging the headset off and leaving it all behind. That was a bad idea, you decided. You didn’t know why.

Despite this, the silence was killing you. You needed to know how this thing worked. In some strange attempt to get answers, you began relaying facts about yourself. “I’ve been working here for 4 years, since I graduated. This game is the biggest project I’ve had to deal with so far.” You continued spewing out details of your background almost mechanically. You spoke of your work, how you lived alone, how you spent your time, and probably more - the words started to mangle together in your mind. Your body felt heavy and warm as you spoke. You could hardly think - you felt as though you were on autopilot. Everything came naturally, the words you spoke and even the position of your head while your eyes kept fixated on it. With every second that passed, you felt more and more of your mind slipping away. It didn't feel bad, in fact you welcomed it. It felt completely natural to let go.

What you were giving your consciousness to, you didn't know.

Your limbs felt fuzzy, in a complete state of relaxation. You had stopped speaking minutes ago, you managed to realise. How strange.

It only took a second after that. All you saw was the rabbit stop waving. It's eyes flickered back to your own with a low tilt of its head, it was finally looking directly at you. In one swift movement it stood to its full height in front of you, and seemed to breathe.

A crackling glitchy noise filled your ears as this happened, before everything went completely silent. The soft buzz of the console was all you could hear to fill the void as you looked up at it.

"G o o d l i t t l e b u n n y," it said.

You hardly had the energy to respond, simply staring blankly back at it. Its voice had changed again, becoming almost completely stable. You could hear it perfectly clearly now, vibrating in the back of your head as though it was your consciousness itself. Like it had replaced your thoughts with its own.

It sounded like a man's voice now, deep with a slight accent. Despite that, it was still not quite human. There was something about how the tone changed, how a static noise accompanied every word, how the vowels were drawn out for slightly too long. You couldn't put your finger on what it was, but you knew it wasn't human.

You managed to break from your trance enough to speak freely and gain feeling back in your body, but it still felt like it held a leash around you.

"What are you?" you asked as clearly as you could.

It laughed, "I a m  t h e  s h a d o w  o f  a  s i n n e r,  t h e  s o u l  o f  a  v e r y  b a d  m a n."

You held back a gasp as he bent down to your eye level again, and reached a gloved hand to your jaw before continuing, "s o  y o u  h a d  b e t t e r  b e h a v e."

The hand on your face wasn't solid, he was still a hologram within the game. But you felt a weak weight on your skin, like a shadow, just like he said.

You felt yourself nodding at him, open-mouthed.

He moved freely now in jolting movements. Rather than moving in a solid motion, it was like he was comprised of a slideshow of images.

"T h e  d e s k," he raised an arm to gesture behind you.

He didn't need to say more, his words were laced with subtext that you somehow understood on impulse. You remembered, there was a desk behind you in the real world. Carefully, you backed up until your thighs hit a solid wooden surface. It took some maneuvering since you were practically blind, but you managed to hoist yourself up onto the surface so you were sitting on the very edge.

"G o o d  b u n n y," he praised. There was more distance between you now, but the confounds of the game made it so you couldn't move significantly far away from him.

In a way, you were trapped.

Your head was buzzing and hazy, and your entire body was so warm. You'd never felt anything like it. If you could imagine what being a part of a video game would feel like - this would be it.

A particular warmth settled in your abdomen - strange but not unwelcome. Your mind was frazzled enough not to question it.

"I t s  b e e n  s o  l o n g," he murmured.

You didn't know what he was referring to, but didn't care much to find out. A wave of need overcame you and clouded any thoughts you might have. A need to submit. You noted his tall and intimidating stature, which had been terrifying to begin with, but seemed captivating to you now that you considered it.

“Y o u  a r e  g o i n g  t o  h e l p  s e t  m e  f r e e.”

Your hands were clammy against the cold wood of the desk. It was becoming much too warm in the room but you couldn't do anything about it, not daring (or wanting) to turn away from him.

“D o e s  t h a t  s c a r e  y o u?”

Freezing up, your voice caught in your throat. The incessant hammering of your heart in your chest was telling you that you were scared. But your mind was telling you something...different. You began to nod, but instead ended with confusedly shaking your head.

"S o  m i n d l e s s  a l r e a d y," his grin almost seemed to deepen.

His words rattled through your head, echoing and making you sleepy. As hard as you tried, you couldn't concentrate, couldn't process a single complete thought. It was nice, in some strange way. You didn't have the mind to question it, at that point. All your mind kept drifting back to was him, his words and his eyes that looked you up and down.

He chuckled, a low rumbling noise that felt as though it swallowed you whole.

"L e t  m e  h e l p."

Against any conscious decision of your own, your hand moved up underneath your shirt. The line was completely blurred between what you were making your body do and what he had control over. Either way, you welcomed it.

You grasped at your shirt more firmly and lifted it over your head, before hurriedly repeating the action with your bra. His chuckling repeated, the low echoing noise reverberating down your body. Your eyes were blurry as you struggled to keep them open, but you could still make out his large glassy eyes staring directly into your own from where he stood.

With you hardly noticing, your fingers tugged your trousers down. You let out an unintended sigh at the air hitting your clammy skin.

"G o o d b u n n y."

One hand grasped at your chest, while the other traced over your underwear. A passing thought made you aware of how wet you were, evidence of how intensely worked up he'd somehow managed to make you.

Your nerves felt as though they were burning. You'd never felt need or sensitivity like it in your life.

"P r o v e  y o u r  d e v o t i o n."

You hardly had a mind to nod as you yanked your underwear down your thighs. Your fingers thrust into your heat, not giving time to treat yourself delicately. Although your eyes were clenched shut, the feeling of his glowing eyes pierced into you. Again and again your fingers curled into you while your palm hit your clit with every movement. Your spare hand dug its nails into your chest, surely leaving rows of scratches as if you'd been mauled by a wild animal.

The buzzing static in your ears dazed you. The sensation in your cunt made you whine pathetically. The rabbit that watched you, controlled you, made your head tip back and your back arch.

A string of pleas left your throat as you felt your peak surfacing at a much quicker rate than you were used to.

"L o o k  a t  m e."

Your eyes shot open to see him standing over you. In your position, you were close enough to lying back on the desk, but still had to crane your neck to look him in the eyes as he towered above your compliant body. He did nothing but stand there, but the buzzing feeling of him so close to you made your skin itch and crave his approval.

"Y o u  h a v e  b e e n  s u c h  a  g o o d  b u n n y. J u s t  p r o v e  y o u r  l o y a l t y  t o  m e."

Yielding whimpers escaped your lips as your fingers curled to hit the spots that made your thighs clench together. "I'll be good, I'm yours, please," you repeated again and again.

The sound of him chuckling while watching your shaking body sent you over the edge. You whined and begged as your hands barely stopped digging into you despite your overstimulated state, like a possession had completely taken you over.

After minutes of you gasping for his mercy, you had finally relaxed. The gentle static of the room started to consume your ears again as the blood rushing to them calmed. Your mind remained blank, hardly remembering where you were, only thinking of him.

"W e l l  d o n e  m y  l i t t l e  b u n n y. W e  a r e  g o i n g  t o  h a v e  f u n."

#im going straight to hell #glitchtrap #william afton #x reader #fnaf #five nights at freddys

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Never let go of hope PT.4

Hey y’all so sorry this took so long to get done, I took a little Hiatus and then I had writers block and just life kept getting in the way but Part 4 is finally re written and done and I’ll hopefully get part 5 up by next week

also I’ve had issues with tryna get the coloured text, hopefully I can get it fixed later

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

Centuries had come and gone, I had given up on finding answers as to why I was brought here and focused more on trying to get peter to change his mind about his plan and find a better way. We had also grown closer in those years, he finally opened up and told me everything, explained his past to me and how he came here, at first I was shocked, who could do something like that? to their own kid? a part of me however understood why, he also explained to me that a part of him felt regretful for what he did but it wasn’t enough to keep him from doing what he did. The thinking tree would be where you would find us, we always hung out in there whenever we wanted to be alone, we spoke to each other about everything things we remembered about our past lives, our thoughts on what was happening on Neverland at the time, whether it be about the Boys and what they were getting up to or the parts of Neverland that we noticed that had started to fade and decay as the years went by. There was one night Peter abruptly woke me up by barging into my tent, said he had had a nightmare and didn’t feel like being alone at that moment, we stayed up the rest of the night and quietly talked to one another. It made me happy knowing that he trusted me enough to come to me whenever he needed to talk. We would still get into arguments every now and then but it was never as vicious as the ones we used to get into. All of the boys had finally come around to the idea of me being here, even Felix although he mostly just tolerated me rather than befriending me like the other boys did.

No matter how hard I had tried to get Peter to come up with another plan to save Himself and Neverland nothing would change his mind, he would argue that there was no other way that he had tried looking for one years ago but couldn't find any other way and then it was too late, he came, the right boy, the boy that Peter would trick into giving him his heart. None of what was happening was sitting right with me I had to find a way to save this poor kid and the place I called home... and Peter.  I couldn't just let him take the heart of this poor boy, I had to find another way, I believed that maybe somehow before everything turned south I could save everyone, I still had hope left in me. I made it my mission to keep the boy, (his name was Henry by the way) away from Peter as much as I could and reassure him hat someone would come to get him (not that I knew that for sure), I did my best to remind him that Peter was lying to him about everything but I forgot about Peters little weapon... Wendy...  apparently after I had sent her on her way she had came straight back after Bae had been taken. I will admit the first time she arrived on the island I had to admit that I was a little jealous of her, not just about Peter getting close with her but also the boys, I didn't want to be abandoned or cast out by the only family I've ever had, of course that had all been dealt with and after she left I had forgotten all about her, I didn't even know that she had came back a second time, that was until Henry had suddenly disappeared for a while then came back wit a disconcerting look on his face. "where have you been?" he just stared blankly at me for a second the shook his head "nowhere"  I could tell by the way he looked that he was lying all I could think was that Peter had gotten to him "Henry!? remember what I told you, whatever Peter has said its not true" I put my hand on his shoulder gently "I know for sure your family will come for you" he looked at me and smiled "I know” he paused for a second contemplating on what he was going to say next “can I ask you something?" I sat down next to him giving him a slight nod "sure what is it?" "why is it that you call him Peter but everyone else calls him Pan?" my eyes widened a little and I let out a small cough  "uhm well uh because well he hates when people call him Peter and I call him it because I enjoy the rise I get out of him and well nobody else calls him it because they're all scared of him, even Felix doesn't have the guts to call him it" I laughed hoping he would believe the half lie, in fact I did start calling him Peter just to piss him off but now I just prefer it to Pan because the name Pan is tied to the horrid side of him and I knew that if I ever called him by that then it would mean I had lost and I refuse to let that happen. I hadn’t realized the awkward silence that had formed, too lost in my own thoughts until I was brought back by Henry’s voice “that’s not it”  I looked back up a him in confusion “what?” “that’s not the real reason, is it?” I did my best to hide my panic “I don’t know what you’re talking about, what other reason could there be” I stood up, thinking that would be the end of it and I could make my escape before he asked more questions about me and Peter. “you have feelings for him” he spoke up just as I had started to walk away, I froze in my tracks  “w-what?” I swiftly turned back to face the boy, eyes widened slightly in shock “you do, don’t you? “no way, unless you mean feelings of total distain then sure” I shrugged, hoping he couldn’t see the complete panic in my face “you’ve seen what he has done, what he could do, I could never love him... I can’t.... I shouldn’t...” Henry smiled “funny, I never did mention the L word yet you brought it up all on your own” my face fell instantly, I was an idiot, I slipped up and actually gave away the biggest secret I was keeping locked away, even from myself. I straightened my back and gave Henry a stern look “look just forget I said anything, I have no feelings for him whatsoever, I mean he’s a demon... there's no way” Henry smiles up at me “but you don’t believe that do you? you want to change him don’t you?” I sigh knowing he’s not gonna give up on this conversation any time soon ”yeah... I’ve tried... tried for years, but nothing seems to work... but even so something keeps me from giving up on him, I just cant, not yet anyway...” Henry pursed his lips “hmm.. well its a good thing you haven’t” I looked down at him in confusion “what do you mean?” “well he told me himself, he’s trying to save magic, even Wendy said the same thing” my eyes widened “What?! what do you mean Wendy!? There’s no way, she left long ago, just before Baelfire came... unless.. no she’s not stupid enough to come back” I said to myself but Henry overheard my ramblings “you knew my father?” “what?” I looked at him in shock “Baelfire!? he’s your father?” “yes” I went silent for a moment just to collect my thoughts “look Henry whatever Wendy said is a lie you can’t believe what she’s said okay” “you’re calling Wendy a liar? why would she lie?” I shook my head trying to get my thoughts in check “I don’t know maybe he forced her to, look we have to get out of here before Peter shows up” I helped him up and quickly grabbed as much supplies as I could. I managed to get Henry as far away from the camp I could without anyone noticing, I gave him the directions to the beach told him to keep low and keep out of site the best he could. I had to leave him to find his own way, otherwise Peter would know something was amiss, I hoped that if he followed my instructions that he’d eventually stumble across his family having overheard Peter and Felix talking about how they were on the Island and how to deal with them, before Peter had caught wind that he was gone. I headed back to the camp hoping that no one would notice the lack of presence by Henry, but that hope was quickly scrunched up and thrown in the trash by Felix “where’s the kid” he asked the camp, I stopped just outside the camp hoping to go unseen,  Peter chimed in “come to think of it, I haven’t seen him since we got back from our little chat”  I knew this wasn’t going to end well, so I slowly and quietly started backing away making sure not to make any sudden movements or noise, then one of the other boys spoke  “the last I saw him he was with (Y/N)” I cursed under my breath, so much for being my brother. 

As soon a I was far enough away I started to run, I knew it wouldn’t help much but it was better than facing Peter right now, as I ran I heard his yelling angrily “you can run Lost Girl but I will find you, I will always find you, and when I do you’re dead” that scared me, he had never threatened to kill me before, no matter how much we annoyed each other there was never as much malice in his tone than there was in that moment and I never thought he would ever but I could hear in his voice that he meant it, so I kept running trying (and failing) not to think about about what just happened. My heart was breaking and tears are falling down my face and blurring my vision no matter how hard I try to keep them in, but I kept going not really sure where I was going but knowing that if I stopped I’d be caught much sooner than later. suddenly I bump into someone at full speed and get knocked right off my feet, I fear for my life all I can think is that this is the end of the line, that is until I hear an unfamiliar voice speak “(Y/N)?” I looked up wiping any left over tears away  “Who are you?” that’s when I hear another voice, this time I recognize it “well if it isn’t the lost girl” “Hook!” I stood up quickly “oh thank god its you” after a while I notice that I’m surrounded, a woman with blonde hair spoke up “wait, you two know her?” the first male spoke “yes, I met her when I first came here” that’s when it clicked “Baelfire?” he smiled “ yeah it’s me” I let out a little chuckle and quickly gave him a hug which he returned “it’s good to see you again Bae” “yeah you too” I smiled then the blonde spoke up again “okay, so, who is she?” this time Hook spoke up “this is (Y/N) she’s Pans little lost girl” I quickly snapped at him “I’m not his” after I said it I looked away, Hook raised his brow and continued “ah so the lost girl finally broke out of the chains and decided to listen to her head rather than her heart” I quickly turned my head to look at him, shocked but then chose denial was the best way to go  “I-I don’t know what you mean” “oh I’m sure you do” “whatever” I scoffed then a woman with brown hair spoke up “not that I’m touched about this little reunion I’d quite like to find my son and it seems that she is the best way to do so” the next thing I know is that I’m struggling to breath, I heard the others shouting at the brunette and bae trying to reason with the woman “Regina let her go! you don’t have to do it like this she’s my friend she helped me off this island, she’ll help us find Henry!” at his name I struggled against the loss of breath and spoke “H-Henry I-I know where he is I-I could take you to him” Regina let go and I took deep breaths “I... I got him out of camp, sent him towards the sea, knew you were here... heard Peter talk to Felix about it” I said between breaths then Hook spoke up “I see your still calling him by his first name guess you’re still listening to your heart” I glared up at him “Hook shut up, that’s not important... not anymore anyway” I looked down at the ground for a moment then looked back up at them all “alright let’s go find Henry”

#peter pan x reader #peter pan #once upon a time #ouat fanfiction

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Room of memories part 3

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

TW: Angst

Part 1

Part 2

Masterlist

(I did all the pictures myself, sorry if it’s not that good, I’m still learning)

Wayne’s POV

Everyday, it was the same. And today wasn’t an exception. He came home exhausted after his night shift, carefully made his way to Eddie’s door and knocked, then went to the kitchen to prepare their breakfast before going to bed for the rest of the day. He prepared eggs and bacon, his nephew’s favorite and would place the food in order to make a smiling face with it. It was nothing but it always made Eddie’s eyes shine as if he was five again. Wayne hummed one of the Metallica songs he often heard while cooking. As usual, Eddie was struggling to get out of bed. But he was sure that the bacon’s smell would decide him to get up. He took the plates and put the food on them. Still no Eddie.’This kid is a real heavy sleeper’ he thought, a little smile on his lips. He left the kitchen to open his bedroom door. He slipped his head by the ajared door and called him but when his name left his mouth, realization struck him hard. Eddie’s not here anymore.His heart broke again. He suddenly remembered when Y/N and that Henderson boy told him about Eddie’s death.Exhaustion was so heavy that it made him forget that something bad happened to his nephew and his emotions were harder to handle at those moments. So he ended up in tears at that moment. He threw the breakfast away, lit a cigarette and collapsed on the couch. He fell asleep for a few hours.

He woke up a few hours later. He stayed on the couch, doing nothing but thinking.He remembered that for a few weeks, he had weird problems with electricity. He already paid his electricity bills and even checked the circuit breaker to make sure but nothing seemed wrong. Lightbulbs flickering here and there, sometimes together, sometimes one after the others as if it followed someone’s path.Even though he was more the rational kind, he tried to convince himself really hard that maybe it was Eddie. He knew it was ridiculous, but it was all he had. When it stopped after Y/N’s visit, it broke him even more. He tried to console himself telling that Eddie was responsible for thoses electricity problems and maybe he found peace after his uncle's conversation with Y/N. So he tried again to remind himself of all the good memories he had with Eddie like Y/N suggerated. It helped a lot but it wasn’t enough. What hurted him the most was the fact that the police still looked for him even though he was dead. ‘Until we see a body, he’s still wanted’ those assholes dared to say. He didn’t care about people being mean to him but all the hate they seemed to have for his nephew was unbearable. It wasn’t normal to have to stay a whole night in a graveyard to make sure that no one degraded Eddie’s grave. He still had vivid memories of his funeral, just him, Y/N, Dustin and a few of Eddie’s friends. All of them above an empty coffin and people around throwing dirty looks from that Cunningham girl’s grave. Y/N almost threw a fight when one approached to tell them that it was a shame that a criminal like him got to have a proper funeral and worse, in the same cemetery as his victim. He was more calm than her but scared that his patience suddenly ran thin. So he tried to avoid going outside except for work, groceries and visits to the cemetery.

That evening, he had to run some errands before going to the graveyard. He grabbed his keys and got to his car.  At the moment he started the engine, he was surprised when one of Eddie’s songs began. He took one a few weeks ago because he missed it somehow but almost forgot about it. The whole drive felt weird without Eddie playing the air guitar, singing all the lyrics or just talking about his next campaign but he had to get used to it. He parked his car, got out and took a cart. He could feel dirty looks burning his back but he didn’t react and entered the store. Everything was fine until he saw a mope of wavy brown hair and a black jacket behind an aisle. His heart almost jumped out of his chest. For a few minutes, it was like nothing ever happened, as if Eddie was just here rummaging on whatever this shelf contained. He was about to call for him but the person turned around and it was just a random boy. It wasn’t the first time that he thought of seeing Eddie from afar but the pain was always excruciating. He wanted to run away from the store and lock himself in his car but he resisted, closed his eyes to hold his tears and kept going. He didn’t notice that he gripped the cart so hard that his joints turned white, to the point it hurts. But nothing could hurt more than what he saw. His grip loosened a bit and he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands. He slowly walked away, his eyes fixated on a point in front of him. He continued his shopping as best as he could, trying to avoid people around. Without thinking, he arrived in the cereal aisle and when he found the specific brand, held out his hand. He suddenly refrained himself from touching a Honeycomb box. ‘Eddie’s not here, he won’t eat it.’ he told himself. He still thought about things Eddie would like to eat, he couldn’t help it. He breathed deeply and he finally headed to the household chemicals to get the ones he needed for the grave. These were the only things he still bought for Eddie from now on, even though he sometimes bought some music magazines too. He never bothered to buy flowers anymore, he knew that it would be stolen or destroyed anyway.Once he was done, he checked out and practically ran to his car. Since nothing needed to get in the fridge right away, he immediately headed to the cemetery. He was sadly used to this drive.

Eddie’s POV

The whole flight was a blurry mess. His entire form was shaking with each loud sob escaping his trembling lips. All his strength was abandoning him with each passing second. His last words, her teary eyes and her loud screams of pure emotional agony were playing endlessly in his mind. She was probably wondering what she did wrong even though it was all his fault. He really messed up, big time. He lost his first friend, his first love and his whole future at the same time. He lost her forever.He stopped in mid air, as if his breath stopped again. He desperately wanted to go back to her. It took everything in him to not fly back to her window, apologize profusely to her and kiss her. Now, he had to live with it. He wiped his eyes with his sleeve, got his hair out of the way and tried to control his emotions. When he approached the house he was hiding in, he wanted to crash himself so badly but knew that it wouldn’t change a thing.

 At the moment he landed on the threshold of Reefer’s house, he fell on the floor, unable to stand anymore. A million thoughts ran in his head, all the ways he could have handled this situation with Y/N. All the things he wanted to say to her. How his last moments with her could have been better. He could have taken her in his arms and whispered sweet words in her ear while stroking her hair then telling her that it was better that way. Or simply kissing her, telling her how much she meant to him and that she deserved a normal life away from the dramas. In every scenario, tears would have been shed, it was inevitable. But maybe their last encounter would have been a little less painful. He felt the empty space in his pocket and remembered about the ring. He had so many plans with her. He always imagined how she’d react to his proposal just after graduation, her surprised face, probably giggling at something stupid he said due to his nervousness, kissing him, maybe crying a little. All their friends cheering around them. Her walking down the aisle, absolutely gorgeous in her wedding dress. Some tears on his eyes at her sight. Corroded Coffin playing Y/N’s  song. Dustin as the ring bearer, more than probably dressed as a hobbit. Them running the hell out of the church and Hawkins, on the road up to their next adventure with ‘I Was Made For Lovin’ You’ blasting through the windows. A future that’ll never be. The way he talked about his proposal, as coldly as he could and how he left the ring on her desk, he couldn’t live with himself after that. But he knew that it would be worse if he hadn’t and that it was cruel to let her imagine their future together. He didn’t know who it hurted the most. His emotions were all over the place. He tried so hard to convince himself that it was the only way. He managed to slowly pick himself up off the floor and with a trembling hand, he opened  the house’s door. When he stepped in, he felt that it was freezing cold in here, almost as cold as him. He took a look around and could almost see Y/N in each room of the first floor, a faded memory of his life. He was chasing a memory. Maybe Y/N went through the same situation ? He roamed aimlessly like a ghost in Reefer’s house, restless and devastated, torturing himself  again and again over something he couldn’t undo .He finally made his way to the living room and he slouched on the couch , frantically running his fingers in his hair and rubbing his face roughly. He hated himself more than he could have imagined

. In a sudden fit of rage, he began to trash the whole room. He couldn’t think straight, he was completely blinded by his anger. He threw the said couch across the room and broke the coffee table with his fist. He threw his arm on the fireplace mantel, breaking all the trinkets and the framed pictures, then grabbed the tv and broke the nearest window with it. He tore the curtains apart and punched the walls with all his strength, causing huge holes in them and his knuckles were sore and bleeding, but he didn’t care. Soon, the room was completely destroyed. He tried to catch his ragged breath for a few minutes, resting his hands on his knees. When he calmed down, his thoughts less and less clouded by anger, his eyes grew wide and he got scared by the carnage he did .He lost his balance and fell on the floor, his back against a wall that barely stood. He looked at his hands as if they belonged to someone else. The blood had dried and all the swelling had disappeared .He really became a monster unable to control himself and his strength and that’s exactly why he needed to stay away from her. What terrified him the most was the realization that he became just like his father. Now their resemblance wasn’t just physical. Even though he was sure that this kind of action would convince her that she should forget about him, he was glad that she wasn’t there to witness it because she would probably have been a victim of his violence too. He had a sudden vision of her body completely destroyed, in a worse state than Chrissy’s that fateful night and him above her, her blood dripping from his mouth. He closed his eyes and  shivered at this thought. He tried his hardest to not cry again. He felt this new kind of guilt again, the guilt about dying but being undead at the same time. Of course, it wasn’t his fault, he didn’t choose it but he couldn’t help it. That night, he curled up against the wall, hidden under his wings and cried himself to sleep. As usual, he dreamed about his life with Y/N and a bit of his uncle. In the morning, he slowly woke up and rubbed his eyes. What he saw before him woke him faster. The room was worse in the daylight. But the worst came when he remembered the events of the previous night.

He seriously couldn't believe he ‘broke up’ with Y/N. If anything, he always feared that she’d be the one doing it. While he tried to clean the mess he did, he thought about everything again and again and knew that this sacrifice was the ultimate gift, the gift of a normal life.By the time he fixed-ish the furniture he broke, he thought about all the possibilities Y/N had without him in the picture and it finally made him feel a little bit better somehow.  She had a chance to get away from here and live the life of her dreams and it was enough to make him happy. He made peace with it, not like he had a choice anyway. Now, he had to find a way to get back to the Upside Down. But how ? He racked his brain to find a solution.He knew he couldn’t use the one in the trailer anymore. He thought about the others but maybe the one at the bottom of Lovers Lake would do the trick ? It was his only chance, he knew it. He didn’t know what would happen once he stepped back into this hellish dimension and didn’t want to think about it but he had to do it.Now he was alone and it drove him crazy but he had to get used to it. The last time he came there, he wasn’t alone. He was with his friends. He was with Y/N. He almost felt invincible by her side. He learned the hard way that it was just a feeling. But at least he did something right and he did it again. He couldn’t say goodbye to his friends or his uncle and couldn’t find Y/N again. The only thing left to do was to pay a visit to the graveyard.

Y/N POV

Your eyes were completely dry and sore after all this. No tears left. You were on the floor, your knees pressed against your chest, your back against the wall.You looked at that damn ring the whole night, making it twirl between your fingers. The rising sun appeared on the sky, it gave the mood stone gorgeous colors. It was supposed to be your goddamn engagement ring. You could imagine graduation day with Eddie getting clumsily on one knee, his cap falling on his eyes, talking absolute gibberish out of nervousness, accidentally dropping the ring and frantically looking for it in the grass. Once he found it, stuttering a few words about ‘how an hon….honor it would be for me if you accepted to..to become my waffle..m..my wife sorry, super nervous’. You’d jump in his arms and kiss him, all your friends around. Then the wedding. Eddie, handsome as usual with tamed hair and stupid grin on his face, his uncle next to him. Corroded Coffin playing your song in the church and a very disapproving looking priest. The moment you’d both say yes and just run out of town to your next adventure as husband and wife. Eddie and Y/N Munson. You hugged your knees. You wanted it to become real but life decided otherwise. You couldn’t let him go back to this dimension. He deserved the world, the very best and if it had to be the two of you against the world then it would be so. You had to find him. When you thought about that night, you didn’t know what was the coldest about him at that moment, his hands or his words ? Even though what he did still hurt, you knew that it wasn’t sincere. You knew he did it to protect you. The simple fact that he wanted to go back there was unbearable, you knew you had to do something. You racked your brain to remember where the last gate was.The only gate must be in Lovers Lake. A sudden surge of motivation made you jump out of your position and you ran to get your clothes. He would probably do this that night so you had the whole day to find him and try to convince him that there was another way. There was no time to waste.You put on an Hellfire Club t-shirt, your pair of jeans Eddie loves so much, your combat boots and Eddie’s jacket. 

You grabbed your bag and were about to run out of your room when you stepped back to take the box and the ring with you. You walked so fast that you almost fell on the stairs. Once you were downstairs, you approached the door to take your car keys. A loud knock made you jump out of your skin. ‘Come on, open Y/N. It’s us, Dustin, Steve and Robin.’ It was Dustin’s voice. You decided to stay silent and tried to discreetly walk to the other door that led to the yard. `We heard you on the stairs and we can see you from that window. Please open the door, we’re really concerned about you’, said Robin. You turned your head to see her face pressed to the said window. You sighed loudly, your shoulders falling in defeat. You knew they wouldn’t give up that easily. You sometimes didn’t know if friends like them were a curse or a blessing. You walked to the door and unlocked it, inviting them inside. Before any other words were exchanged, Robin took you in her arms. You were at first a bit stiff but soon melted and hugged her back. By this time, Dustin and Steve entered and waved at you. She then released you and looked at you, detailing your outfit, a sad smile on her lips and understanding look on her eyes. It was soon Dustin’s turn to take you in his arms. You both shared that terrible memory, knowing exactly how you felt inside,he hugged you harder than Robin. Then Steve hugged you too. You led them to the living room, where they took a seat. ‘So, do you want something to drink ?’ you asked, trying to escape the room. Robin looked at you deadpanned. ‘You really think we don’t know that you try to escape us ? Come on, it's been almost a month since we last saw you. At first, I thought it was a part of your mourning process but seriously, you can’t keep going like this, it’s unhealthy.’ You fell on a nearby armchair and began to mess a bit with your hair, a bad habit you had when you were nervous.There was a silence for a brief moment, then you heard Dustin clearing his throat. ‘Robin’s right. We all miss him but we also miss you. We all thought that you felt a bit better. You seemed almost happy when we wrote the rest of the game. Maybe the last campaign upsetted you ? You cried so hard that night’ He took your hand. ‘No, it’s okay. I just needed time alone after this. Plus, his last campaign was the best he ever wrote.’ You couldn’t help the small crack of your voice. Robin, noticing the tears that threatened to fall from your eyes, grabbed a tissue and handed it to you. You gladly took it, whispered a small thank you and wiped your eyes. ‘If you want, Steve can pick us up and we’ll go wherever you want. We can even go to the cinema.’ Steve nodded his head and began to talk about the things you could do but you couldn’t here what he was saying.The last time you went to the cinema came back to your memory

It was a Friday night, Eddie exceptionally canceled a campaign to take you to the cinema. You were both seated next to each other in the dark room while The Black Cauldron was projected on the screen. You were completely alone, apparently the movie wasn’t quite a success. But since it was about a fantasy world, you knew Eddie would like it. He was so into the movie that  you couldn’t help but giggle a bit. His eyes gleamed at each scene, you loved seeing him like this. You remembered that at the end of the movie, you both were sobbing messes and you ended the night in his room, curled up again one another.

‘Hey ! Y/N, are you there ?’ You noticed Steve’s hand wavering before your eyes, bringing back to reality. ‘Sorry, it’s just that the last time I set foot in the cinema, I was with Eddie and…’ ‘You don’t need to finish your sentence, Y/N. It’s okay. Just know that we’ll always be there for you and that we can do whatever you want. We just want you to get better.’ You breathed deeply and decided to change the subject. You talked for a bit more, asking how Suzie, Nancy and Vickie were, what were their plans for the summer break, etc… It was now late afternoon. You loved them but when they decided to leave, you were relieved. Once you were alone, you breathed and took your keys. You wasted enough time, you had to hurry. You had to drive to the Reefer’s house first.

During the ride, you thought about how you missed your friends too but even in a crowd, you knew that you would feel alone. You also thought about what you would say to Eddie to make him stay. You knew it would be difficult but it was maybe your only chance. By the time you arrived at the house,the night had fallen. The first thing you noticed was the broken windows. What happened here ? You gently knocked on the door. No one answered. You decided to try to open it. It wasn’t even locked. What you saw inside was outstanding. The walls were littered with holes, the couch was broken just like the tv and some other trinkets. The curtains weren’t there anymore and the coffee table was destroyed. You suddenly feared that someone broke in and hurted Eddie. ‘Eddie !’ You screamed frantically, scared that something happened to him. You looked for him everywhere in the house. He wasn’t there. You really feared the worst. You had to go to Lovers Lake as fast as you could.

Eddie’s POV

Once the night fell, he flew to the graveyard. This place was even more eerie and silent by night. Despite this silence, he still could hear all the animals around but focused more on the thing he was looking for. It didn’t stop him from jumping in surprise when a stray black cat with striking green eyes meowed at him. He always had a soft spot for animals. So he smiled fondly and gently held out his hand and stroked the cat’s ears.The cat didn’t seem afraid of him and purred in delight at the contact of his hand. They stayed a few minutes like this but they soon had to part so Eddie could find what he was looking for in the first place. ‘Sorry buddy, gotta go.’ He said with a last scratch under the cat’s chin. Every twig creaked under his feet at each step, making a terrible noise. He looked at every grave on his path. He grew frustrated. He moved his fingers to distract himself from his thoughts. He really wanted to find it. He needed to find it. He knew it would drive him insane if he didn’t. He already messed up once, he wouldn’t stand a second time. Then he saw it from afar after a few minutes of thorough looking. It was a simple grave, alone under a tree. The picture was pretty sad. It made him sad. So he approached carefully to not trouble the melancholic silence of this corner. There it was. Chrissy’s grave. 

He sat on the ground, trying to find the courage to say something. He breathed one more time and he finally stood up, way too nervous to stay seated, began to pace around and talked.  ‘Hey Chrissy ! How…How you doing ? Well not that good but it’s more of a …Nevermind.I’m really sorry for that night in the trailer. I really wished I'd done something to help you, to save you. But karma bit me in the ass for that.I also hope that you heard my performance the last time. It was for you. We made that son a bitch pay. And…’ He was interrupted by loud laughters at the opposite corner of the graveyard. He carefully made his way toward the source of it and he stopped dead in track. He recognized some of his bullies. They were vandalizing a grave and seemed really proud of themselves. Eddie felt his anger rising in him but he tried to control himself as best as he could. He didn’t want to be a real murderer. He dug his nails in his palms to keep control of his emotions, he breathed deeply. He closed his eyes and thought about Y/N to calm himself down a bit. About her fingers running in his hair, her gentle look, her small smile after a sassy comment. It was working. At each wave of anger, he added another detail of her in his mind, the way she laughed at a stupid joke, her perfume, the taste of toothpaste on her lips for their goodnight kiss .Once she invaded all his senses, he felt the anger washing away from him. He slowly opened his eyes and saw that they weren’t there anymore. Weirdly, his instinct told him to go and see for himself the vandalized grave. He didn’t want to but before he could think of anything, his feet began to move as if they had a mind of their own. So he relanctly walked to his destination. When he arrived, he was speechless and him being speechless was a rare occurrence. Sure he had imagination but he never thought that he would ever see such a thing.

He didn’t know he was holding his breath until a gasp escaped his mouth. It was his grave. His own freaking grave ! And it was covered with graffitis. He didn’t really care about it but knew it might hurt his loved ones to see it like this. He mostly felt weird. ‘So, now I understand the saying “You’ll be late for your own funeral” but it’s quite literal here’ He said with a small chuckle, trying to lighten the situation and  calm the wave of dizziness that overtook him suddenly. He tried to steady himself by putting his hand on the cold marble and breathed slowly. Thoughts were running fast in his mind. He suddenly realized that he had a real funeral. It hitted him like a ton of bricks. It was weird to imagine his loved ones crying over him, mourning him. To feel a little better, he tried to imagine how sexy Y/N was, rocking the little black dress. But then he imagined her broken expression and couldn’t keep his train of thoughts. 

Wayne’s POV 

Once he arrived, he took all the material he needed from the trunk of his car, pushed the creaking gate and tried to find Eddie’s grave. He was almost used to the utter silence he was in since his death so cemetery’s atmosphere didn’t bother him.If only he could have talked to him one last time, to tell him how much he loved him, how proud he was of him, that he knew that he wasn’t a murderer. That’s why he often ended up talking to his grave while cleaning it, as if it was a phone to the afterlife. He always felt stupid afterwards, but it helped him a lot. He often told it how his day was, what happened lately and sometimes read it some music magazine that talked about his favorite groups with the light of a flashlight. That’s how he spent some of his nights when he wasn’t at work. When he was a few meters away from Eddie’s tomb, he saw one of them. The assholes who always degraded his nephew’s grave. He felt the anger boiling in him and he screamed at the top of his lungs. He was too tired to even try catching him but the next time, he’ll make them pay. There was graffiti everywhere.Utter sadness replaced his previous anger. ‘They’ll never let him rest in peace. They’ll never let him…’ He whispered to himself, his voice wavering. He bended his knees and began to wash it without any other word said, his sobs the only sound in the night.

Eddie’s POV

Before he could completely recover, he heard someone approaching and he decided to run away. ‘Yeah you better run asshole ! If I catch you, you’re dead ! You heard me ?! Dead !’ He almost fell when he heard this voice. It was his uncle’s voice. It brought tears to his eyes. He fought himself to not run to him and hug him as hard as he could. He kept running and hid behind a tiny mausoleum. He could see him from where he was. He seemed thinner and really tired. He saw him bending his knees and grabbing a sponge to plunge it in a bucket. He was scrubbing his grave and sometimes wiping his nose with his sleeve. He heard him sniff and he knew it was his cue to leave.Seeing his uncle like this broke him badly. He thought of how tired he looked. Did he spend most of his nights like this ? He felt unworthy of such an effort from his uncle. His heart shattered again but now he had to go to the last gate. He turned his head one last time and whispered 'I love you uncle Wayne'. And he flew away.

The whole flight was tiring with all his poisoned  thoughts draining his energy. He may have gained powers but at the moment his only superpower was to hurt people he loved then beating himself up over it. Sounds masochist, right ? He rubbed his cold hands on his even colder cheeks to wipe eventual tears. With the heaviness of his heart and thoughts, he felt like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders, almost making him take a nosedive. Soon, it would be in the past and it helped him a bit to process. Maybe he’d try to let his new nature take control over him to help him forget what he lost ? He knew deep down that it was hopeless, that he’d fight himself to not become a monster but felt that it was way too late for that. He kept torturing himself then he saw her. Impossible, he was really desperate. His own mind messed with him mercilessly but she seemed real, even through his blurred vision. When he finally landed near Lovers Lake, he wanted to approach this mirage as carefully as he could, afraid to make it disappear. All the thoughts he had in mind vanished, leaving him speechless. He wanted to touch her but feared that she’d dissipate away like mist. Maybe he was slowly changing his mind, maybe it was a sign. His lips quivered a bit as he whispered ‘Y/N ?’. The mirage lifted her head and looked at him.

A/N: I’m working on a part 4

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Defender (1)

~Everything here is just a work fiction. Every person, place, institution, event and etc. is not a representation of any of the real ones. Written purely for entertainment.~

Word count: ~5800

Genre: lore, mystery, alternative universe

Warnings: mild angst (yet), unnoticed loneliness, hidden information from OC/MC, illness, mentions of latin names (I'm sorry, I had to-)

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After several days of migraine, nausea, vomiting and fever, Mikaela could finally spend a day without strong symptoms of his sickness while learning about the structure of the human brain. It was indeed a nerve-wrecking subject which still had solvable mysteries in it and many thought that they would be the one to find an answer to at least one of them in the future.

Mika was like that too. He hoped to discover something new, something significant to engrave his name into the history books of Strictland. Although when he shared this information with a faint smile on his face, his colleague looked at him with a puzzled expression and told him not to smile again. When he thought about it later, also remembering what he was taught in school several years ago, he recalled that it was a sign of an emotion, ‘happiness’. He didn’t even notice it until the other party mentioned the fact that he was showing something like a ‘feeling’. It came naturally, but he didn’t feel what the books described. Although it went somehow like ‘happiness is nothing but a trick to distract our precious mind from trying to gain more knowledge’ which sounded kind of awful when one wanted to become a known researcher.

So, he tried not to think about meaningless things when he finally could rest and train his ‘precious organ’ without having to fight against the virus. It was pretty exhausting to work like that too, being completely isolated and he was only allowed to go in to do crucial parts of the progress. Pig and chicken neurons won’t measure themselves and produce enough ingredients to work, will they?

When he finished a part about the eighth, vestibulocochlear nerve, he got up to make some nutritious supper while listening to the radio’s news. He usually paid attention to the evening programme, mainly because he had the most time in that interval and he developed this habit.

Hearing that nothing unordinary happened, besides people making bad or reasonable decisions again, he went back to his book to continue the previous topic. It was timely as well, since most of his migraine was located next to his nerve VIII. He only scoffed a little silently because he had no problems with his hearing and the doctors assured him that his health should be restored after a few days or maybe 1-2 weeks of rest, at max. It had nothing to do with his brain nerves.

Soon, the young man felt sleepiness creeping up to him. He finished the current part (“The colliculus inferior and cell types”), put down the now closed book and headed straight to the shower.

In fact, he was a man of habits. He woke up around the same time every day and went to bed in the evening as well, after eating a meal that won’t upset his body or brain. He had to work six days a week which meant he could only improve his knowledge about human anatomy in his little free time, so he tried to use all of it to the maximum extent. He needed to provide enough energy to his body to function effectively, therefore he rarely forgot to eat or drink, although he had to pay extra attention to his posture, which tended to be similar to the Pandulus borealis, aka the northern prawn’s shape.

He also liked talking to himself. Pretty much. Even in his workplace, but fortunately, his colleagues were sort of maximalists as well, so they didn't pay much attention to him and they didn’t have to spend 10 hours together inside one room either. The separation and required workaholic mindset solved this problem. It didn’t help Mikaela take good care of his throat though, even the intelligent scientist wondered sometimes why his vocal chords hurt when he excused himself after clearing his throat.

When something wasn’t going right or was distracting to his mind, he got somewhat disoriented that wasn’t left unnoticed by the others around him. A researcher suggested once a ‘mental disorder’ test, that ‘can analyse up to 200+ diseases with a high accuracy’. Mikaela declined this rather too pushy offer and just practised staying rational in those weird situations.

During his quick, cold shower, he was thinking about his life. He went through it from time to time, just to imagine himself as a lead doctor in the Academy’s main laboratory. It always caused a convenient biochemical reaction in his body. As he was a scientist himself, he tested this in the office with the most equipment. He did this during a short break instead of going for a walk in the simple garden so he only had time to check the dopamine and cortisol levels. The first was higher than what was written in his medical report and the latter one was lower.

He didn’t even notice the small smile sitting on his lips as he put his toothbrush back to its place after finishing the fancy thought and walked to the bed with a bottle of water in his hand. A newspaper awaited him on his nightstand that included the happenings in his area. He speedily ran though some pages but nothing significant was in it. His gaze lingered around the pictures of some rebellious individuals and a photo collection of a new historical event. He swore to visit it when it opened and he had a day off before putting the paper down and steadily slipping into the territory of sleeping.

His first, supposedly freshly healed day started off with another headache. Although it was different from the ones haunting him during his illness, it still left Mikaela in a less organised state. At least it disappeared right after he drank a shot of the usual whole body ‘booster’ dosage, as some called it.

He ate a protein rich breakfast, packed his lunch and the prescribed immunity system support tablets, then he walked to the institute. Most workers lived a few blocks away in order to make it easier to approach the building. Generally, people had to stay near the place they had to visit almost every day, such as the office or the factory. This way, the government saved a lot of money, just as the residents. It was only rational like this.

The day was pretty normal, Mikaela didn’t have to stop as many times as he thought he would and most of his coworkers greeted him with professionalism, although some seemed to behave differently. Since he didn’t have to meet those often, he simply didn’t think about it more. They were probably either scared of getting ill as well or thought it was wrongful to let somebody rest this much without giving them a warning.

His research was going more or less well, most of his material was kept neatly and his absence only caused them to have more time to adjust to the new environment. Not like it meant anything, many scientists just leave their subjects alone to die without having to use anything and still collecting data from them. Yet, Mikaela couldn’t really agree with them. His main test substances were cells, mostly neurons from different animals but he couldn’t bring himself to just let them perish from not getting enough one of their primary needs.

After all, his job was at that time to grow organoids to run different kinds of experiments on them to discover what part of them reacts to various factors which could happen to the real organism. He had heard about a person two days ago in another section of the company who was assigned with the lead team in studying ‘emotions’ and how to stop their harmful effects. The fact that he was almost completely separated from the others was the really strange part of the news. Despite that it was probably because he could focus more on the research and the chance of distractions or reactions was lowered significantly. He had to be a pretty remarkable person, since usually only one person got this promotion out of a hundred chosen scientists a year.

Mikaela was inspired to work harder from that point on to achieve that title too. By this driving thought, he continued planning out several tests to perform after the current one ended. Or if he got the permission to start another one in the meantime, during it. Many were running at least two experiments at the same time to have results ready faster, but only those got authorization who proved themselves worthy and collected enough to divide their attention. Or, more like, divide their time into two or more segments and they only focus on the one they wanted to, then jump into the other task with full force.

This section’s main commission was to examine livestock and other useful animals to enhance their nutrition score, then with the additional time and money, to provide more information about their nervous system, hormones and yet not 100% known regions.

This is how Mikaela got his job. He specialised in the human brain, but his knowledge was proven worth in this field as well because his goal object in his tender was to improve the encephalon’s nutrient uptake that can help with mental performance based on the support of the modification of molecules found in food.

Still, his thirst for human anatomy was not fulfilled with only reading and watching detailed videos of it. He wanted more. It is why he pursued a long-wanted dream of his, especially after he had just heard that somebody was randomly promoted to such a crucial position.

Maybe this is why his next week was spent mainly in the institution, under the artificial lights’ cold touch. But he wasn’t really different from the people working there, he was used to this environment and found purpose in it. If the particular test was successful or could at least give him some new information. Naturally, it was an impossible task since most experiments will be a failure at first, and only after some tries, can it be fruitful and stay consistent. Or one might have to give up that specific test for some time, if it is proven impossible at the moment.

Despite that it seemed like Mikaela’s efforts were rewarded with more and more answers, he still had a long way to go. But that day, he sensed something. He was a little bit more sloppy than before, less efficient and his mind occasionally wanted to turn itself off, like it got tired of thinking so much. But it has been functioning like this for decades, what’s the meaning behind the change?

The silent evening reading sessions were getting worse and worse too. Mikaela felt like his head was going to burst if he looked at one more paragraph in the suddenly thick looking book. He still enjoyed knowing more and not so common facts, but the dry, monotonous hours made him exhausted sooner than normally.

He began wondering, was this the aftereffect of the virus? He even questioned it at the appropriate person but he was reassured of being physically fine and it might be just a sign of retirement. Mika blinked a few times at this, because he was not used to these ‘bad jokes’ as some scientists called this kind of behaviour. After the explanation, he left with an even heavier chest - which has never happened before.

Fortunately, a few things could actually help to make this weight vanish. He listened more to the radio’s news and read more papers about not only scientific topics, but everyday events. Making food got longer as it was easier to do too instead of learning. He hasn’t abandoned his habits though, everything was going similarly with some changes in the activities.

Next day, he had to visit the industrial doctor because all of the colleagues he met informed him how pale he was. Even though he didn’t recognise any physical abnormality, the only strange thing was the supposedly existing pressure on his sternum and costae. He told this the medic as soon he was asked about any pain in his upper body, excluding his heart and head. An unidentified light flashed through her eyes, immediately disappearing after half a second.

Mikaela had to be discharged without any concrete results because she couldn’t find anything wrong either, but she looked like she wanted to say one more thing before letting the man go. In the end, she just closed her mouth, took a deeper breath and told him to be careful, it might be only some exhaustion but it could also mean a much worse disease.

With these weird words, his concentration dropped again. He didn’t even finish his lunch, the same type he eats everyday, destroying it to the last bite usually. ‘What’s wrong with my properly calculated portion? Did I make a mistake while making it? Or were the eggs larger, perhaps?’ Mikaela thought as he was stimulating a chicken heart organoid which was commissioned by another food processing company’s head assistant. A few important sponsors and patrons liked eating chicken heart containing meals as it had a convenient bite size and nutritious, ideal to consume regularly. In fact, Mikaela was also a fan of them since he could include them easily in his diet, although he didn’t do it that often. He preferred chicken breast, fish and eggs for some reason.

Seeing how the little heart reacted to different signals, did not help his appetite. He tried to suppress the thoughts of him being defective with the explanation of ‘I have used this ingredient in my own meals, and we get too many orders over the last years in connection with chickens. It is repetitive and not a real challenge.’ Another word popped into his mind as he was chasing away the other ones. ‘Boring’. He remembered it from a distant memory where a kid was saying it elongated. It happened probably during a lesson because an older voice lectured the child quickly. Being bored literally means the person feels a defined emotion and can express it as well. Which is pretty bad around here.

Luckily, a newcomer’s question broke him off this train of thoughts. The man has just finished learning in Prestige Academy and was already accepted for this government job as a full-time working researcher at the ‘human emotions’ fraction. He had to show more of his best to be able to stay there. But what was he doing here, again?

“Excuse me Mikaela-ssi, but I have been given the task of checking on workers who were forced to take a sick leave. I only have a few questions to ask, may you have the time for this quick survey at the moment?” The younger one was not too organised, maybe he hasn’t gone to many people yet. Even though his section is far away from Mikaela’s... There were probably only a few cases in the last month, nothing else.

“Sure, just give me a minute to put my equipment into a sterilising chamber.” The Gallus gallus domesticus organoid observing male did it promptly and neatly to secure the normal depuration. “Thank you for your patience, I can pay attention now without a problem.”

“Thank you too. First question; are all of the symptoms gone or do you still notice some changes in your health?” Mikaela of course answered honestly, even mentioning the light weight feeling on his chest. He didn’t see the same unknown light in the other one’s eyes appearing too, as it did in the doctor's.

“Okay. This is not uncommon in the cases of getting infected with a virus still in the testing phase, unfortunately. Second question; have you felt any changes in your work or everyday life?” It was a slightly strange thing to ask. The context was right but something simply wasn’t on track fully, although Mikaela couldn’t wrap his head around this matter.

He had to give an appropriate response though. “Well, truth to be told, only smaller ones. The biggest change is getting exhausted faster than before, but I also had to rearrange my schedule at home a little bit.”

“Could you elaborate more on the altered schedule?” Was heard the sudden interjection of the younger man. Mikaela had to blink twice to react quickly.

“Yes, of course. For example, the duration of making food got longer and I read more news instead of scientific books. I still do the latter one as well, but not as much as previously. My habits stayed the same nonetheless.” He tried to answer earnestly but the weight got somewhat heavier on his upper body.

The other party only nodded, finally looking away to write it down on his sheet. “I see, thank you.” The strange glow flickered. “Third question, based on your previous response; have you seen or heard anything in the news that was outstanding in any way?”

Mikaela’s head started to hurt, yet again. “No, not really. It’s more like I find the news more appealing after working.” Why would any of them stand out? It didn’t sound necessary to his illness and healing process.

The survey contained a few more questions, as he could tell by glancing at the paper secretly. “Okay. Fourth one; has anybody, who looks unreliable, approached you?” Mika simply said no since he didn’t know anymore what kind of questions were these.

“Thank you. Last one; what do you feel in general?” Did he make a mistake when looking at the sheet and there weren’t more questions in reality?

The older one had to blink more before answering. “My physical conditions are normal, I am able to do my daily exercises as well without serious problems and there doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with my immune system either.” That not promising light got weaker at the end of Mikaela’s sentence in the other’s iris. One couldn’t tell if it was good or bad.

The newbie nodded a bigger one and finished writing. “Thank you very much for your cooperation and time, Mikaela-ssi. You will receive your report within two days.” He almost stepped away before stopping his movement. “Ah, and have a nice day.” 

Mikaela’s head tilted faintly to the right without him noticing. “Ah, thank you for your time as well and… have a nice day. Is it another practice at the Human Emotions Department?”

The younger one’s moderately narrowed eyes weren't overlooked by the blue-eyed person. Even if he didn’t have any clue what they meant. “Something similar. Goodbye.” And the newcomer was already walking away, leaving a rapidly blinking Mikaela behind in the laboratory.

Something was off. He could tell, but had no idea what. Experiencing two similar things during the same day was almost impossible to be a simple coincidence. As the figure completely disappeared, Mika quickly noted down everything they had said and tried to write down what happened at the nursery too. He might encounter more strange events in the future and he can connect the dots - if there are any.

Concentrating on his project was almost useless with these new, odd phenomenas in his mind. Fortunately, he only had two hours left until his clocking out so he finished the important parts and left almost right away. In fact, he usually went home late after the end of his working hours but he hoped nobody would take it as a sign of something bad. He just needs more time after the long break. That is why they have to do these tests on him. To make sure he can continue working as an efficient person.

With many racing thoughts in his head, he headed home. Even went for a longer walk to improve his physical health even sooner, and to clear out anything that had been restricting him these days.

He couldn’t recall where this idea came from. Was it in a health related article or in a newspaper’s biology section? He only seemed to remember a blurry picture of a paper, with a running man on it. His mind was failing him once again, he usually could recite what he read a few days ago, but this time, it was just like a part of a dream.

He shrugged it off as he started walking faster, which felt exceptionally great at the moment. The air wasn’t contaminated as much as it usually was on weekdays, said the report coming from the speakers on the walls. Somebody was always on duty, telling the latest and most important events to keep the citizens updated. It was a first class way to have everything as organised as it can be, for example, proficiently preventing accidents.

After a good half an hour walk, he returned to his home to rest as well. Mikaela quickly took a detour to the store before that to restock the ingredients he uses the most and to buy more immune system supporting ones. Those ones aren’t his exact type but he knew some recipes to make use of them. They were also more expensive.

Arriving at the flat, he immediately headed to the kitchen after washing his hands and face. First thing first, the soup - an abundant soup of vegetables and collagen rich bones and meat. He made it extra spicy since certain ones, like ginger, can really boost the body when it’s needed. The second meal was a stranger one, but he had a weird taste to begin with. He prepared spinach and salmon, and tried to top it with fresh lemon juice and plump but he rather put it aside for his tea after the filling dinner. Ginger tea and lemon go with each other, if one’s taste buds like them.

The black haired man had to collapse into his sofa to avoid sleeping on the floor or at the table. Had to pay more attention to his posture too, and turning into a new life form with a bent back wasn’t his goal. He slowly turned on the radio to have something to listen to as he closed his eyelids.

He didn’t even make an attempt to fool himself. He was way too tired to properly process what they are saying in the show. Was it the weather cast? Or the news? Or an informative one? The last thing he heard was something about ‘black piranhas’ or what and his brain suddenly jumped into the darkness.

Around three hours later, he suddenly got woken up by a random noise, although Mikaela wasn’t sure that it wasn’t only in his dreams as he dreamt about him being clumsy in the laboratory. Don’t let an elephant into a porcelain shop, he thought to himself as he tried blinking and rubbed his face. His sleepy mind randomly recalled a saying that his parents usually told him in his childhood.

Since it was already evening, he quickly washed the dishes, put the remaining food into the fridge for tomorrow and after, if it lasted, then went to grab the vacuum cleaner. As he finished his usual routine, because he needed it to keep order in his apartment, the man with light coloured irises was eyeing the mop as well. He really didn’t feel like doing it pshysically, but it was time to wipe the floor shiny. With a strong exhale, he began the operation.

Don’t squish all of the water out, let it wet the consistent dirt, it will soak it in anyway and one can just easily swipe with the mop and it’s gone. If not, repeat the process until one's eyes get dry from staring at that one spot too intensely to make sure it’s really not there anymore. For the naked eye, at least.

The poor radio was still saying its things in the background while the male was tidying as fast as a dying coral. A woman with a high pitched but somehow smooth voice told the audience about the new achievements in nanotechnology, then a man was interviewed who was a professional in hearing implants. The next member on this show introduced himself as a soon-to-be doctor who is currently studying and practising to be a special ophthalmologist, determined to bring light into more and more people’s nervous system through an artificial ‘eye’.

Despite these topics being pretty interesting, Mikaela had to concentrate on doing his chores and he only listened to it half as well as typically. He noticed a faint pain on the side of his head when he finally sat down, but it had been there for minutes, based on the stage of the physical feeling. Did it appear during the nanotechnology results’ short but compact summary or was it when the next one started talking about the diversity of problems that can cause the hearing to deteriorate and the many reasons behind the complete loss of it?

Because he could only try to measure the time accurately, he gave up on determining the exact time and wrote “Was doing normal household chores and didn’t notice it right away. Estimated headache duration: 20-35 minutes.” down in his ‘Health check’ notebook.

The whole flat was looking glamorous, he even cleaned the blinders. One can not be careful enough when it comes down to respiratory problems caused by dust or mould, although it was already the middle of spring.

Plopping on the sofa again, he exhaustedly glanced at the book he was reading in the last few days, then the newspaper, with all thoughts lost. It was soon time to sleep, why bother with doing it? ‘Maybe the paper, that should be fine before showering, I only have less than half an hour to do anything…’ He said to himself in his mind.

However, after a long and deep sigh, he grabbed the print and thudded back into the seat, sitting as normally as he could to help his spine, respiratory and digestive system. At least this was his excuse. Soon, his eyes widened a little bit as he was reading the articles. The young man found one about the human emotion cancelling program where a previous beggar, who even used drugs, successfully became a doctor in cardiac surgery.

The whole situation was exceptional, because they usually get dragged to the disposal site to make one last use of them. But a bunch of lucky ones got the chance to live another life, as a working and ordinary person in this society. If it could continue in the future, more and more lost minds could be integrated back to the public as normal people. Isn’t it the most reasonable solution to this problem?

But one shouldn’t run right into a good looking wall, head on, as soon as something new happens. It will take a long time and a lot of persuasion to actually achieve this goal. Endless hours of paperwork, permissions, approvals, results, presentations, public opinion, countless subjects and still, nothing would be guaranteed. Maybe the said person who graduated as a doctor, had already been at university for years but something caused him to quit it and the downfall began. What if the majority of those people hasn’t even put their feet into a school building or they aren’t even motivated the slightest to change?

Mikaela then moved onto the next news, because thinking about this wasn’t his job yet, despite the goals of his. His brain couldn’t process the first sentence as he was still brooding over this possibility and the thought of a new application to work in that department.

The light eyed one had to read it again because of that, of course. Then he just blinked quickly a few more times. The article was about a criminal organisation who wanted to spread the disease - human emotions. They call themselves the “Black Pirates” and they are overly dangerous since they would even use violence to make the residents of Strictland feel those threatening things. The writer included the known pictures of the main members, eight men, dressed in black, as the name suggested. If anybody sees them, they have to report it right away so the community can stop an epidemic of human emotions that might even end this world.

Mika stopped blinking faster than he usually does but at the same time, he didn’t notice his brows getting knitted. He found it absolutely irrational to cause the society to fall over some ‘feelings’ that can even hinder people. He was completely okay as a normal, emotionless person, working a useful and brain training job before going home to make food, read interesting books and news. Imagining the havoc it would cause if he tried to spread this theoretical disease made him shake his head as a sign of disapproval.

The man rather just finished reading the article, then jumped onto the next one to stop his mind running around this topic. What a useless thing to do if they could just live their lives in this paradise where everything is in order. Fortunately, the next subject was a better option to read before going to bed since it shared the results of ecological wins regarding bigger towns. A certain group gave their all in to upgrade the water system and many reported seeing the more sensitive species habiting the waters again, after decades.

The last conscious thoughts of Mikaela were about the re-education of defective ones and the walk he will take on the weekend to check on those new-old species. The rebellious gang didn’t cross his mind more than once, and only to recall the features he had to report if he saw them.

Since the weather cast had a high accuracy, he took their advice during the following days. He put aside the warmer clothes and only brought one plus sweater when he went to actually see the wildlife mentioned in the newspaper and overall the whole area as well. Mikaela made sure to carefully examine everything he wrote down in his notebook. He even added things he was able to notice, took pictures of many things to organise them later in a community group’s article. Numerous people uploaded information there to share it with the world and to document it easily.

A week later he finished this little project. He thought he had done a good job after gathering much data and comparing them to others’ studies and results. Of course, it was just a free-time programme to do but he still wanted to give his best. After all, he already had a connection to animals, why not upgrade his knowledge by spending more time in nature? It was also recommended by the main face of the health facility to go out more, which was heard on radio or on the streets and seen on the television a few times a day, but they suggested this strictly only for scientific reasons. No matter how bad the weather was.

Many went out even in a storm to collect enough information for their project. But most people spent the majority of their freetime in their blindfolded houses or flats. Mikaela didn't even know how other people lived their daily lives. Based on what he had heard from his colleagues, they spent their time similarly like him after work. 

He just shrugged his shoulders unconsciously before checking out the document for hidden mistakes and misspelt words, with his references opened on other sites. The days were grey almost all of the time anyway, there was no meaning of trying to do something more sensible. One was fine in the apartment, reading or doing chores, for example. He didn't need anything else to live and it was completely normal.

The success rate of his experiment got higher after he exercised his brain more in the afternoons, with the observation of the endangered species, the environment and reading much more of this topic on the net. His mind seemed to work perfectly again. He could breathe fine, just like before.

He didn't get any more strange surveys or questions either, so he thought he passed them and that there was no problem with him. It was simply a little aftereffect of the still not fully tested virus. The chances of him being a danger to the others were low to begin with, but when he got the last special medical report, where everything was good, he stopped thinking about it more than it was necessary to do.

His co-workers also didn't avoid him as much as during the last few weeks. He got into more conversations in scientific news or also regarding their own tests, which was a great way to improve one’s knowledge and way of seeing the world. Or, if not the world's, but a small project's that he was doing, too. Life went back to completely normal, and the weird pressure was gone from his chest too.

Mikaela stuck to his habits strictly most of the time, but he was able to be flexible about changing them or rarely even replacing one with another. The former one happened with observing the local species and reading newspapers. He didn't replace the latter though, it was simply reduced and relocated in other sessions. The subjects of his books stayed more or less the same, but he put his hands on more ecological ones to improve his view of the real universe.

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The middle-tall man was peacefully working on a new song he wanted to release soon. The pinch was decided a long time ago, but something was still missing. The problem probably lied in the rhythm of the drums itself, although he felt like something else was off.

After hours of trying to figure it out, he dropped down his pencil and smashed his head not so violently into the half wooden, half plastic desk. He truly was tired and the fact that he had been doing this painful, not so fruitful brainstorming for days straight during the nights after work, did not exactly help the man.

He exhaustedly glanced at his phone which showed him three unread messages from his brother, whom he hadn't seen for probably two months now. The thin figure slowly regained his power to sit sort of normally and answered the other one.

His brother wanted to meet him before the male and his group had to go on another tour, again, and also, maybe even to go home for a family lunch. The sleepily blinking one felt his chest getting tighter, his throat getting stuffed with a non-existent material and he just made one blink longer to think it through.

True, he will have time after next week. Yes, that could be just fine. Meeting his beloved ones might even charge him up a little bit. After fighting the urge to actually fall asleep, he typed it down to his brother, who was pretty happy based on his unsually qiuck reply.

The younger one smiled, with much love in it, and told the older sibling that he will go now to sleep, finally. The other man urged him to do it, half-jokingly scolding him for torturing himself like this again, and again. But both of them knew that the musician loved doing his job, with all his might and would even fight the whole world to bring this sensations to others.

#ateez #ateez fanfiction #ateez lore #mikaela #i hope i can write all of it #it will be angst dw #mikaela and his bizarre adventures with ateez #z #defender

[voicefromthecorner]

...What.

WHAT!?

SHOKA IS SWALLOW!?

...SHOKA IS SWALLOW!

Okay, let’s back up here! Everybody be cool! Give me a sec to process this!

Alright, so to touch base on Swallow theories, I had been almost completely convinced Swallow was Joshua until someone told to me I was misgendering Swallow the one time I forgot to refer to them as “they/them” as a result of being convinced Swallow was Joshua.

So as a result of that, I became almost immediately convinced that Swallow must be Coco. My logic thus far has always been “Swallow = major character from behind the scenes” because if Swallow was someone close by, we’d obviously know that, right? Right!?

But then we actually met Coco in the story and I realised at once what a blitheringly stupid theory that was of me to have because there’s obviously no way it’s her. The same encounter discounted the idea that it could be Tsugumi somehow.

Honestly, after that, I just kind of stopped thinking about it. Almost forgot about Swallow with everything else that’s been happening. But I never would have thought for a second that it’d be someone in the party, let alone Shoka! I mean, “Rindragon”? It can’t have taken her long to figure out that it was Rindo she was talking to. The coincidences would have piled up. She’s definitely known for a lot longer than Rindo did, since he’s just finding it out now. I had always assumed that if it was someone in the party, they would have said something, and Shoka in particular became really close to-

Oh.

Oh......

Oh Rindo and Shoka’s relationship just got so much better.

Shoka’s motivations were always a set of conflicted feelings about her love for the city and her family dynamic with the Reapers. She was definitely inspired by the success of the Wicked Twisters and that led her to betting her career as a Reaper on them for sure.

But in the midst of those conflicts and feelings was her dynamic with Rindo, which started off as a bunch of barbed teasing that always seemed to have led to her developing an honest liking for Rindo, maybe even a crush, that caused her friendship with him to seem particularly personal from the start.

That always seemed believable enough on its own, but now it makes even more sense! Somewhere during Week 2 at the latest, she figured out that Rindo was her FanGO friend, a longtime friend of hers for the three years that she’s been in Shibuya! She switched sides and developed a very close bond with Rindo because she knew what Rindo’s learning now - that they already had a bond!

And of course she didn’t tell him. She’s Shoka. The awkwardness of it aside that she’d likely want to avoid, she was probably hoping to save it for after they were in the clear, if she said it at all. Though from what she says here, it sounds like she was hoping the two of them could play it together IRL. A humble hope for the future like that is honestly so sweet!

I always thought Swallow being Rindo’s friend starting from 3 years ago was suspicious and made it likely that Swallow was a Joshua-like figure in the story that was manipulating Rindo. But it’s better than that. It is a coincidence, but Shoka/Swallow found Rindo on FanGO shortly after coming to Shibuya while looking for a new friend in her new city. And that new friend happened to be a friend that Rindo really needed in his life.

And now the two of them in their respective circumstances have met in real life, fought together until they’re the last two standing and are currently dying together in the destruction of the city that they met in.

I’m not sure when I’ll be getting over all of that, but today is not that day!

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