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beenbaanbuun · 2 months

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seventeen maknae line’s reaction to their youngest member not taking care of themselves

genre - fluff

warnings - talk about unhealthy eating habits, diet culture, sleep problems

lee seokmin

would anyone be surprised if i say that dk would be on you like a fucking rash if he notices a single thing out of the ordinary with you

like even if it’s just you being forgetful, this absolute angel of a man will 100% take the time and effort to seek you and and check on you

so when you sleep through your alarm and forget breakfast one morning, it’s no surprise when you wake up to seokmin’s face

“are you feeling alright?” he asks, voice gentle as he studies your sleepy face, “you missed breakfast…”

and of course you nod, because you’re feeling fine, but it doesn’t stop him from being concerned

“late night,” you reply as you sit up on your bed and rub your face, “must’ve just slept through my alarm, minnie.”

you say it to calm him down and stop him from worrying, but you only make it worse

“late night?” he sits down on your bed and grabs your hand, “couldn’t you sleep? is something on your mind? do i need to talk to someone for you?”

and you can’t help but laugh because trust seokmin to blow it out of proportion

you just lean into him and hug him as you tell him how grateful you are to have someone who cares so much

“i’m fine though, minnie,” you squeeze him, “i just needed to beat wonwoo’s high score in mario kart…”

kim mingyu

he’s someone i can see accidentally taking care of you

like he hasn’t even noticed the fact that you’ve started to be a little too strict with your diet and yet somehow he’s managing to make sure you’re eating enough

like i can see him cooking a meal and without even realising you haven’t eaten yet, he calls you over to try it

and the big baby blows on it and feeds it to you like to overly attentive friend/self-claimed big brother that he is

“open wide, kiddo,” he grins as you follow his instructions, “here comes the aeroplane!”

he only narrowly dodges the kick you aim at his shins…

and you have to admit that the food is good, and even if you don’t necessarily want to eat, you’re in a difficult situation

you can’t say it’s bad and deny it because then you’ll upset him, but you also can’t say it’s good and deny it because then he’ll make you take it anyway

best thing for you to do is just accept the food and move on

you promise you’ll try harder with your diet tomorrow

but as you walk away with the bowl of food, you know you won’t be able to - not with mingyu around

xu minghao

i mentioned minghao briefly in the hyung line one and i stand by what i said

this man monitors your diet like a hawk!!

not in a weird ‘you shouldn’t eat too much’ sort of way, but he likes to make sure you’re treating your body kindly

like he watches that you’re not eating too much of a bad thing, but he also likes to check that you’re not eating too little

literally follows you around with a piece of fruit in his bag for when you inevitably complain about being hungry

“oranges are a great source of vitamin c,” he says when he sees you pout at the fruit, “and i know you don’t get enough of that. now eat up!”

and if he sees you even eyeing up an energy drink, you best prepare yourself for the lecture of your life

“do you know how much caffeine is in one of these?” he hold the half drunk can in your face, “too much! if you’re tired, sleep more. god knows you need it…”

little do you know, he monitors your sleep too…

drags you out to do meditation with him if he sees that you’re up too late, knowing that by the time he’s finished you’ll be completely knocked out

he’ll complain about having to drag your tired body to bed yet again, but you can’t see the smile he wears as he tucks you in and wishes you a good night

boo seungkwan

i can see seungkwan as being very overly-attentive to your mental health more than anything else

like sure, he wants to make sure you’re taking care of your physical health too, but he knows that if you’re not there’s probably a deeper reason

so when he sees you arrive at practice one morning with deep eye bags and a frown, he is all over you in minutes

“bad sleep?” he asks as he ruffles your hair. you shrug, but he doesn’t mind. you don’t have to agree for him to know that he’s right, “want to talk about it?”

you sigh, knowing there’s no way of escaping his line of questioning

“i thought it was about time i went on a diet,” you say simply as you drop your bag in the corner, “i was up late researching what diet would be best.”

he scoffs and rolls his eyes, clearly dismayed with your words

“and why do you think you need to diet?” he says with a stern look on his face and you realise you’re not going to get out of this easily

all you can do is explain your thought process, and while he listens to every word you say, it’s obvious he’s more than upset

“if you want to do this, i cant stop you,” he says when you’re finished, “but i want you to do it for the right reasons, and i want you to do it healthily.”

chwe hansol

i think vernon would take care of you a lot, but you might not always notice since he does it silently

like this man will not express his worries about you not looking after yourself, he’ll just try his hardest to solve it

you’re not eating enough? he makes sure to put more meat on your plate during meal times

you’re not sleeping enough? he puts some melatonin gummies on your nightstand

you’re not drinking enough? you’re the first person he seeks out during breaks to offer a bottle of water to

it might take you a while to notice just how much he’s taking care of you at first, but when you do you always go out of your way to thank him

but you take a leaf out of his own book, and do it a little differently

“someone gave me some melatonin,” you say to seungcheol, but just loud enough that vernon can hear, “it helped so much! like, whoever it was is a hero.”

your eyes keep flickering over to vernon the whole time you’re talking, just so he knows that you know it’s him

and sure, he doesn’t do it for the praise, but he can’t deny it’s nice when you’re hyping him up anonymously to the other members

lee chan

this man will be your partner in crime and i guarantee he can and will absolutely use that against you if he needs to

like he insists on you two doing everything together and if you say you’re not doing anything? well neither is he!

and of course, when chan says he’s not going to eat dinner because you’re not, you feel so incredibly guilty that you decide that you decide maybe you shouldn’t skip the meal

“if you’re not hungry, then i’m not hungry!” he folds his arms and stares you down

“chan, that’s not how it works,” you scoff as you scan over some lyric sheets you’d been tasked to memorise, “if you’re hungry, go eat.”

he shakes his head and stays glued to his chair with a smirk

“we do everything together,” he says, “and if you’re being irresponsible and skipping meals, then we’ll do that together too!”

and whilst his logic makes no sense, you know he means it

so of course you push your work to the side and follow him out of the room to get dinner together

and when you’re up too late working too hard, chan is right by your side throughout the whole thing, refusing to sleep until you do

and it’s frustrating because you want to take care of chan just as much as he wants to take care of you

so you eat all your meals, and sleep a healthy amount, and drink as much water as you can and it’s annoying, but if it’s keeping chan healthy then you’re happy

#seventeen fanfic #seventeen fluff #seventeen oneshots #seventeen x reader #seventeen reactions #seventeen 14th member #seventeen addition #seventeen added member

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shujohajohaminnie · 7 months

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Sooner

Pairing: Seungmin x fem!reader

Genre:Smut, Kinda Fluffy (Maybe)

Content: 18+ Minors dni

Word Count: 2523

P.O.V: Both 1st and 2nd hope it’s not confusing

Summary: Seungmin has a big crush on you, You have a big crush on him. Both parties unknowing. Will he tell you after seeing you half-naked? Will you tell him?

A/N: I did re-read it but I probably missed something because I’m tired.

Afab!reader, Profanity, Slight pet name (2), Use of sir (1), Blowjob, Raw sex

“COME ON DON’T DO THIS TO ME” I whined banging the washer. It’s been three hours into my laundry day and I’ve washed zero loads. My washer would work like normal then spontaneously shut off after ten minutes. I’d unplug it from the wall hoping that it would fix the problem, only for it to run for just a couple minutes then shut off without warning. I’ve put off doing laundry for weeks solely for the reason that I knew I was going to struggle with my six-year-old washer and dryer. As much as I needed a new set they weren’t cheap and unfortunately, money didn’t fall from the sky. Fortunately for me, my second home / best friend's dorm has a perfectly good washer and dryer. I loaded my clothes into my car and made my way to Hyunjin's dorm hoping they weren’t using it.

“Y/n?” Seungmin looked at me confused as he opened the door, “Hyunjin’s not here” He opened the door wider letting me in. I took off my shoes leaving them by the door, grabbing my slippers from my designated cubby space. “Where is he… where is everyone?” I looked around noticing the silence. “They’re recording in the studio today” “You didn’t go?” “I finished early, Chan Hyung let me come home early 'cause I had a headache, so I came and took a little nap” “Did I wake you… I’m sorry…do you want me to make you a tea, do you want me to make you lunch” “It's fine my headache it passed” “Oh that's good… I didn’t come to see Hyunjin… I came to see your washer and dryer” “My washer and dryer?” “Mine officially gave out… do you think I can borrow yours” “Uh”

Seungmin hesitated he knew the process of you doing your laundry. You’d always ended up in only a towel as you threw the clothes you were wearing into your last load. You’d take clothes from your first load and take a shower. The reason being you wanted a clean body in clean clothes while also wanting to wash every piece of clothing you had. But what confused him every time was why didn’t you shower right after the first one came out while your other loads were going on, why did you wait until your last one? It didn’t bother Seungmin before, but lately, he’s seen you in a new light. To be completely honest he’s always had a crush on you, ever since Hyunjin introduced you as his best friend to the group he thought you were the prettiest woman he’s ever seen. But lately, his crush has only gotten worse since game night last week, when you were dared to kiss who you thought was the cutest boy in the room. Instead of going for who he thought were the more obvious choices you came straight for him placing a soft kiss on his cheek. Did you really think he was the cutest, did you feel the same way he felt for you? He couldn’t risk seeing you in just your towel and-

“Seungmin?” he was pulled away from his thoughts seeing you looking up at him with those eyes. God how he loved when you begged with your eyes, he’d make you beg for everything and anything just to see those eyes, knowing very well he’d give you whatever you wanted anyway. “You sure you’re good?” “What yeah I’m fine” “So can I use your washer and dryer or not” Say no say no “Yeah of course” Fuck. “Thanks” You smiled hurrying out the door to get your clothes before he could change his mind.

“Thank you again for letting me wash my clothes here min, means a lot” I smiled placing my hand on his arm as I looked at him. He looked so hot in his grey sweats and black T-shirt. Even the most basic of clothes looked great on him. Truth be told I’ve had a crush on Seungmin for a long time the only reason for my silence on the topic being that I didn’t know if he felt the same. He was so hard to read at times all the time. I often found myself questioning whether he liked me despite the boys telling me he did. They could easily be messing with me, getting my hopes up to make a fool out of myself, But they could also be right. I noticed the way a blush crept on his cheeks after I kissed him at game night last week. Was it because he liked me, or because he was embarrassed in the sense that I just kissed him in front of all his closest friends. “Yeah of course… you know you’re always welcome here…we should give you a key at this point” he laughed placing his hand over mine. What is going on?

What was he doing? He panicked and did what he thought was right, placing his hand over yours. You looked so perfect and made him so nervous he suddenly felt so bold in touching you right back. “I-I’m gonna go take a shower…I’ll leave the door unlocked… just in case you need me” “I’ll keep that in mind” You spoke softly, that perfect smile he loved so much making him feel weak in the knees. You pulled away first, walking toward the laundry room just a couple of doors down from the bathroom.

It was last load time, you carried your last load in your hands as you passed the bathroom door, the singing stopped, instead it was replaced by moans? You pressed your ear to the door hearing it clearly. Seungmin was moaning in the shower. “Fuck y/n” Were you hearing him correctly did he just moan your name? “Y/nnnnn” that was most definitely your name. You took the moment not wasting a second. You ran to the laundry room throwing the last pile of clothes in along with the one still on your body. You wrapped yourself around your towel heading straight towards him. You opened the door quietly, dropping the towel and slipping in the shower. You see him there stroking his hard cock eyes shut tight, your name still slipping past his lips. “Need help?” He jumped almost slipping on the water looking at your face… not daring to look further down. “Y-Y/n what are you doing here?” “You said to come in if I needed you… well, I need you min. I really need you” You whispered stepping closer to him with that same smile that was guaranteed to drive him insane. You could almost see it, the switch clicking in his head as he quickly grabbed your waist pinning you to the wall. “Is this what you wanted?” he whispered kissing your lips passionately.

“Yes” I breathed out as he kissed my neck moving down to my chest. He moved a hand from my waist groping my left breast. A moan slipped out of my mouth as the realization hit me like a bus. I was really about to have sex with the man I had a monster crush on. “Are you sure?” He whispered pulling away. “No” I whined as he backed away from me. “No?” “No! I didn’t mean it like that… I want you Seungmin” He groaned getting closer to me kissing my neck once more. “C-can I uh can I” I started not knowing how to phrase the question in my head. “You wanna suck me off?” we laughed at how dirty it sounded despite the both of us being naked in a steaming hot shower. “Can I?” “Y-yeah” “Only if it’s okay with you” “If I’m okay with it… I wouldn’t pass on a blow job from a pretty girl” “You think I’m pretty?” I smiled looking at him feeling my cheeks warm up at the compliment. “I think you're more than pretty, I think you're smart, I think you’re amazing, I- I I like you” “You do?” “Mhmmm” “You have some way of showing it” I laughed kissing his neck slowly, moving lower and lower until I was face to face with his hard cock. It was definitely a shock. Despite Seungmin’s lean frame, his cock was different. He was long and girthy enough that I knew he wasn’t going to have a problem filling me up. The sight made my mouth water. My hand trembled as I slowly wrapped my palm around him. I kissed the tip before I opened my mouth taking in as much as I could, jerking off what I couldn’t. I started with a steady pace looking up to see his face shift into one of pleasure. “You… you’re uh really good at that” He breathed out pulling my hair into a makeshift ponytail guiding me up and down his shaft. He groaned throwing his head back against the shower wall. I moaned sending vibrations through his dick. “F-f-fuck…that…I UGH I’m gonna cum” I shallowed my cheeks around him sending him over the edge. He groaned shutting his eyes violently as I felt his warm cum fill my mouth. I swallowed getting up to look at him “Y/n I-” “I like you Seungmin” “Y-You do?” “I do” I smiled stepping closer to kiss him on the lips. “Why do you think I walk around in a towel when I’m doing laundry?” “You don’t do it in front of the others?” “Only if you’re there, Only if I know you’re watching me”. He wrapped his hand around my waist turning us around so that I was against the cold wall. One of his hands let go of me trailing down my thigh and towards my throbbing core. “Seungmin, please… I need you” “I know baby… I know” he shushed me as his fingers drew small circles on my clit. “Oh, my-” My nails dug into his arm as I felt that familiar feeling drawing close. “I’m gonna” “Cum… cum for me” He kissed me hungrily his words alone causing me to go over the edge. I felt adrenaline coursing through my veins sparks flying between us and stars surrounding us.

He grabbed the back of my thigh guiding me to wrap my leg around his waist. “I’m gonna fuck you now” He breathed out shakily looking into my eyes. “M’kay” I nodded biting my lip in anticipation. “Use your words baby” “Yes sir”. He kissed me once more before he guided the tip of his dick at my entrance. My breath hitched as he slowly sank into me, and as expected I felt full of him as he bottomed out. I closed my eyes at the slight sting waiting patiently for it to turn into bliss. “Are you okay… do you want to stop” “N-no just give me a minute” “I should’ve stretched you out with my fingers first, I just didn’t expect for you to be this tight” he chuckled holding my hand his thumb drawing back and forth on the top of my hand in an attempt to comfort me, and it did. I slowly opened my eyes to look into his. It was always around Seungmin that I felt at ease, surrounded by peace and warmth. “You can move” I whispered letting go of his hand to bring him close hugging him. He thrusted in and out of me planting sweet kisses on my neck and chest. “Seungmin… I’m” He nodded kissing my lips, and he grabbed my other leg picking me up against the wall. Another shock from him, his strength. This new angle causing him to hit my G-spot even better than before. I placed my face in the crook of his neck moaning against his skin, my nails dragging across his back leaving behind red marks. He hissed at the feeling closing his eyes and throwing his head back.

“I’m gonna cum” he spoke through gritted teeth, and by the way you were clenching around him you were close too. “Cum inside me” “What” “I’m on the fucking pill just cum inside me” You yelled hugging him even tighter. The room was filled with steam and your unholy pornographic moans as you both came down from your high together. He pulled out putting you down and moving the both of you under the shower head. The water washed over the other of you as you stayed in his embrace the both of you catching your breath. You pulled away to look into his eyes. Feeling yourself blushing from his gaze. “What” “Nothing” you smiled hiding your face in his chest. “Did you mean when you said you liked me” “I did” “I like you too Minnie” you laughed hugging him once more. The both of you finished your shower and walked out of the restroom hand in hand with a smile resting on both of your faces. Only to be met with the rest of the members in the living faces mixed with disgust, shock, happiness, and in Han's case wiggling eyebrows and a sly smirk. “FUCKING FINALLY” Changbin yelled walking past us to his bedroom.

“Sooooo” Chan started his mouth forming a straight line as he looked at the both of us. “Are you guys a couple?” he asked awkwardly standing in the middle of the living room. The other members had already left to their respective rooms getting ready to go out to dinner for the night. Not without Hyunjin marching over to the both of you yelling at the top of his lungs about the fact that you used the ‘nice restroom’. Complaining how he’ll never be able to even look at that door without wanting to puke. Only to be disgusted once more when he saw a careless Changbin walk past the three of you into the restroom to shower as well. But then there was Chan confused as ever. He had to make sure that both his friend and brother/second youngest were thinking with their heads and not just their. “Yeah” Seungmin answered his previous question holding onto your hand and flashing you his beautiful braced smile that caused you to melt almost every time. “Right?” “I mean we're working a bit backwards… he’ll still take me on a first official date… right?” “YES… yes sorry I uh-” “Well as long as you two are happy and know what you’re doing” “We do thanks Chan” “Yeah thank you old man” Seungmin smiled walking us towards his bedroom.

Who would’ve known that your closed-off crush felt the same towards you, apparently all of your friend group. If only you would have listened sooner.

Like, comment, and repost if you liked it, The other two pieces I'm m working on should be out this week. Both being requests. Once again don't be afraid to request anything that comes to mind, and thank you to the ones that do.

Until next time. BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

#skz fanfic #skz imagines #skz scenarios #stray kids texts #skz x you #stray kids x reader #seungmin #kim seungmim #seungmin smut

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local-x-reader · 7 months

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AHHHH THAT WAS SO GREAT 🤍🤍🤍

maybe a part two to the childe fic with the promt “Didn’t expect to see you again.” 👀

maybe comfort this time???

muahh <3333

Childes voice cut through your thoughts, making you freeze for a moment, losing your thoughts as your eyes widened with surprise. Soft breeze pulled at your hair as your eyes widened, looking up, meeting his ocean blue eyes.

It had been a few months since the breakup and it was like he had come at your mere thought, reminiscing quietly at the quiet harbor only to see him, moonlight covering his figure, his god awful posture, that sad smile that rested on his face, wistful but soft.

“…Childe…” You didn’t even realize his name had escaped your lips until the look in his eyes got sadder, a little more distraught but keeping up the facade, the smile still on his lips as he sat down on the bench next to you, eyes gazing up, towards the stars that sprinkled the night, while your eyes trailed down, looking at the waves as they lapped at the wood below.

“Hi…”

His voice was so… hesitant, so frightened, you could tell he was so scared of messing up again, feeling his gaze tearing into your back, hunched over so you could keep your gaze on the ocean…

“Ya know… you’ll end up with back problems, sitting like that…” He joked, making a soft laugh draw out of your lips.

“You’re one to speak…”

The silence quickly returned, only noises being the sounds of the ocean crashing against the wood of the docks, the soft sounds of creatures out and about, along with the chatter of distant people… you couldn’t help yourself, eyes straying over to look at him..

Your gazes met, both of you immediately looking away, like two love-sick teens refusing to confess… except, not love-sick but broken-hearted.

“Uh… What… did I do wrong..?” His voice was soft, you could see him looking at you again, making you tilt your head away, avoiding his gaze as you trembled, tears pricking your eyes as you fidgeted with your hands, picking at the skin.

“I… I… I was… always so worried about you, Childe…” You murmured softly, eyes trailing to meet his, staring into the saddened ocean blue eyes, trembling as you tried your hardest not to break into tears, “I was… so tired of being so anxious that you’d be hurt or killed without my knowledge, then you tried to hide your injuries to ease my fears but it made them so… much… worse…”

His eyes were wide, tears finally breaking way, the soft pearls of water sliding down his cheeks, standing up.

You were half expecting him to abandon you, right then and there, walk off… but instead, he bent down, right in front of you so you couldn’t stand up, him keeling before you like a knight to royalty, his hands gently sliding to grab on to yours. He so gently placed it to his beating heart, tears rolling down both of your cheeks, the warmth of his palms pressed into the back of your hand.

“Darling, love… I am… so sorry…”

Before you could get word out, he shook his head, silencing you with a look. “I’m so sorry, I am so so sorry. I know, it’s.. I… words can’t… I..”

You hated to think it but it was adorable how he stumbled over his words, a rare occurrence that brought a soft, saddened smile to your face, his eyes looking up hopefully for a moment, “Please, I’ll let you put one of those silly monkey leashes on me, just please, let me come back, let me love you again.”

There was a prolonged silence, that look in his eyes was desperately tugging on your heart… staring at him with soft eyes, his own eyes looking at you like you were a lifeline, desperation written on his face as you felt his heartbeat to your palm, eyes getting teary as a soft sigh escaped.

“You… promise not to run head into danger…? Or at least take me with you if you do…? Let me tend to your injuries..?”

“I cross my heart and hope to di—“ …Pause… “Pinky promise is probably a better phrase for that.”

You hummed softly, sniffling as you reached your pinky, locking it with his, like children on the playground… you knew he’d run head into danger sooner or later… but… you’d be there, keeping him safe like he kept you safe, even if you didn’t have the fighting skills that he did.

But for now, you were content, his warm lips pressing against your cheek, kissing away your tears as his hand cupped the other side of your face.

From this list~! And part one is here~

HEHEHE!!!! I was hoping to be able to post a part two~! Feel free to send in requests, whether it be your own prompts or ones I have reblogged!

#genshin impact x reader #x reader #x y/n #drabbles #?#childe x reader #childe x you #childe x gn reader #childe tartagalia #ajax x reader #ajax x you #childe x y/n #genshin childe #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x you #Writings ♡︎

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pagesfromthevoid · 1 year

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Safe & Sound | j.m. | 3

Joel Miller x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Age gap (she’s 32); She’s Frank’s niece. Heavily implied SA towards the end (not by Joel; if you wanna skip it —stop reading when we flashback to 2018)

Author’s Notes: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I like the idea of playing shitty road games with Joel and Ellie

Series Masterlist | Talk to Me! | AO3

“Eyes on the map,” Joel scolded, pointing at the paper in Ellie’s hands.

“Jeez, I’m all turned around –it’s not like I’ve ever been in a fucking car before,” she argued, throwing her hands in the air in frustration. An annoyed silence fell between the three.

In the backseat, she glanced up from her book –a ratty copy of a romance novel she’d read a thousand times already –and looked between the two. Ellie was red in the face, frustrated by her lack of navigating skills, and Joel had managed to scowl even more than usual as he glanced at the girl in the passenger seat. The tension in the car was palpable, and the only sound was the soft hum of the engine and the occasional rustle of pages as she turned them. She could tell that Ellie was on the verge of yelling at him, and Joel's irritation was only making things worse.

“Did FEDRA not teach you how to read a fuckin’ map?” Joel demanded, trying to snatch it from Ellie’s hands.

Tired of the bickering, she sat up. “Why don’t we switch seats for a bit?” She offered, tapping Ellie on the shoulder with her book.

Ellie didn’t hesitate, pulling her seatbelt off and practically falling into the backseat.

“Jesus, could you not –,”

“Joel,” she warned, though her voice was soft as she climbed into the front and into Ellie’s place. She picked up the map, turning it over a handful of times before she finally got her bearings. “It looks like we are…” She pointed at a small town on the map, then out the window as they passed a half visible sign off the highway. “Right outside Everett, Pennsylvania. If we follow this stretch, we’ll run through Kansas City. Is there a QZ there?”

He glanced over at the map, as if confirming she was right, before nodding and returning his attention to the road. “There was. Not sure if it’s still up and runnin’ though.”

“And if it’s not?” She asked, glancing at him from the corner of her eye.

“Hope that no infected or anything else is waitin’ for us.”

She hummed a bit in response, grinning at him teasingly. “Totally reassuring.”

Joel was about to respond when Ellie bumped the back of her seat, making a sound of disgust and confusion.

“What the hell is this?”

She glanced over her shoulder as Joel looked at Ellie through the rearview mirror. Being held up in their face was an old magazine, very clearly enjoyed, with a half naked man on the front. Quickly, she reached back and considered taking it —then pulled her hand back when she realized why the pages were so wrinkled.

Then she gagged.

“Oh my god, put that away,” she begged, wiping her hand on her shirt even though she hadn’t touched it.

“Seriously, Ellie, get rid of that —,”

“Ah, ah, no way. I’m learning science,” Ellie argued, pushing herself back into the seat and opening it. “Gotta see what the big deal is.”

She covered her face with her hands, feeling a blush creeping up her cheeks. Joel groaned and continued begging for her to put away the magazine, reaching behind him to try to grab it. She refused to even try, pushing herself further into the door to keep herself as far from the krusty pages as possible.

“Will you take the damn thing from her?” He asked, looking at her in the passenger seat.

“Fuck no, I am not touching that. I know where it’s been!”

“Where’s it been?” Ellie asked, coming up between them, magazine behind her back.

Joel blanched, looking between Ellie and her with sheer panic on his face. She shook her head frantically, putting her finger to her nose. Joel was a dad at some point in his life; she knew that much about him. Which meant it was his job to explain that kind of shit to the child in the car.

“Nose goes.”

“Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ —,”

Ellie cackled, falling back into the seat again. “I’m just fucking with you both. You should have seen your faces, holy shit.”

The window rolled down, and Ellie chucked the pages outside into the wind. In the passenger seat, she groaned and covered her face with her hands again. Joel’s scowl returned to his face, though he was glancing at Ellie through the mirror. She turned and pressed her back into the door, using her backpack as a cushion.

“We should play a game.”

“Yes!”

“No.”

Joel and Ellie spoke over each other, earning dirty looks between the two of them as she laughed to herself. Then Ellie hit Joel’s arm, motioning to her in the passenger seat.

“Come on, I’m bored. She’s bored. You’ve been out voted.”

“You both know I am the only one who knows how to use a gun, right?” Joel asked, looking at her now with narrowed eyes.

“Are you threatening us because we wanna play a game? Holy shit, Joel,” Ellie exclaimed, throwing her hands up.

She scoffed. “Jokes on you, cowboy. I know how to use a gun. And a crossbow. And I know how to make a Molotov cocktail. Bill taught me.”

“The fuck is that?”

“Nothing,” Joel quickly interrupted, giving Ellie a pointed look in the backseat. Then he pointed at her, the scowl ever present on his face. “Don’t explain how to make that to her.”

She put her hands up in defense, rolling her eyes. “I won’t but you gotta play a game with us.”

He just groaned, banging his back against his headrest. But he didn’t say no, so she turned to look at Ellie with a grin. Ellie was practically bouncing in her seat, waiting for her to suggest a game.

“How about…I spy?” She offered, looking out the window.

“How about something not for babies?” Ellie countered, leaning forward again. “Never have I ever.”

“Absolutely not,” Joel refused, looking to her next to him for some sort of back up.

“Out voted again, cowboy,” she teased, shooting fingers at him with a grin. “We’ll keep it PG-13. How’s that sound?”

“Lame,” Ellie offered as an answer, but the smile on her face said otherwise. “Since Joel’s driving, how’s he gonna keep track?”

“We’ll start with five each, and I’ll track his?” She offered, looking at him now.

“I don’t care,” Joel grumbled, frowning as he kept his eyes on the road.

“You could at least pretend to wanna do this,” Ellie commented, giving him an annoyed look. But the girl’s attention soon shifted back to her, her annoyance turning to a grin as she held five fingers up. “Okay. Never have I ever…been in a plane.”

She laughed, looking at Joel as she put a finger for herself down. “I flew to Michigan once.”

Joel shrugged. “I have.”

She put a finger down on her other hand, pulling a knee up to her chest in the seat. I have was better than a grunt or an I don’t care so she wasn’t going to complain.

“Okay,” she hummed, thinking carefully. “Never have I ever…been to FEDRA school.”

“What!” Ellie exclaimed, putting a finger down. “Fucking lame.”

While her attention may have been on Ellie, from the corner of her eye, she saw Joel crack. Just a little bit. A small smile that barely lifted the corners of his mouth —but it was there, briefly.

Ellie hit his arm, getting his attention. “Your turn.”

Joel’s smile disappeared as soon as Ellie’s attention returned to him. He didn’t reply for several moments, and she wondered briefly if he was suddenly done playing.

“Never have I ever been raised in the middle of the end of the world.”

Ellie and her both stared at him, and that smile of his returned. Barely there, but clear as a day. A smug look in his eye as she put a finger down, leaving her with three and Ellie with two. Ellie was cussing up a storm, complaining how it wasn’t fair that he used that one because he’s an old man, of course you weren’t!

But Joel was grinning still, enjoying the reaction from the girl behind him. And she was enjoying watching him show some sort of emotion outside of being pissed off. For a brief moment, it felt normal. It was a road trip, they were playing shitty road games. Everyone was okay.

Until Ellie spoke.

“Never have I ever given someone a kiss for their fucking birthday,” Ellie exclaimed, looking rather proud of herself.

Joel’s smile dropped, and he immediately looked at her with annoyance. “We’re done playin’.”

“What —that’s not fair! Just because —,”

“Ellie,” she quickly warned, looking back at her with a Shut the fuck up look. The young girl clapped her mouth shut, falling back into the seat with a groan. “Why don’t you get some rest? Just take a nap, or something.”

“I’m not even tired.”

However, within half an hour of silence that had taken over the truck, Ellie was fast asleep in the back seat of the cab. She kept glancing at Joel, waiting for him to say something. Anything. Get mad at her, scold her. Literally anything would be better than the silence he was giving her.

She was the first to break, because of course she was. Joel was probably perfectly content not saying a word to anyone if he could help it.

“I didn’t mean to tell her,” she whispered, looking down at the book in her hands. “She was annoyed with you. I was just trying to reassure her.”

“Didn’t need you to do that,” Joel responded curtly. “I don’t need you spoutin’ off my business.”

“Our business,” she corrected, finally looking up at him. “It's our business, because you and I are involved.”

Joel shook his head, jaw clenching as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. “Did you tell her anything else?”

“No.” She shook her head, turning in her seat to face forward now. Her arms crossed over her chest, and she stared at the empty highway in front of her. She could feel Joel’s eyes in her, as if he was trying to see if she was lying to him. But she kept her eyes ahead, refusing to look at him. “God forbid I tell her what else you’ve done for me,” she mumbled under her breath.

“Don’t,” he practically hissed, pulling off into the grassy field.

She grabbed the support bar, surprised by his sudden detour. “Joel, what the fuck —,”

“We’re gonna stop for the night.”

Ellie had been woken by the sudden rough ride, disoriented as she sat up. There was an obvious tension in the cab, and Ellie was too smart to not notice it. But neither her nor Joel said a word as he drove them into the woods to find them camp.

*****

It hadn’t taken long for Ellie to fall back asleep, curled up in her sleeping bag beside the truck. Joel was sitting on his gun resting in his lap as he kept watch. He’d sleep eventually, and he knew he would. But right now, he couldn’t bring himself to try. They were too out in the open, and he didn’t want to risk not hearing any threats approaching.

“I can take the first watch,” she suddenly offered, sitting up from her own sleeping bag. She was closer to Ellie than to Joel, but she stood slowly to bring her space next to him. “You need to sleep, Joel. I’ve been well rested for ten years —I think I can handle it.”

But he shook his head, looking over his gun once again. “All the more reason I should be doin’ it. You’re not used to survivin’ on nothin’.”

“Don’t patronize me, Miller,” she scolded, sitting behind him. Her back pressed against his, covering the areas he couldn’t see. “I think you’re forgetting that Bill was also my uncle. I learned to survive even if I didn’t have to.”

“Yet you didn’t use those fuckin’ skills to stay inside the fence,” he countered, and she just knew he was scowling at whatever tree or sound he was staring at.

“Are you actually mad about something that happened like five years ago? You choose to bring it up now?”

“You pretty much told Ellie, you might as well talk about it now.”

She whipped around, shoving the back of his shoulder. How dare he get angry at her for something she had already suffered for? It wasn’t his right to throw a fit now, of all times. She was about to snap at him, pushing him again to get him to at least man up and look at her. But, when he turned and faced her, he wasn’t glaring at her or angry. He looked worried, and her frustration melted away as she sat down properly again.

“Joel,” she murmured, hesitating for a moment before she reached out and touched his arm. He didn’t recoil, though he didn’t look at her.

As she touched Joel's arm, she could feel the tension in his muscles, as if he was trying to hold back a wave of emotions. She could sense his reluctance to engage with her, as if he was struggling with something within himself.

“Do you even know what I did?” He asked, his voice low. For a brief second, she thought he even sounded dangerous.

“I know you killed someone,” she offered, pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. “That’s all Frank told me, though. I just…I assumed that was all you did.”

“I did…so much worse than that.”

“Why?”

He finally looked at her, eyes hard. “Because…he hurt you.”

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2018

“What the fuck do you mean, she went outside the fence?” Joel demanded, practically slamming his fist into the table.

Frank looked at Bill, and Joel knew suddenly that they both knew. They knew what he and their niece had been doing for years now. Joel wasn’t ashamed of what he’d done —what they’d done. It was only a handful of times, with stolen kisses here and there.

She wanted human contact, and Joel was happy to oblige, even if it never went further than kissing one another in empty kitchens or moments of aloneness. It satisfied a need for one of them, and he had other ways to get what he wanted anyway.

And she was pretty, and sweet. And it wasn’t as if she was a kid; she was twenty-seven. Capable of making her own choices. And her choice was human enough.

All she wanted was to feel wanted, and Joel did want her. There wasn’t an ounce of denial in him —not that he’d admit it out loud. He may have wanted her, but he wouldn’t do anything about it. He’d kiss her, he’d enjoy that softness that she offered, and he’d never tell her how much he actually cared about her well being.

It was best to not get her hopes up for anything more.

“She’s been talking to someone on the radio,” Bill explained, pushing the notebook she had been using to write down their messages. “Someone from the Boston QZ.”

Joel’s heart thudded in his chest, considering just who she was interacting with there. “Who?”

“She won’t say,” Frank sighed, rubbing his face. “But…but it’s a man, we know that much. Because…”

But Frank didn’t need to finish his sentence. He didn’t even need to explain it was a man. Joel knew it was a man; knew it was someone who hurt her. And it was like his blood was boiling inside his veins as his fists clenched at his side.

Tess put a hand on his shoulder though, giving him a look. “Let me talk to her. I know what she’s going through right now.”

Bill and Frank glanced between each other, but Bill delegated the decision to Frank. He simply nodded, motioning for Tess to follow him upstairs. Joel was left with Bill, alone. Both of them seething with an unbridled rage that became the first thing in common for the two of them in a long time.

“I’m gonna find him,” Bill swore, voice grave. “I’m gonna find him, and I’m gonna kill him.”

“No.”

“Excuse me?”

Joel looked up at Bill from his seat at the table. “You’re gonna stay here, and keep her safe. Tess is gonna find out who it was, and I’m gonna handle it.”

“Don’t think I don’t know why you fucking care, Miller,” Bill stated, standing up from his seat. Joel stood too. “I know what you two have been doing. Frank doesn’t want me to wring your fucking neck for it. So I’m not gonna —but you’re going to make that fucker suffer.”

Joel’s jaw clenched as he stared Bill down.

“You find who did this to her. And you fucking hurt him. I don’t want it quick. I want it painful. Do you understand me?”

“I do.”

He was going to make him suffer.

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long-live-astronerd-ghost-king · 1 year

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DP Side Hoes Week 2023/ Day 2/ Wes Weston, Revenge.

Revenge is a dish best served cold

If no one believes him when he says that Fenton is the Phantom, then he must make Danny confess himself.

He planned everything perfectly. This morning he and Fenton had a fight. Mr. Lancer himself gave them detention. The half of A-listers will also be staying late at school, holding a pointless club meeting.

In the right pocket of his jeans rested an empty box for bright green lenses which will glow in the dark.

Inhale-exhale. Lancer just got out. Wes’s ready. The show begins.

Wes: Fenton, I can’t do this anymore. I know you want to hide it, but it hurts so much.

Danny*whispers*: You’re sick! You know I can’t tell anyone. Get over it.

Paulina and Baxter should be walking past the room soon.

Wes*screams*: It hurts so much! I know your parents are ghost hunters!

Danny*screams louder*:That’s right! So what the hell are you doing all the time

Wes: But I will not let them separate us!

Danny: W-What?

A cloud covers last rays of a setting sun. Everything is going even better than planned.

Wes closes the eyes. Hears a slight rustle behind the door. The audience is already here.

He dramatically looks at Fenton and grabs the boy by the shoulders.

Wes: Should the boundary between life and death be a boundary for my love for you?

Danny: What the hell? Your eyes!

Wes: No, don’t protect me, Danny. I don’t care if everyone finds out I’m the Phantom! The important thing is that we’re together. You’re my boyfriend and I’m tired of pretending to hate you!

Dash behind the door: *gasps*

Danny hears it.

Danny*whispers*: You little shit. Okay, you want to play..so

Danny*pretends to cry*: Will you really go for it? I love you so much, Phantom! *Rushes into a hug*

Wes*whispers*: It was not part of my plan.

He need to come up with something worse.

Wes: Sure, let’s run away from your parents and live in a Ghost Zone. Let’s have three kids and a dog!

Danny: Oh, Invisobill, you’re so funny. Your dead brain always forgets that we already have Cujo and a daughter. Dani will be so upset if you only think of her as a clone. She’s got my DNA in her too. What is this if not a miracle?

Wes*gasps*.

Danny*smiles angrily*.

Valerie*screams from behind the door*: I will kill him! I will break him molecule by molecule!

She runs into the room.

Valerie: Danny! Don’t trust the ghost bastard! He has no feelings for you! He’s probably just using you to access the portal!

Paulina*cries*: No! Ghost boy, you have to be with me! Why do you need this loser?

Danny: P-Phantom? Did you use me?

Wes: ...we’ll talk about this later, dear.

Wes:*dramatically jumps out the window and runs off into the sunset*.

Danny*screams out the window with an angry smile*: Oh, no, a ghost! Help! I’m just a human schoolboy!

Wes is handcuffed to one of the GIW agents in a minute.

Wes: Well, that’s not what I expected.

Wes: God damn you, Fenton!!!

Agent: Well, child, the ghost can’t hurt you anymore.

Danny: I was so scared, sir, thank you!

Dash: Not cool, Fen-turd. Why are you bringing hunters to fight with your boyfriend?

Wes&Danny: Shut up, Dash!

#Danny Phantom #dp #dp side hoes week 2023 #Wes Weston #dp prompt

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happilysmythe · 2 months

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❥ 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪

trent frederic.

word count: 1.4k

no warnings

"you've begun to feel like home" — the fray

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You loved seeing your boyfriend. In fact, there was nothing in the world that you loved more than watching him on your flatscreen TV, playing hockey in the “big leagues”, as you notoriously called it, much to his annoyance.

One thing you never seemed to get tired of was his undying love for the physical aspect of the game. There was nothing more satisfying to you than to watch him stick it to some glorified asshole on the ice, knowing they damn well deserved whatever came to them.

Trent was an enforcer; you always liked that.

And because he knew it, he was nothing short of thrilled to come home to you after the Bruins’ 5-4 loss to the Kings. The team may have lost, but Trent achieved his first Gordie Howe Hat Trick, so he couldn’t find it in himself to be too upset. He was on cloud nine, and he wasn’t coming down anytime soon.

You’d been casually living with him for about a month, and it was barely official. In truth, you’d just stopped going home and he never protested. One day, you even came back to your very own half of the closet, which had somehow become empty since the last time you’d seen it.

When you heard the unmistakable click of the front door unlocking, you all but jumped up from your spot on the couch and beelined for the entryway of the apartment. As the door creaked open, you finally were able to catch a glimpse of your boyfriend’s face, and you could immediately tell that he was putting forth his best effort not to smile like the dork that he really was.

Before his bag even got the chance to touch the floor, your arms were around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. “Congratulations, T.”

His smile broke through as his arms found their way around your waist, hands meeting in the small of your back. “Thanks,” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

“Mhm,” you smiled, pulling back and looking up at him. As your eyes examined his face, you noticed the small butterfly bandage stuck to the bridge of his nose. Naturally, you pulled your hand back and raised it to the spot, using your thumb to gently graze it. “He got you good in the nose, I see,” you giggled.

“Yeah. It’s not too bad, though,” he confirmed, looking down at you. “I’ve had worse.”

You pressed a small kiss to the bandage. “I know. Trust me, I remember.”

You stepped away from him and started for the couch, where you were comfortably sitting before he came home. Your hand patted the seat next to you, beckoning him to come and join you. “And, if I remember correctly, you lost the fight today,” you teased. “So…a cut and a penalty for nothing!”

“Well, excuse me,” he responded in a mocking tone. “You just gonna taunt me like that every time I lose?”

“Feels like I’ve been doing it a whole lot lately…”

An innocent expression took shape on your face as your eyes darted around the room, your hands folded in your lap. With a shrug, you added, “I might need to find a new boyfriend who can actually win.”

A roll of his eyes followed, along with a nudge of your shoulder by his own. “Oh, I’m sure you will. Have fun with that.”

Another soft laugh exited your lips and you turned to him, lowering your voice slightly.

“I know I tease you, but it’s all just for fun,” you told him. “I couldn’t have been more excited watching you today. Every day. I mean, god, you’re playing in the NHL, T. That’s insane.” Your head shook back and forth slowly. “It’s amazing, and I just,” you paused to take a breath.

“Fuck, I’m just so happy for you.”

He beamed down at you, a flustered smile shaping his face. “Thank you,” he replied gently.

Your head then fell atop his shoulder, his arm slipping between you and the couch cushion behind you to wrap around your waist. He pulled you in and brought his face closer as he looked down at the top of your head. You then felt his lips press a soft kiss to your scalp, and your body relaxed into his almost instantaneously.

“Sometimes I get nervous when you fight,” you spoke quietly, breaking the silence and changing the subject.

“What about?” he questioned, and you shrugged in response.

“Nothing specific, really, I just…don’t want you to get hurt, y’know?”

“Now, when have I ever really gotten hurt besides a few cuts and bruises?” he countered, and you could practically hear the grin on his face. His free hand came around to your front and reached for one of yours, then entwined your fingers together.

“I guess you’d be right,” you laughed to yourself, letting your eyes close as you felt his thumb grazing the skin of your hand lightly. “I love watching you fight. I just don’t want to see you get too hurt. Do you have any clue how bad I wanted to kill that Lomberg guy for choking you like that?”

You felt his breath hitting the top of your head when he chuckled, his chest rising and falling. “I don’t doubt it. Maybe it’s a good thing that you weren’t there then, eh?”

“Yeah. It is,” you agreed with a firm nod.

“You’re really something, you know that?”

“I know,” you joked bashfully. Your eyes met with his as you turned to look up at him, matching smiles shaping your faces. “But you love it.”

“Yeah,” he practically whispered, looking down at you with unmistakable affection in his eyes. “I do.”

He leaned down and gently pressed his lips to yours, allowing the kiss to linger for just a moment before slowly pulling back. He’d never looked so pretty—you were convinced. You loved every part of him, from his warm, open-mouthed smile to each faint freckle on his face. And you always had peace of mind knowing that he felt the same way about you; not a single day went by without him reminding you of that.

“I love you, but you gotta stop worrying so much.”

Wide eyes were your nonverbal response—your only response, at that. You knew that your ears hadn’t deceived you, and you knew exactly what it was that you heard. You only wondered if that’s really what he meant by it.

“You…huh?”

He chuckled softly at your surprise and brought your intertwined hands up. He flipped them over, then brought his lips to the soft skin on the back of your hand and looked back up at you.

“I love you.”

He spoke the phrase with conviction, not a lick of hesitation present in his tone. Neither of the two of you had verbally expressed it to each other. Yet, it should’ve seemed almost obvious that he felt that way. Hell, he’d been showing it to you without saying it since day one. And besides—you already knew that you felt the same. You had for a long time.

“I love you too, Trent.”

Breaking out into smiles began to feel almost ritual to the two of you, your hand releasing his and finding its place around his neck, allowing you to envelope him in a tight hug. The warm skin of his neck pressed against your cheek as you buried your face in his shoulder. His eyes slowly fell shut once you were comfortably settled into him.

“I meant it, though. You don’t have to worry about me.” He pressed a soft kiss to the back of your head. “I’ll be okay,” he murmured, hand trailing up to your hair and gently stroking it. You only nodded in response.

“I’m so proud of you, Trent,” you whispered into his shoulder.

There was not a thing in the world that you enjoyed more than the feeling of his large—abnormally so, as you’d tell him—calloused hands holding you, keeping you close. Quietly sitting with him, doing nothing but enjoying each other’s presence. You knew that time didn’t come to you frequently, so when you had some, any at all, you never took it for granted.

So you stayed there for the rest of the night with him, wrapped up in his arms. It wasn’t long before you felt yourself drifting off, and he followed you shortly after, making sure that you’d fallen asleep before he could even try.

A situation you undoubtedly wouldn’t have thought to be so natural with someone, yet you couldn’t have possibly imagined being in anyone else’s arms. No person in the world could make you as comfortable as he did.

Trent meant everything to you. And you knew that you meant the same to him.

#trent frederic #trent frederic fic #hockey #fanfic #boston bruins #hockey fic #bruins fic #boston bruins imagine #trent frederic imagine #trent frederic gif #cute imagine

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consume ━━ lee felix ⟡ tokyo ghoul au

★ wc 1.3k warnings tiniest bit of gore but it’s not explicit and some blood note nomniki writing cb????

Being saddled with the closing shift never failed to tinge your otherwise passive demeanour towards work with bitterness.

Your coworker had taken off early again, some half formed excuse about meeting his girlfriend before he slipped out onto the street without so much as a proper goodbye. He was your senior, and a miserable one at that, but far be it for you to be the one to challenge him and his less than stellar work ethic.

You could imagine though, throwing the damp rag in your hands at his irritatingly stoic face and telling him to do his job for once, as you wiped down the countertop and loaded up the dishwasher with mugs long since cold and empty. The appliance offered a comforting background noise as you pottered around, completing the rest of your menial tasks with only a few sparing glances towards the clock mounted above the door. By the time you were almost finished up, all traces of the late evening sun had slipped below the horizon.

You slung your bag over your shoulder and snatched up the bag of biodegradable cups you'd gathered as you cleaned up; you were glad your workplace was making an effort to be environmentally friendly, but having to put them in a separate bin out back was just another chore tacked onto your list, which wasn't so ideal. You tied the bag up with a swiftness that came only from experience and allowed relief to relax your tired limbs as the door clicked shut behind you. Once the bag had found it's home in the designated bin, located at the end of the alley, you could truly relax—

Wait.

You worried your lip between your teeth, unsure of what good your intervention would do anyone. An old man's face, the owner of the your workplace, came to mind, and begrudging you shuffled down the alley, arms raised to protect your face if the situation called for protection or something. Stupid old man. If you got hurt, you hoped he'd feel guilty for indoctrinating you with his whole 'peace and love, help thy neighbour' bullshit. You huffed, your breath condensing in the bitterly cold air, and your lower back burned in anticipation.

The very air was heady with a taste that was distinctly metallic— blood, it’s blood— and the first thing you could make out was a head of dark hair, bent over the shadowy form of what could only be another person.

“Whatever the fuck you’re doing, don’t move another inch— turn around, slowly, and if you try anything I swear to God, I’ll kill you.”

You hissed, barely a whisper in the almost silent alley. The noises stopped— the sick squelching and chewing, the dripping of something against the slick pavement— and that hunched over form paused. From where you were stood it nearly seemed like they were trembling, and the only sounds in the alley was that of your own steady breathing and… sobbing?

Fear clawed up in your throat as they finally turned around, your face blanched of all colour, your eyes widening in what could only be sheer terror. It had been a long time since you’d ever felt fear at the sight of another ghoul, and you’d never felt fear like that that was settling like an anvil in your gut.

“W—What the actual fuck?”

You breathed out, taking an unsteady step back.

“Your eyes— what—“

In place of the onyx you knew to expect, the sclera of one of his eyes was a startling white, wide with a fear that seemingly rivalled your own. He only had one kakugan. Everything came into focus all at once; the blood smeared across the lower half of his face, the way his bottom lip trembled and tears ran wetly through all the red marring his pale skin.

“I— I—“

He blubbered, and the words came out wetly. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, hurriedly, and only managed to make the mess of blood and tears and snot worse somehow.

“I didn’t do this, I swear! I couldn’t— I couldn’t help myself, oh my god, oh my god I’m so sorry,”

He sobbed, the wet sounds of saliva and snot and sniffling that were pure agony upon your ears— you were a ghoul, but you weren’t heartless. You approached him cautiously, not stupid enough to not consider the possibility that it was all an act, but something told you it wasn’t. You shushed him gently, if a little awkwardly, and the sound of his anguished cries was something that rocked you to your very core.

He fought to catch his breath, and you took in the gory sight of the body he’d been hunched over. It was mangled, a mess of blood and matter you didn’t want to try and identify, despite the hunger gnawing at your stomach. ‘I didn’t do this,’ he’d said, and maybe it was naive, but you believed him. It looked like he was gorging on someone else’s leftovers, and you huffed— what were you supposed to do?

“Come inside with me. I’ll call someone, he’ll,” you paused, sighing softly and you buried your head in your hands, pressing the heels of your clammy palms against your eyes, “he’ll sort this out.”

It took more effort than you would’ve liked to coax the nameless boy to stand up, and even then his legs quivered like a foal. You locked the door behind you, eyeing the street warily for any bystanders, before you let the blinds return to their place and turned towards the boy.

“What’s your name?”

You asked quietly, approaching him slowly.

“Felix,”

He breathed out, sniffling; he looked up at you with those strikingly wide eyes, still glassy and puffy with the tears he’d been shedding since you’d found him.

“Alright. Let’s get you cleaned up then, Felix.”

You sighed softly, and spent a few minutes leaning against the sink, running a clean cloth under some warm water with the intent to clean his face yourself, like a parent would for their child. Felix lifted his head when you walked back over to him, and you steadied his chin with your hand, wiping the blood and snot and tears from his freckled— oh, you hadn’t been able to see those before, they were pretty— face with a gentleness you hadn’t known you possessed. It was almost therapeutic, and you thought absently that there was something ironic about cleaning away the blood and returning his face to something pretty and innocent.

“Better?”

You hummed softly, offering him a barely—there smile in some unspoken show of reassurance.

Felix nodded, and without warning, he wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his clean, and slightly damp face against your stomach. You froze, before resting your hands on his shoulders, rubbing them slowly in what you hoped was a comforting manner. His shoulders shook and it didn’t take a genius to realise he was crying again, and you let him muffle his sobs against your uniform shirt without complaint. When the crying subsided, Felix tipped his head up to look at you— his eyes were rimmed with red, and it was borderline instinctual to brush his bangs away from his forehead.

“I don’t know what’s happening to me.”

Felix breathed out, his breath shaking, and you chewed your bottom lip thoughtfully,

“I don’t know either,” you admitted, a little hesitantly, “but I— the people here, we’re going to help you, I promise.”

if there’s any mistakes don’t tell me ..

#lee felix x you #stray kids felix #lee felix #lee felix x female reader #lee felix x y/n #lee felix imagines #lee felix x reader #lee felix scenarios #lee yongbok #stray kids imagines #stray kids x you #stray kids x stay #stray kids x reader

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ultimateluckystudent-writes · 1 year

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Your Face Is Red (It's Not the Sunburn)

Summary: It's Summer, and you know what that means! Wearing your swimsuits to the lake, road trips with your classmates, and being trapped on top of your mortified crush's hard-on. I hope you packed an outfit that says 'sorry for making you accidentally cum'!

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3.0k

Tags/Themes: , Nagito Komaeda/Reader, Extra Shy and Nervous Komaeda, Mega-Virgin Komaeda, Humiliation Kink, Sub!Nagito, Dom!Reader, Femdom, Reader's Kind of Mean but Girlboss, Slight Exhibitionism, Roadtrip!, Non-Despair!AU

Content Warnings: Accidental Orgasm/Sex, Female Anatomy on Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Public Sex, Under-Negotiated/Accidental Kink, Accidental Sex

A/N: I can't stop writing bitchy, femdom reader and horny, nervous Nagito it's an affliction. Also, I came up with this in one night, this was supposed to be a drabble and I lost control like Two Bros lol. Also, I love mom friend Mahiru and dad friend Hajime *mwah*

Also (last one I promise) here are some more titles I came up with. They get worse as they go on:

Road Trip Travails (and Other Reasons to Pack Sunblock/Thank God for Sunscreen),

You're Really Hot (It's 90, Lose the Jacket),

Forecast Calls for Sunny Skies (And Bumpy Roads)

Get Your White, Sticky Cream on Me (I Forgot My Sunblock)

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Nobody else had even wanted to sit next to Komaeda, much less on top of him. Being in half-heartedly concealed swimsuits only made it worse. The luggage overflowed onto the seat next to it, all the way in the back, so it meant that someone had to draw sticks. Whoever got the shortest would have to sit in the back next to it all. Nagito drew it with a rueful smile. However, by the time all the supplies were in, you all realized that you were short one more seat.

“We can’t have any more people up front, that’s way too dangerous.” Mahiru frowned.

“We’ve already got four people in the middle seats.” Hajime sighed.

“The back seats are pretty spacious.” Kazuichi shrugged, and it seemed everyone seemed to know what that meant within the same split second. You all turned to look at Komaeda. He was already looking at the floor, picking at a loose thread on the sleeves of his jacket he insisted on taking despite the baking summer sun. It had begun to slip off of him, slumping around his elbows like his bare shoulders in his underconfident stance.

“I’m sorry.” He said softly. Kazuichi scoffed audibly. You all knew he wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t a sort of class trip, and you were urged by Chiaki. However, you were secretly grateful. You knew you’d be just as much of a pariah if you admitted the many friendly moments you had shared with him after classes and in empty hallways. Or how badly you were hoping he’d take off the shirt and let you rub sunscreen on him when you got there. You’d even caved and brought an extra bottle of the lotion kind with you. Just in case.

Around you, everyone had begun to squabble about who would be sitting in Komaeda’s lap. Hajime and Mahiru were already splitting the drive, Akane and Kazuichi were arguing about who between them was smaller (it was definitely Kazuichi), and Ibuki and Sonia weren’t much help. After a moment of this, you realized you were tired already, and the drive hadn’t even begun.

“Everybody shut the fuck up!” You shouted over them. “It’s fine, Komaeda can sit in my lap, can we just hurry up already!”

“Wh- wh- what?” Ibuki gasped, like some sort of DJ. “But Nagi-chan will totally crush you!”

“It’s true, you’re probably better off the other way around.” Hajime mused, clearly sizing you two up. You felt weirdly pleased about the admission.

“I know it must be disgusting to be so near me already,” Komaeda said. He couldn’t even meet your eye. You couldn’t tell if that pink flush on his face was from the sun, or the prospect of it all. ‘Mega-virg.’ You thought to yourself. “I wouldn’t want to be an encumbrance to top it off.”

“I literally don’t care! Just get in!” You groaned, shoving him towards the car. He gave a small yelp and clambered into the back ungracefully, your insistent hands forcing him forwards. He ended up wedged between the middle seats and luggage, stuck between them until you pulled him out with a massive sigh. You couldn’t have anyone think you were too eager for this, after all, least of all Komaeda. He was totally red by the time he was in, but now you knew it was from embarrassment. You slid in after him and sat down on his lap with no fanfare.

As you suspected, Komaeda’s legs were bony and slightly uncomfortable. You shifted, trying to find a spot where he didn’t dig into you, until you realized what you were doing.

“Sorry.” You shrugged, turning to glance back at him.

“It’s okay.” He mumbled. He managed to continue to avert his gaze, even this close to you. As everyone else got in and got settled, he began to tug the seatbelt down.

“Nuh-uh, no way.” You caught his wrist and stopped him in the air. ‘It’s… pretty small.’ You couldn’t help thinking. “We’re already crammed in back here, I’m not having this thing choke me on top of it.”

“I understand, but, ah- my luck-” He stammered. He didn’t even move to free his hand. You decided to take pity on him.

“Fine, whatever. But we gotta adjust so this thing isn’t bothering me the whole time.” You didn’t wait for a response before you were pulling the seatbelt on, and moving around on his lap trying to find a better spot. You ended up pressed front to back, his chin having to rest on your shoulder as you leaned against him. ‘At least this is comfy. I wonder if he’ll say anything? Pfft, yeah, right. Human doormat Komaeda Nagito complaining about getting cozy with an Ultimate. I’m surprised he hasn’t creamed his pants yet.’ “There, that’s better.” Sure enough, when you looked back up at him, his eyes were wide and nervous but he didn’t seem unhappy.

“I- um-”

“Alright, everybody ready to head out?” Mahiru asked from the front seat. Akane and Kazuichi cheered way too loud for such a confined space. “Cool, let’s hit the road then.” She nudged Hajime and he pulled out of the parking space.

In front of you, they rolled the windows down as they sang along to the radio, chatted, and laughed away. You and Komaeda, on the other hand, were quiet. He seemed content looking out the window and listening, though you supposed it wasn’t like he could do much else. You put in your earbuds and listen to your own music while you scrolled through your phone.

You didn’t notice the road becoming progressively bumpier until one jolt caused you to knock one of your earbuds out.

“What the fuck guys, where are we driving? Pre-civilization?” You groused.

“I told Hinata to take the regular road.” Mahiru half-sang. You couldn’t see his face, but you could picture the focused scowl on Hajime’s face everyone knew him by.

“This ways a short cut! I’ve taken it a million times! We’ll get there thirty minutes earlier-” Another bump cut him off.

“Woah!” Ibuiki giggled. “It’s like a roller-coaster!”

“It’s not that bad!” Hajime protested. The bumps eventually calmed down, but the road was still rough. As you drove along it, you could feel the way the uneven path jostled the car. Soon you had to put down your phone and quiet your earbuds so you wouldn’t get carsick.

Everyone else had similarly calmed down. While they still chatted within the rows, the whipping air and hum of the drive were too loud to hear much between them at all. You could barely make out the pop song from the speakers in the middle row. Only twenty minutes into the hour-long drive, but you resigned yourself to looking out the window as time passed.

It was at the next larger bump that you realized something was up with Komaeda.

As you bounced a bit on his lap, you could have sworn you heard the smallest whimper come from him, more a squeak than anything. It sounded pained, and you almost apologized, until a thought crossed your mind. You gave no hint you’d noticed anything as you stretched and shifted on his lap, scooting your hips closer to his-

It was just as you’d suspected. At some point, Komaeda had gotten completely hard.

You almost moaned out loud with the realization. The rush of arousal was so sudden it almost stunned you. You bit the inside of your cheek as you forced yourself not to move at all on top of it, no matter how badly you wanted to begin grinding against him. ‘Holy fuck, he’s hard, he’s hard, he’s hard. What do I do? Do I say something? Would that make it more awkward? What a pervert! Is he getting off on this?’ You looked at his expression out of the corner of your eye, expecting to find him looking down at you already, that filthy look he got on his face when he began to ramble or something similar. But he was staring quite hard out the window at nothing in particular. The muscles in his jaw were clenched. You finally noticed how rigid he was under you, and realized you hadn’t heard Komaeda be silent for this long ever. He almost looked like he was going to cry.

‘Aww, poor thing. He’s hoping I won’t notice. Too bad.’ With no further hesitation, you arched your hips back into him hard, leaning your torso onto the backs of the seats in front of you. You had positioned your pussy right against his dick, knowing he’d feel even more heat now through the thin layers of your swimsuits. Komaeda gasped, the pretty noise torn from his lips with the move. The car’s ride made the seat practically vibrate, and each second bounced you on his lap even as you sat completely still. You could feel his cock twitch and throb with the new feeling. You were glad nobody could see your face, because you worried you’d start drooling soon.

“You okay?” You asked casually, taking the opportunity to look directly at him. His hand was by his mouth. You were sure he’d begun to bite down on it.

“Mhm.” He managed a shaky smile despite his heavy breathing. He even gave a weak thumbs up. You noticed the bite marks in the flesh between his thumb and pointer finger at once. He was so preoccupied with hiding his… condition that he didn’t even seem to notice you’d already found out, or suspect your teasing at all.

“Mmkay. Let me know if anything gets uncomfy.” You turned back to the front and dropped the calm mask at once. The position had him grinding just as hard against your clit. You knew your bottoms were going to be soaked through. You continued in the same silence, though now you had something new to focus on: keeping your breath even as you noticed every move he made. His other hand was curled into a fist by his thigh so tight his knuckles had gone white. His foot was tapping rapidly against the floor. After just a couple more minutes, he had begun to let out a choked sort of sigh with every turn, shift, or movement. For all the hums and nonverbal noises he usually made, it was clear he was doing his best to be completely silent and not disturb you. The idea of him trying to be so good while he was hard and probably aching and humiliated under you almost made you give yourself up.

When your back got tired, you leaned back up against him. Your bodies were now flush with each other. You felt his heart hammering against his chest. Each labored breath of his was now right against your ear. You leaned your head back onto his shoulder and watched his fingers sort of spasm. You had to give it to him, if you weren’t so busy thinking about each new dirty item that had replaced your previous mental vacation itinerary during the ride, you would have certainly given yourself away. If you had been distracted the whole time, or maybe didn’t know what a hard-on felt like, you likely wouldn’t have noticed the weird behavior.

“Ah- um- (F/N)?” His trembling hands tapped your thigh gently. ‘Look at how bad he’s forgotten himself! Addressing me by my first name- he’d never do that. How absolutely precious!’ “I- I- Could, um, could you-”

“Hmm? Oh, do you want me to-” You shifted on your seat once more. This time, you turned yourself to the side as much as you could, your knees pressed up against the luggage. His hard on pressed into your bare thigh. You could see his face like this, petrified and desperate. He’d begun to sweat just a bit. ‘He’s so gross.’ You thought lovingly, your eyes tracing a bead of it down his too-prominent Adam’s apple and past his sharp, pale collarbones. He held his hands up, as if terrified to touch you anymore. “It’s alright.” You lowered them for him, one onto the seat by his leg and your ass, the other on your leg. “There, that better?”

His expression made it clear that the answer was yes, and he wanted to die about it.

“Well, I, uh-” His nose scrunched with another bump. One hand was now pulling at your clothes, the other gripping your upper thigh. He didn’t even seem to notice anymore. You finally gave in. He looked like he was going to combust or faint. Your careful mask melted at once into a knowing smile as you shushed him softly. He seemed entranced as you straightened up to bring your mouth as close to his ear as you could get it.

“You don’t want them to know too, do you?” You murmured. A strangled moan caught in his throat.

“I’m sorry,” He mewled, giving up all pretenses at once. He squirmed under you, hips stuttering up as he ground against you in pathetic, jerky, inexperienced movements. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry-” His voice spilled from his swollen, bitten lips, and his eyes were shut tight. Even his torso curled into yours, his head bowed down by yours. There was no warning but a deep inhale before he sunk his teeth into your shoulder and his cock twitched against you in time with his hummingbird heartbeat as he spilled his orgasm into his shorts.

He shuddered as you began to play with the hair at the nape of his neck soothingly, cradling him against yourself. You wanted to shush his remaining noises, to tell him he did a good job, to call him yours and coo at how pretty he was, but the moment felt too delicate, too precarious-

The blaring sound of the horn made you both jump at once.

“CHIAKI-CHAN!” Mahiru shouted out the open window at the cabin you approached. “WE’RE HERE!”

Akane and Ibuki cheered. Kazuichi hopped over several laps in his rush to get out, holding his stomach like he was going to be sick. Sonia clapped and thanked Hajime like he was her personal driver before sliding out delicately. Hajime yawned and shook his head to clear his drowsiness as he got out. Mahiru folded up the map they hadn’t used and tucked it into the dashboard. Before you knew it, they had forgotten both the two of you and the luggage as they greeted everyone else there.

“They left the seats up.” You scowled out the window to no avail.

“Oh, I, uh, think I can do it from here!” Komaeda said, too eager to be of help. He unbuckled the seat belt and began to reach over you.

“Wait, no let me just-” You tried to get off of him the best you could to give him room to pull the latch that would lower the seats and let you out.

“Sorry! I think I can-”

“It’s okay, but you-”

“Do you think you could-”

“Ow! Your jacket is caught-”

“Ah!”

“Fuck!”

In a tumble of limbs, the seats came down all at once and the two of you fell back onto them and into each other painfully. You had just opened your eyes again after the crash as the door opened, blinding you once more with the bright sun.

“Hey! What were you two doing back there?” Kazuichi squawked. When you could see again, you realized the position the two of you had landed in. One of Komaeda’s arms was trapped under your back, pressing your faces just inches away from each other’s, and your foot had gotten caught in the handle of a suitcase behind you, wrapping your leg around his waist. Komaeda was only holding himself up with the arm he’d caught himself with, the rest of him pressed up against you.

“I- It’s not-” You stammered as more and more eyes of your classmates had turned towards you at Kazuichi’s accusatory voice.

“How shameful my luck must be for you.” Komaeda sighed, already pulling himself up. “Don’t be silly, Soda-kun, nobody would allow me to disgrace them in such a way.” He chuckled and shook his head at the prospect as he got out. “I’m just too incompetent to even get us out of the car. Such a simple task, and yet-”

“Ugh, god, shut up! You’re right, I’d be an idiot to think anyone would do that sort of thing with you.” Kazuichi looked disgusted.

“Get your mind out of the gutter!” You snapped at him, grateful for the new target Komaeda had supplied you with. “You’re such a pervert, Soda!” You made sure to say it louder than necessary, making everyone’s gaze turn toward him instead.

“Eewww, Pervuichi’s at it again!” Hiyoko cried, always happy to pull out one of her nicknames.

“They wouldn’t have been trapped like that if you’d remembered to let them out!” Mahiru scolded him. “You were in the middle, you should have been the last one out!”

“Huh? What? Wait!”

As squabbling picked up once more, reminding you of how you had entered the car, Komaeda extended his hand with a smile. His other hand held his jacket by his stomach, over his front. You felt much more grateful for the eyesore. Nobody noticed as you rummaged around for your backpack or when you finally tugged a surprised Komaeda away with a mischievous smile.

“C’mon, let’s head down to the lake already. We’re gonna need an excuse for being all wet already.” You laughed as he nodded quickly in response, until his face fell.

“We’ll have to be quick, unfortunately, my skin burns quite easily-”

“Whoo-hoo!” To his confusion, you gave a cheer at that. ‘Thank you Summer gods! Thank you SPF 100+!’ “Don’t even worry, you have no idea how prepared I am for this. Best vacation ever!”

#nagito komaeda #nagito komaeda x reader #nagito x reader #danganronpa #danganronpa 2 #dr #dr2 #your face is red #its not the sunburn #i should make a better tagging system #oh well #bunnywrites

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captain039 · 1 year

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PART 2

Silent dragon

Alpha Daemon x Targaryen!reader

Warnings: ABO, HOTD things, uncle/niece incest, age gap, swearing, smut, tension, explicit things, reader can’t have kids, SPOILERS, I live for soft Daemon

Last part <-

Not actually his niece or Targaryen.

This will mean high Valyria.

The next day people got ready to head home. You kept your injury hidden from your father best you could as you said goodbyes. You watched from the dock as dragons flew over ahead, Vhagar among them. So Aemond did get his dragon finally.

“Are you well?” You heard Rhaenyra behind you.

“Yes” you said, but truth be told you were exhausted, Darmons scent was what you woke up to, but no Daemon, last night was but if a blur but you remember Daemon clearly in your room.

“You can’t lie to me” Your sister smiled holding your hand.

“I’m tired” you said eyes on the ground.

“It’s more than that” she pressed and you nodded.

“You can tell me when you’re ready” she sighed softly and wrapped her arm around your shoulder. The days were quiet on Dragonstone, nobody really talked about what happened and people went about there days. You avoided your uncle like a sickness, even to the extent of taking Banti out so you didn’t run into him. However after landing you saw him waiting and dreaded if he wanted to see you. You hoped one of the boys went out on their dragons. As you got closer you almost wanted to turn around and walk the extra long way back to the castle.

“You’ve been avoiding me” he said before you could turn tail and run.

“I haven’t” a plain lie and he chuckled.

“You’ve been flying with Banti more than you ever have in the last years” he stated.

“Perhaps I wanted to bond with her more, we haven’t done much the last few years” a half lie and he shook his head. You stood away from him, afraid his scent might change your mind and body. He stood with his head tilted, body relaxed and proud, hand on his sword hilt. He smirked when you met his eyes again and you quickly avoided them going to head back. You went to go past him but he held an arm out? Stopping you.

“You’re not a good lair” he smirked and you sighed.

“I’m aware” you mumbled being told it many times by your sister.

“I would’ve stayed, but your conflictions seemed to be needed done in private” he stepped closer lowering his arm.

“Though, now, I’m aware you are avoiding me” he said.

“My conflicts aren’t your concern” you grumbled wishing he didn’t have this affect on you.

“I can see the way your body trembles, the way you shallow and slow your breathing so you don’t breathe my scent in as much, the way you avoid my eyes because you’re scared you won’t look away omega” he was closer now, silently daring- no, begging you too look at him. You thanked the gods you saw your sister and stepped away from him, hurrying to her, trying to keep yourself from falling. Missing the smirk Daemon made as you ran. Your sister gave you a questioning look as you grabbed her and turned her quickly to walk back to the castle.

“Sister” she began a smirk on her face.

“No” you said and she chuckled.

“No, I don’t care” you added and she laughed.

“Avoiding your mate will only make things worse” you flushed furiously shushing her quickly when guards walked past. She was grinning ear to ear.

“He’s not- he’s not my mate” you mumbled, then grumbled as you continued walking.

“Mother!” You both turned to

“Lucerys” Rhaenyra smiled.

“Aunty” he greeted making you smile and nod.

“What is it?” Rhaenyra asked.

“May I go for a fly with Arrax?” He asked and you chuckled lightly he was a sweet boy.

“Of course, stay around the island though, be careful” your sister said and your nephew smiled and rushed off.

“Boys” she muttered and you held her arm chuckling.

“Surprised you didn’t go with him” you heard Daemon behind you as he stood by your side walking with you.

“I was just out” you said eyes on the ground.

“Excuse me” your sister said and you cursed her silently. You went to leave but a hand caught your wrist.

“Ah-“ you snatched it from him like he burned you, seeing the hurt wash over his face. You apologised quietly mind too overloaded at the moment. You took a deep breath, trying to ground yourself, you didn’t mean to flinch from him. Daemon walked forward carefully before coming into your space and resting his head on yours. You closed your eyes taking in his scent without hiding it. His hand tangled with yours, his thumb gently stroking over your knuckles.

“You don’t have to talk right now” he muttered softly.

“But I’m not going anywhere” he added.

#daemon x reader #daemon targeryan #HOTD #rhaenyra targaryen #aob #dragons #lucerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #king viserys

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yuulina-vre · 1 year

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Fighting is not good for you

Summary: Y/N gets an unexpected visit from her friend.

Pairing: Best friend!Steve x Reader

Word count: 1.5k words

Y/N sits on her couch in her new apartment, filing through a small box of trinkets and knick-knacks. Each item sparks a memory that gets her lost for several minutes before she manages to move to the next. Only for a repeat to happen. Maybe she should consider getting rid of a few of them. She doesn’t have that much space to store them all away, and half of them were hidden in boxes by her parents before she moved. Pursing her lips, she takes the next item from the box, a small snow globe. Instantly she’s transported back to a school trip a few years ago. She doesn’t exactly remember where they went, but she knows it was a three-day trip. At one point, her boyfriend dumped her, and Steve took her out, sneaking out of the house without anybody noticing. They strolled through the city, window shopping until Y/N stopped in front of a window with several snow globes on display. Steve instantly went in and brought the prettiest he’d seen.

Later he told her he didn’t like seeing her sad, but the second her eyes landed on the globes, she seemed to feel better, so he brought her one to make sure she stayed happy. It doesn’t matter that they got scolded after getting caught sneaking back into the house.

Even now, the small glass dome brings a smile to her lips as the thought hangs on Steve. “Wonder what he’s up to today.” And as if he could read her mind, her phone starts ringing, a picture of Steve and her grinning into the camera popping up. Grinning, she drops the box on the ground, reaches for her phone on the coffee table, and accepts the call. “Hey, Stevie. I just thought of you.”

“Yeah? Why?” Her grin fades lightly as she hears Steve’s tired voice. Was there a wince in it? “Well, I’m sorting through boxes and found the snow globe you brought me a few years back.”

“The one with deer in it? You still have it?”

“Of course, I have it! What else would I do with it?”

“Thought you threw it away.”

“No, never!” She’s a bit scandalized that Steve would think about something like that. Yes, buying her one might have been a silly idea, but it made her happy back then, so she kept it. It turned an awful school trip int to a somewhat joyful one. She doesn’t receive an answer. Instead, she can hear somewhat labored breathing from the other end of the line. “Stevie? Did you need anything?”

“Eh… actually. I wanted to know… are you home?” A small giggle leaves her lips. “No, Steve. I took my box of trinkets to Africa to look at them.” Her voice drips with amused sarcasm, earning her a slight chuckle, quickly replaced by a wince. This time, she’s sure. “Why do you ask?”

“Can I come over? Please? I know it’s late, but-”He doesn’t elaborate further. Maybe because he knows Y/N will say yes anyway. “Sure. I’ll wait for you. How long do you think you need? I can whip up a late-night snack.”

“Oh, eh… don’t bother with that. I’m maybe 4 minutes out or so.”

“You were already on your way, weren’t you?” A prominent pause and then a breathy “yeah” comes through. “Okay, see you in a few, Steve.”

Y/N practically runs to the door the moment the doorbell rings. She quickly buzzes Steve in and waits with bated breath for the blonde boy to appear. Something in her stomach tells her she doesn’t like what she will see. The breathing and wincing told her enough to know that he probably had another fistfight. One that he lost yet again. But the second she sees Steve appear at the stairs, her breath stops momentarily. “My god, Steve!” Her hand quickly flies to the boy’s hand, dragging him inside before any of her neighbors see his state. “What the fuck happened to you?!” Steve really looks worse for wear his face is covered in red, his skin tone can only e guessed. He has a split lip that is still bleeding, and a blue eye that’s so swollen that he can’t even open it. On his cheek and temple are lacerations that probably need stitches. His expression is painful, the one good eye squinting against the light in her apartment. For a second, Y/N wonders how he’s even conscious. Her eyes rake further over him as she drags him to the couch. His hands are bloody as well, and she notices a limp in his steps. “Disagreement,” Steve mutters, his words silent, a wince clearly in his tone. Y/N guesses that his jaw probably took a hard hit as well. He’s lucky it’s not broken. “Steve…” Sighing, she helps him sit down before she quickly disappears to retrieve her first aid kit from a box in the bathroom. “How many times am I going to tell you not to fight? You suck at it, and it proves nothing anyway.”

“I know.” Steve looks defeated at his bruised hands, wringing his hand together, while Y/N starts sorting through the kit to start and lean him up. “Are you good, though? Did you pass out? Headache? Something else? What year is it?”

“Feel fine. I don’t think I passed out, though there’s a small amount of time I’m not sure what happened. Everything hurts, but I don’t think something’s broken. Eh…2023?”

“Are you asking or knowing?”

“Knowing?” Despite his winces and bruised face, he looks adorably dorky while answering her questions. Y/N just snorts and shakes her head while really starting to clean the wound now. Steve hisses each time she dabs at a gash, his hands finding their way to her hips to hold onto something. “Who was it, Stevie?” A small sound escapes him, indicating that he wasn’t going to share that info with her. “No, Steve. You don’t get to show up here like that and not tell me.” Y/N drops the rag she used to clean him up and rummages through the box for some butterfly strips. She doesn’t look at him, knowing that her eyes might start watering with tears. Steve is her best friend, always was, and she hates to see him like this. It happened too often, and he needed to be admitted to the hospital one or two times. “It was Billy, wasn’t it?” She carefully lifts her gaze, taking Steve’s chin into her one hand to angle his head to her liking. For a brief moment, she sees a flash of guilt cross his feature. It’s enough for her. With a deep sigh, she closes the first laceration on his usual beautiful face. “Steve… You need to stop listening to the shit he says.”

“But he was talking badly about you!” Steve jerks to face her, his hands grabbing her writs tightly with an urgency she barely sees on him. His face is stony, and his eyes fiery. He’s ready to fight anybody and anything that talking badly about her, and she knows it. “So? Let him. Everybody knows he’s an asshole.”

“But I don’t like it. You’re so incredible and kind and, and…And he can’t just walk around and spread li-”

“Did you believe him?” Y/N interrupts his rant before he works himself up even more. “What? Of course not! What do you think I-”

“Then that’s enough for me.” She gifts him a small smile and angles his head to the other side to apply the second strip. Each try from Steve to argue gets shut down with a gentle ‘shush,’ and soon he gives up arguing, knowing he won’t win against her. He never does. Defeated and giving in, he lets Y/N fret a little longer, strips his shirt when she asks to check his ribs and lets her prod his skin at discolored places. Y/N fusses and coddles him until she’s all satisfied. She made him swear seven times not to pick another fight with Billy, or anybody else, for that matter. And certainly not because of her.

Now he lies stretched out on your couch, a movie rolling on your TV as his head rests in your lap. Your hand strokes through his hair, combing out the knots and messaging his scalp while Steve quickly drifts into an exhaustion-induced sleep. Y/N’s other hand holds a cooling pack against his swollen eye; since his hand starts slipping from it, the more he falls into the dreamland he needs to recover quickly. “You stupid boy.” She whispers, hand lightly tugging on his hair. “I told you repeatedly that fighting is not good for you. Who knows, you might lose all your brain cells.” She shakes her head and focuses back on the movie. Y/N swears she’s going to really rip him a new one the second he doesn’t feel like being run over by a bus. Maybe he starts listening to her then.

#Steve Harrington #Reader #Steve Harrington x Reader #Stranger Things #Yuulina writes

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serendipityrogers · 2 years

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Hi I saw Matt requests lol. I don’t have any actual ideas but I love angst with happy endings. Jealousy fic, or they get into an argument (where they make up at the end)? Idk I know those are vague and probably not helpful but I love Matt and your writing so thought I’d send something even if it’s not very good. Sorry

done || m. murdock

summary: after a particularly bad night, (y/f/n) loses it. and for good reason.

word count: 1632

warning: swearings, yelling, fighting, mention of gun shot, broken rib, and stab wounds.

an: thanks for the request, friend! i went with the argument route since i don’t write them very often and i want to get better! i hope you like this! :) i don’t love this either but eh, i gotta start somewhere. !not proofread!

“I’m sick of this!”

You were pissed. This wasn’t the first time and it wouldn’t be the last time you were sure of it. “You do this to me every night!” You were on a whole spiel, that wasn’t going to end anytime soon. “You come in here half dead, entrusting me to patch you up and bring you back to life!” You could feel the warmth of anger engulfing your entire body. “(Y/F/N), please calm down.”

That was the wrong thing to say to you at this moment, and Matt almost immediately regretted it. “Calm down? Calm down!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands into the air in frustration. “If I walked through the door every night with a gunshot or stab wound you would be freaking out just as much as I am!” Your shouting could probably be heard by the neighbors, but your care had gone out the same window Matt used to come in from his Daredevil duties tonight.

“Do you know what this does to a person?” You asked, your tone quieter than before but still full or rage. “Seeing the person you love completely wounded and helpless, depending on you to make sure he doesn’t meet God!” Matt opened his mouth to say something but you didn’t let him. You weren’t sure if the tears that appeared in your eyes were more out of anger or sadness, but probably a mixture of both. “I’m sick and tired of this, Matthew.” Your voice gave out on the last syllable. “A-And I can’t keep doing this.” You couldn’t believe you were admitting this out loud right now. This was a thought that had popped up in your brain before, but it was one you rushed off the instant it formed.

His antics tonight had almost gotten him killed, worse than other nights. Two stab wounds, both next to almost fatal areas. It was really convenient that his girlfriend was a nurse, and had a first aid kit to show it. You had done this countless times, it had become second nature. But this not only affects your relationship but your psyche, seeing the man you love on the brink of death on an almost daily basis, how easily he could have just slipped to the other side on the floor of your living room. If he came home with a broken rib or a black eye it was a good night in the books. “What’re you saying, (Y/F/N)?” He asked, you could hear the hurt in his voice. It brought you a notch down in your anger, but not as much as you had hoped.

“I don’t really know, Matthew.” You scoffed, running your fingers through your hair in frustration. “I’m going to bed.” You announced, needing some alone time and rest, to better wrap your head around this situation. “You are not.” Matt said, standing up from the lying position on the floor. “You don’t get to drop this on me and leave.” He scoffed, making you roll your eyes. Ignoring him, you walked away to your shared bedroom. But, he stopped you, grabbing your arm. That notch of anger rose again, and you ripped your arm away from him. “You will not tell me what I can and cannot do.” You seethed at him. “Not after all the shit I have to deal with, shit I have no say in.”

You closed the bedroom door with a slam, further asserting your point. After a few moments, as you leaned up against the door, you heard a crash and the sound of a glass breaking. More tears rolling down your face, you could tell these were more out of sadness this time. You didn’t want to leave Matt, you loved him dearly, to the ends of the universe. But something had to give, these Daredevil shenanigans needed to cease or decrease by a landslide. You crawled into the bed, the bed that smelled just like Matthew. And you fell asleep, his aroma wrapping around you like a blanket.

When you woke up the next morning, the first thing you did was stretch out, reaching for Matt’s side of the bed. But he wasn’t there. And that’s when the night before fled back to you, hitting you like a ton of bricks. Part of you wanted to avoid Matthew, the other part of you desperate to see him, to hold him again. In the silence, you heard something coming from the other side of the door. It sounded like shuffling, he must be awake. After a pep talk and headache medicine, you decided to face the music.

As you pulled the door open, you were greeted by the sun coming in from the large windows in the living room, making your eyes squint. Then you saw him, standing with his back towards you, pouring himself a cup of coffee, something you usually had ready for him in the morning. It caused a twinge of sadness to shoot through your heart. “Good morning.” He said flatly, turning to face you. “Hello.” You said, standing in the doorway awkwardly. “I made you some toast.” He said, gesturing towards the plate on the island. “Thank you.” You muttered, making your way towards the kitchen. Taking a seat at the table, he sat across from you. This felt so weird, you just wanted to reach over and give him a big ‘good morning’ kiss. But you needed to hold your ground.

“How did you sleep?” He asked, bringing his cup up to his lips, and giving it a small blow. “Pretty good.” You admitted. You slept like a brick, all the emotions taking it out of you. “What about you?” You asked, taking a bite of your toast. “Not well.” He answered truthfully. And then silence crept over the apartment, neither of you knowing how to carry on the rest of the conversation. The toast and his coffee was soon gone, and the two of you were just sitting there. “What do you want to do today?” He finally asked, fiddling with his empty mug. “I-I kinda just want to stay in. I got a new book from the library.” You shrugged, unsure of how to answer his question. “That’s fine with me. I didn’t have any other ideas.” He shrugged, standing, taking his mug to the sink.

Matt turned on the television, turning on a random channel. He liked to just listen to the television, and you didn’t mind, it was good background noise for your reading. The two of you sat on opposite sides of the couch, tucked under your own blankets. “What’re you reading?” He asked, breaking the silence between the two of you after about an hour. “A self help book my friend suggested to me awhile back.” You said, thumbing to the next page. “Can you read to me?” He asked. This was something you two did often, it felt good to do something normal together.

“Anger is like flowing water; there's nothing wrong with it as long as you let it flow.” How fitting. “Hate is like stagnant water; anger that you denied yourself the freedom to feel, the freedom to flow; water that you gathered in one place and left to forget.” This had to be a sign or something from the universe. “Stagnant water becomes dirty, stinky, disease-ridden, poisonous, deadly; that is your hate. On flowing water travels little paper boats; paper boats of forgiveness.” You have got to be kidding me. “Allow yourself to feel anger, allow your waters to flow, along with all the paper boats of forgiveness. Be human.” Matt chuckled, making you laugh shallowly. “I swear that wasn’t planned.” You joked, a smile spreading across your face.

“Look (Y/F/N)...” Matt’s voice trailed off. “I’m sorry.” He stated, “So sorry.” He added quickly. “I’m sorry too.” You admitted, placing the book on the table. “C-Can I have a hug?” You asked, tears of relief brimming your eyes. He nodded with a smile, and you swore you never squeezed him that hard in your life. He winced, causing you to loosen up, you had completely forgotten about his new wounds. “I’m sorry.” You said, tears soaking his t-shirt. “You never need to be sorry.” He whispered, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head. The two of you embraced for minutes it felt like, and you savored every moment, like it was your last.

As the two of you separated, Matt spoke again, “Did you mean what you said last night? That you can’t keep doing this?” He asked, worry lacing his tone. You were silent for a moment. “I am never going to leave you, Matthew. You mean way too much to me.” You said, placing a hand on top of his. “And you mean everything to me. Way more than this city.” He explained, you could hear him getting emotional, something he rarely ever did around you. “Oh, Matt.” You cooed, pulling his face to yours and giving him a kiss on the lips.

The two of you spent the rest of the night attached at the hip. Finishing your book together, ordering your guys favorite food for dinner, and just enjoying one another’s company. Later in the night, your eyes kept shifting towards the clock. “What’s wrong?” Matt asked, using one of his hands to cup your face, that was laid in his lap. His hand was warm and calloused against the soft skin of your face. “I can hear your heartbeat.” He rubbed his thumb across your cheek. “I know it’s almost time for you to leave, and I’m just nervous.” You admitted, placing your hand on top of his. Matt didn’t say anything for a moment, you could almost hear him thinking.

“I think Hell’s Kitchen can go without me for a couple days.”

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Penelope gets sick, Luke thinks the team should look after her. Garvez 6,183 words Ao3 It could be considered grossly descriptive...that's your warning. It's also fluffy.

The team had gathered in the conference room to go over some prospective cases when Emily finally decided she couldn’t in good conscience let her stay any longer.

Placing a hand on her shoulder, Emily gently presented what would be an order, as an invitation, “Garcia, we’re good here, why don’t you head home…”

“What? Why?” Penelope looked up, surprised and confused. If they didn’t need her there with them in the conference room, she could just go back to her office and compile more files…

“You just…How do I put this…You just don’t seem like yourself.”

Penelope’s brow furrowed, “I don’t- I’m fine! Never better! All me!” Though admittedly she did feel a little tired, she was ok, was she really being sent home for that?

Penelope outstretched her arms and started to twirl to demonstrate just how “me” she was, but with the first rotation she lost balance and was caught and righted mid-tip by Luke, who chimed in as she stepped away, “You jumped at the fridge door opening earlier, you spilled half your coffee-“

“I was just startled-” she glared.

“You were the one opening the fridge.” She may have stepped out of his hold, but she hadn’t broken contact entirely, his hand still resting on the small of her back, ready should she become unsteady again.

“So I’m a bit jumpy!” she snapped back, “The cases have been so…euyuck lately!”

“All the more reason for you to take the time-”

It’d been like this lately, discussions had in the group turning insular between the two of them. She didn’t know why he was suddenly taking it upon himself to be so involved in her wellbeing. Even if he was right and she maybe felt a little bit bad, there was no way she was going to let him know that, so instead she lashed out. “God, Newbie! Your mother should have named you Nelly, you are so nosy! MYOB!”

Scoffing, but smiling, Luke leaned toward her conspiratorially, “Bite all you want, but I know you took so much DayQuil you called Morgan to give you the security code for your office. He texted.”

Penelope glared pursing her lips knowing she’d been hung out to dry. And by her supposed best friend at that. “Ooo! That Benedict Cumberdoodle!”

Holding up a hand, Emily interrupted wherever that was headed, “Penelope, with all my love, I’m ordering you go home and rest. Now.”

Penelope looked askance, first to JJ and then to Rossi, Tara and then Matt. No one willing to stick up for her.

Betrayal.

And wounding.

She’d never been sent home, it was like being in trouble but she definitely hadn’t done anything wrong. Feeling a bit like she was being kicked out of the club house, Penelope looked around at their apologetic and pitying faces and stomped off to pack up.

Let them work cases without her. It would be a joy.

——

JJ’s call the next day confirmed Penelope was indeed sick, and unfortunately worse than she had been the day before. "She just kept saying her respiratory system had been infected with malware" JJ reported, puzzled, "but she sounds awful."

Hearing this, Luke jumped to action drafting a rotation schedule much like the one she had made for visiting Reid in Prison. He just knew the team would do whatever they could to assist their tantalizing techie in a speedy recovery, and after how she left yesterday, maybe this would help her see they all were just doing what they thought was best.

Unveiling it however, was not going as planned.

“You, JJ, you, me, you, Tara, you, Prentiss, you, Rossi, you, Matt?”

Spencer, Tara, Matt, and JJ turned to face Luke, looks ranging from thinly disguised amusement to out and out questioning. Yeah, ok, it was pretty telling, but he was hoping they’d just go with it seeing the benefits of this arrangement.

“Why are you first?” JJ asked, thin smile accompanying her skeptical squint.

She was quickly followed up by Tara, not giving him a chance to respond. “Yeah, doesn’t she still like you least?”

and then Matt, “Why are you every other day?”

Luke rushed to answer, cutting them off before anything else could be asked. “We’re friends! And. Because…I have the least external responsibilities. JJ and you are busy with kids, Reid has his mom, Rossi, fingers crossed we don’t end up on a case, is planning to see Kai and Joy, and Prentiss has a lot to handle…”

“Yeah? What about Me? And that still doesn’t explain why you’ve voluntarily taken on double duty.” Tara added, continuing the lighthearted grilling.

But getting flustered, Luke threw up his hands wanting to end it and escape the microscope he’d suddenly found himself under. “You know what? Fine, you guys do what you want. I’m going over tomorrow after work. I just thought it was something nice we could do for Garcia.” and headed back to his desk to make a phone call.

Only feeling minor guilt at working him up, the four watched him leave.

“So is anyone going to tell him Penelope doesn’t actually like being fussed over, ooor?”

“Is anyone going to tell him the only people he has fooled are Garcia and himself?”

“I say we just check in by text and leave the full fledged visitations to Mr. Nanny over there.”

——

Letting himself in to her apartment the next evening, Luke is rushed by a dark, muscular, purring machine. Placing the bags he’d brought with him down on the counter, he leans over scooping up the black cat formerly owned by his boss. “Heey, Sergi-boy, where’s mamma?” he coos quietly, scratching Sergio behind the ears. Sergio meows back and hops out of Luke’s hold walking away to the cat tree, hosting duties fulfilled.“Don’t worry about it,” he says, “I’ll find her on my own” and turns his attention back to the things he brought, making room to put his home-made soup in her fridge.

He wasn’t a complete stranger to her home, there had been team game-nights and casual drinks in rotation, (nothing like he got the impression they used to do, though) still, he was familiar enough with the general layout that he felt comfortable going on a search and assess mission.

The livingroom, he saw, looked mostly untouched, no blankets or pillows piled up on the couch, glasses and dishes weren’t abandoned on the coffee table, and tissues weren’t strewn about, evidence leading him to surmise she either hadn’t left her bed, or was suddenly feeling better. Not that Penelope was messy, he just figured if she were as ill as JJ made her out to be that house keeping would be low on the list of priorities, keeping necessities close being at the top. He then heard it and knew his answer.

Following the sounds of heavy breathing and weak moans, Luke walks down the hall letting himself into her bedroom and peers through the open door of the attached bathroom only to find the BAU’s own ray of sunshine hovering over an open toilet like a storm cloud.

Stopping short of entering, he hears a groan and heaving before tell-tale splashes pummel the water, whimpering and soft sobs following after.

She’s a lump of fuzz and frizz, feet swathed in fluffy socks and body wrapped in terrycloth robe. Her hair droops down over her shoulders and, unfortunately, he notices, is dipping into the toilet. And she’s shaking.

He’s never seen her like this. The sight of her utterly defenseless, weakened, and possibly even unaware pulls at him. He aches to lift her in his arms and carry her off to bed, to hold her close, thumbs brushing away tears, the warmth of him soothing away any pain. -But- he’s not even sure she knows he’s there at this point and he doesn’t want to startle her.

Sweat sheened, pale hands land on the flower-burst of black and white penny-tile flooring, Penelope does a combination blow-huff to dislodge residual strings of spit from her lips. Her head is pounding, tears stream down her cheeks and blur her already blurry vision, she’s weak, and every joint is screaming, her knees screaming, her wrists screaming, her knuckles screaming. The bowl smells awful, acrid, makes her nauseated to breathe in, sends her stomach somersaulting, makes her cheeks smart and water, but she doesn’t know that she has it in her to lift a hand to flush, doesn’t know if the swirling water and puke will exacerbate her dizz.

He watches her circling, her body swimming in gravity’s current, he’s worried she’s going to face plant or pass out. Luke decides he’s seen enough and has to do something, can’t bare to keep from her any longer.

Taking a step, he knocks on the door, announcing his presence, two light raps accompanying “Garcia? -It’s Luke…”

Hearing the soft familiar voice wrap around her doesn’t surprise her like unexpected company should, rather it anchors, the whole of her simply accepting that Luke is there, even if she’s not entirely sure why. Penelope tries to form his name, but it’s too much, all energy having been released into the ceramic in front of her. Throat thick with acid, she only manages something akin to a Scoobydoo-like questioning sound, which would be funny if she didn’t feel like death warmed over.

Taking a few more steps, Luke crouches behind her, hand moulding wide between her shoulder blades. “Hey-” he says softly.

Penelope grumbles unintelligibly, sitting back on her heels and brings a hand to her head, swaying. The vomit soaked ends of her hair drag on the toilet seat and adhere with a schlik-plop to her robe.

Reacting immediately, Luke braces her, framing her body, “Don’t move too fast, it’s ok I’ve got you.” He eases himself down joining her on the floor, bringing an arm loosely around her middle and slides them both to the side and backward until his back hits the wall, Penelope locked between his bent knees.

The smell is in her nose and in her hair, sick making her sick, stomach churning under the light fold of his arm. She needs to get it away or she’ll end up throwing up again. She tries briefly to tell him, but gives up almost instantly, instead feebly raising, shaking, and dropping a hand indicating the handle on the toilet. Following the action, he keeps one arm around her securing her to him and reaches over with the other to flush.

The smell lingers, not wholly gone, but better at least, less.

Penelope, unable to keep her body up on its own any longer, gives in relaxing into him, nearly sighing at the contact. Luke lifts up, scooching to reposition himself, trying to get more comfortable, not knowing how long they may be there. He brings a hand to her head cradling it to his shoulder, in doing so becoming acutely aware of her soaring temperature, though even if a hand wasn’t on her forehead brushing hair out of her face, he would feel the fever working through her through the heat in her robe, her back plastered limply to his chest. He can’t help but notice her teeth are chattering, body trembling, but she’s burning up…

It’s alarming and he isn’t sure what to do, has never been on this side of this particular situation before. He thought it would be instinctual, that the right thing would come to him, but all he can think of is that stupid old adage: “feed a cold, starve a fever” and he know’s it can’t be right, so instead he decides to wait, hoping that it’ll pass, that she just needs a minute to rest.

Together they sit in silence, cool tile growing hard beneath them, Luke clutching Penelope to his chest, Penelope dazedly recuperating. Though physically she has no energy, mentally, her thoughts are racing fuzzy.

Laying in his arms she could only think that she had no pride left, no dignity. She was a disgusting, smelly, disheveled mess, covered in a film of sweat and vomit that glued the ends of her hair together and cemented them to her robe, her breath reeked spoiled and sour, and she was like this in full display of, and close proximity to, the most unfairly gorgeous man she’d ever seen in person. And to top it all off, he didn’t even seem to care, wasn’t bothered in the slightest. Surely this was some wicked cosmic punishment for all her blithe jabs and dismissive looks, for every time she put him down.

She’s tender and frayed, battered and exhausted, and she can’t stop it as she starts to cry again.

Tears roll steadily down her cheeks and land in plops on his forearm. The second he feels them, feels the hiccup of her body, he sits up leaning over her shoulder to see and moves a hand to her back, smoothly rubbing circles. “Pen?” Is she hurt? Is it internal? He’s not sure how concerned he needs to be, and he knows keeping level is best in all situations, but again, seeing her like this is really freaking him out.

“Why are you here?!” pours out in a sob. What she means is why are you here?

Why does it have to be him? JJ, Emily, Rossi, she wouldn’t question, but Luke? She doesn’t understand it. They aren’t like that, he has more important things to do than to sit with her close enough to exchange germy breath and rub assuaging circles into her sweaty back.

He thinks about telling her the truth, he’s there because he wants to be, that it’s the only place he’s wanted to be since she left work two days ago, but he knows how it’ll sound. He knows how she’ll react, and so he shrugs, telling a little white lie.“We took turns drawing straws, I drew short. Hey, come on, don’t-” he hesitates, she’s not chattering anymore, and she’s finally talking, but she’s sobbing and it can’t just be because it’s him.

She noticed even through what again was meant to be hurtful, he hadn’t pulled back, wasn’t put off, Luke persistent in his effort to sooth and care for her. He really was so patient with her and perceptive to her, it wasn’t right, wasn’t fair, but she couldn’t articulate why.

A wave of self-pity took over, Penelope wailing in reply “There’s puke all over meeee!”

His hand shifts from circles to up and down, a different kind of calming, and thinks of a solution to the problem she was presenting. “Well, then…let’s… get you cleaned up. I’m gonna stand and turn on the shower. If it doesn’t hurt too much you can lean back against the tub and hang your head over the edge, but if it does, I’m going to lift you into a bath, Penelope. Are your towels in that cupboard?” Luke slowly rises behind her, easing her to slump against the wall and reaches over to turn on the water, passing by her shower on his way to the bathroom closet, looking for something to pad the floor and make her more comfortable. Collecting a few bath towels, he tosses them to the ground in front of the tub and comes back over, sticking a hand under the stream to check the temperature, glancing from water to Penelope.

He selects and arranges her fluffiest towels to make a comfortable nest for her to sit in on the floor and saves one that looks most like her, some cute pink thing with cats, for her neck.

She watches, dumbfounded as he makes himself at home in her bathroom, makes himself at home tending to her. But then his words register, and like hell is she going to be full body wet in front of him. Come hell or high water she will be well enough to rest on the outside. Luke Alvez.

She swallows a few times, slicking her throat, preparing to talk. It’s gross and bitter, but she wouldn’t be believable if all she was able to do was whisper and croak. “What- what do- what should I do?”

Luke’s eyes snap back to her, sweeping her body, settling on her face. His mouth draws into a tight line, “Can you move ok? Do you hurt? Are you still dizzy?”

She hadn’t told him she’d been experiencing any of those things…She tries to scoff, but it just comes out as a grunt, betraying herself. “I’m fine, I’m- Should I just-” and she points to the fluffed and piled bright circle of cotton at her feet.

His mouth quirks at the charade. Penelope bullheaded and unwilling to accept or ask for his help, he should have expected nothing less. That was a promising sign at least. He smirks and sweeps a hand out to the towels, “When you’re ready…”

Feigning giving her privacy, Luke seemingly turns his attention back to the shower, removing the shower head and grabbing her shampoo from the cutout in the wall, but watches her out of the corner of his eye. She may be well enough to remember how stubborn she is with him, but he was positive that stubbornness could also eclipse her own wellbeing.

Hand over hand she crawls slowly to the colorful nest he’d made for her, and she can’t stop it as her subconscious compares Luke’s impromptu craft to that of the eccentric Bowerbirds she’d seen on some nature show.

Shut it! He is not making you an elaborate and welcoming nest to attract you as a mate! He is not some magpie searching for trinkets to entice you into mating! If anything you’re really the bower-the magpie- No stop it! You don’t even want him as a mate! ohmygod stop saying mate you are not a bird!

She peeks up at him and glares momentarily for the thoughts that seep past her firewall in his presence, but, making it to the bed of towels not sure that’s a helpful descriptive either Penelope she sits back, taking a shaky breath in, considering how to turn around so as not to send her stomach into full fledged heaving works.

Luke crouches down next to her, spotting her, ready to aid however she may need. “Penelope, there’s no shame in admitting you might need some help-”

“You know what, Alvez? Shut it. I’m letting you help me, let me turn around by myself.”

Luke moves his hands back, but stays in position, watching as Penelope, fueled by irritation, leans to one side and turns, then scoots back into the center of the towels, hands plopping in her lap as she looks up at him expectantly. “Well? What am I doing?”

He shakes his head and chuckles silently, moving toward her with her favorite towel. It was a great big fluffy fuchsia thing with different floppy black and white cats all over it, the stupid little squishy cats always make her day. The fact that he’d chosen that one as her pillow, that one for last makes something flutter inside…

He didn’t pick it because he knows you so well, he picked it because it was in your linen closet. Whatever this is knock it off.

“Chica, you can lean back now. Slowly-”

Penelope lays gently back against the makeshift cushion, head throbbing and swooping as she does. Luke collects her hair and holds the cats in place as she comes to rest with her head hooked over the wall of her tub, puke encrusted hair now draped on the other side.

He rolls up the sleeves of his flannel so they don’t get wet, and tests the temperature one last time before taking her hard crusted hair in his hand and points the shower head towards it, scrunching and soaking to loosen and breakdown the mixture of food particles, stomach acid, and saliva that have woven themselves through her blond strands.

He squeezes some of the fruity clear gel into his hand, rubbing his palms together for even distribution and works up a lather, then runs his fingers and palms over and through her wet hair. The weight of it pulls slightly, but the heat at her roots and steam around her face feel nice. Annoyingly, so do his fingers as he gently works at her tresses.

He picks out bits of carrot and pepper and what he think might be egg, making sure every trace is dislodged and washed away, hair rinsing clean, and then he squirts a little more shampoo in his hands, lathering again.

He’s been watching her, eyes closed, expression shifting from pinched and tense to soft and relaxed, her shoulders down, her breathing steady…Almost like she’s enjoying herself. He combs his fingers through her hair, first smoothing both hands from forehead back and down, then working from tip to root, where, yes, technically, there wasn’t ever any vomit, so no need, but he can’t help himself, she does look so at peace…his fingertips massaging small circles from the base of her skull, slowly moving up over her scalp to the front of her hairline and behind her ears.

The throbbing spin of her head has stopped, and she lets out a little sigh. He pretends not to hear it, but he pockets that sound and the accompanying expression for later, stowing them in his box of “Maybe, Someday”

She doesn’t open her eyes, but she talks then, “You’re touching puke. With your bare hands.”

When she opens her eyes because he hasn’t responded and she’s worried maybe it came off as insulting when that wasn’t what she was going for this time, she finds Luke looking down at her with this funny kind of smile, one, that if she didn’t know any better, might be described as loving or ‘full of affection’.

He brightens when her eyes land on his.

“I’m not squeamish.” How could he be bothered when she was so clearly in distress, and then so clearly alleviated at his actions.

Their eyes stay connected for what feels like too long, longer than the situation calls for.

Penelope frowns, unsure about the whole thing, the developments that seem to be developing, her stomach flipping for a whole other reason.

Luke does another rinse, ensuring the water runs clear of food and froth, then turns off the faucet and squeezes her hair wringing out the excess. He pats around beside his legs and pulls up a thinner towel she uses for drying her hair, sponging the leftover moisture. He tucks it under her head, then twists it all up to keep her freshly cleaned, damp hair off her shoulders.

His eyes flicker around her face, “Better?”

“…Yeah. Thanks.”

“I think you should ditch the robe. I can, you know, wash it or whatever if it’s a comfort thing, but maybe something without internal juices on it would be a good idea… when you’re settled I can make you tea or get you water, juice, sprite I know some people drink to settle their stomaches…but you should have fluids, hydrate.”

She blinks at him, once again caught off guard by this stupidly doting Luke, soft and caring, trying to anticipate her needs, making plans of action.

“Uh…ok.” She feels like a child as he helps her stand and lets him walk her into her room, sits her on her bed, and undoes the belt of her robe, peeling back the lapels, sliding it off her shoulders. Underneath she’s wearing a matching cotton pj set, shorts and a camisole. The same one she’d worn to bed the night before.

Luke looks back to her dresser and then to Penelope, still sallow and wan. Where do you keep the rest of your things? I assume that’s not your only pair…” he points, indicating her wrinkled pjs.

“ha ha. Bottom drawer, right.” She says, still letting him play doll with her, feeling a bit like she was floating to watch from above as he does.

His hand brushes her forehead and he’s looking in her eyes again, bloodshot, tired. Still fevered. Looking back over his shoulder he decides he can keep an eye on her from the vanity mirror while gathering a change of clothes. “You gonna be ok if I go over there?”

She swallows, there’s no bile rising up anymore, but she’s reminded of how she still needs to rinse her mouth. She nods, suddenly self-conscious of her breath.

He’s been here the whole time, he’s already smelled it.

Luke’s attention flickers from Penelope in the mirror to the open drawer, pulling out the first matching set he finds, and promptly comes back laying the items on the bed next to her.

”Well?” he asks, expectantly.

“Well?” she echos, knowing what he assumed would be happening and what absolutely was not happening under any circumstance.

Exasperated, Luke sighs, “Penelope, I’ve seen naked women before.” He’s still worried something might happen if he takes his eyes off her too long, doesn’t want to longer than necessary, but his cheeks flush warm just the same at the idea spoken out loud.

“Not me! I am not undressing in front of you Luke. Close your eyes and turn around! nO PEAKING!”

He frowns, but drops his crossed arms and flicks his hands out in a “whatever” gesture, following her directions mostly out of shame.

She shuffles out of her sleep shorts and into a new pair, then peels off the tanktop and puts on a new one, leaving her previous set in a pile on the carpet. “All done, and I managed not to hurt myself” she announces.

Luke turns around to find her already moving towards the head of her bed, trying to back off, he stays where he is, just observing. When she’s finally made it to her pillows she grabs her remote and points it to the monitor, then looks back to him. “I assume you’re staying. Are you going to stand there or join me?”

Luke kills the smile that wants to take over at her invitation, but is unable to resist teasing her a bit, “She’s learning!” he says, but instead of joining her, he casts his eyes to the laundry on the floor, and then the leftover mugs on her night stand, there were things to take care of first. “Why don’t you get started, and I’ll start that load of laundry.” He collects the three mugs building their own colony on her night stand before adding, “And I’m getting you something to drink, too, so don’t even try, just tell me what you want.” He knows if he asked she’d protest, so he nixes the thought before she can voice it.

Penelope makes a disapproving face, but answers “There’s tea on the counter, use the electric kettle, it’s faster.”

Each try not to think about why she’d suggest something that would lessen their time apart as Luke exits her room, promising to come back quickly.

Watchful eye of Florence Nightingale gone, Penelope makes her way back off her bed. She really did need to rinse her mouth. She could do that. Doting Alvez be damned. She could walk to her own bathroom and if not brush, (heaven forbid she tempt the gag-reflex gods) then at least gargle and swish. Don’t want that acid eroding your beautiful pearly enamel Penelope.

Steadily, she made her way back across her room and to the bathroom to swish and gargle away the disgusting bits that had been sitting too long. Luke would be busy messing with her washing machine and making tea, she would be back long before he’d finished, he’d never even know…not that she needed his permission OR say so to do what she wanted in her own house.

She’d just put the cap on the mouthwash and was walking back to her room when she heard him.

“I fed Serg while I was ou- what are you doing?!” Luke shouts, alarmed that she was missing from the bed. “Penelope Garcia I told you I’d be right back!” He rushes over abandoning the small plate and cup of tea on her nightstand, arm scooping around her back.  

Fingers gripping the wood frame of the doorway, she was having none of it. Penelope snapped back, looking up at him nose to cheek, “Luke Alvez I have been taking care of my own self the past two days! I don’t need you hovering over every step I take and I needed to get that grossness out of out my mouth!”

“Well are you done?!” He isn’t really mad, but he is worried. What if she’d gotten dizzy again and fallen, smacking her head on the sink? Or the tub? He couldn’t be there earlier, but he was here now, and he’d be damned if she was getting injured on his watch.

“Yes.” she grits out still looking up at him, “Are you?!”

They look at each other with the same furious expression for one beat, for two, then Luke irons out the twist in his face and the barb in his voice. “Your tea is over there…I saw some cookies on the counter so, I brought you some of those too…in case, for your stomach.” He doesn’t want to fight with her. He doesn’t want to make her mad. He wants to make her feel better. But mostly, she’s in his arms, in his hands, and she hadn’t tried to get out. Here, she is fine. Here, she is safe, which makes him feel better about her being up.

Penelope rolls her eyes and huffs. Unfailingly dutiful Alvez, letting all her bad attitude roll off his back, always trying to do a little more. “Come on.” she says, making her way across the room and back onto her bed.

Penelope tries first to sit up against the headboard, but finds the angle too uncomfortable, Luke helps fluff and stack pillows behind her so she can recline but still drink her tea and eat without the danger of hot tea scalding skin.

He’s laying next to her so close, senselessly close, arm crammed against arm, shoulder pressing into shoulder nearly uncomfortably. So on impulse she picks up his arm and drapes it behind her head, around her neck, resting her head on the crook of his shoulder. Luke again doesn’t say anything, but a sly smile spreads. He coughs and clears it away when she looks up at him to discuss what they should watch.

She doesn’t have a tv in her room, but the day she was sent home she set up a computer monitor in there, just in case. They decide on Princess Bride because it’s soft and romantic and funny and feel-good and her favorite and he’s never seen it and she can’t believe he’s never seen it because it’s one of the most perfect movies ever made and she can see him in quite a few of the characters. Penelope tells him about Rossi’s ex partner, Gideon, how she thinks one of the actors kind of looks like a younger version of him and how they both were fighting some vendetta. For Inigo it goes well, but for Gideon it didn’t…

Luke listens to her rambles and her pre-quoting the movie and her gasps and ees until she falls silent, until little snores tromp across his chest, until she falls asleep before the movie ends and he allows himself the luxury of brushing his thumb down the side of her arm while he watches without her, an action he notices draws her in closer, snuggling into him, an action which causes an ache in his chest.

He wishes it could be like this, that this wasn’t some accident. It feels right, with her, like this. He thinks she might feel it too, when she lets her guard down, in moments like this, he sees it. So he waits, hoping he’s showing her, hoping she understands and that she’s working through whatever it is that’s keeping her from accepting- or acknowledging that there might be something more between them. He knows he loves working with her, he loves her as whatever it is they are…more than teammates, but not quite friends, different than friends…He’s pretty sure he could love her, if she’d let him…if she’d allow it. But he isn’t sure how to move from where they are, so he waits.

The movie’s been over for some time now and the room is growing dark from the sun going down. He arranged for Roxy to be with someone tonight just in case he needed to stay past feeding time. He feels guilty, but he knows if she knew, she’d understand, and one day is better than the few that can happen on an active case. His stomach growls thinking about the food he’d made late into the night last night, and suddenly Penelope is stirring on his chest, hand moving and head pulling back, blinking into focus, blinking into remembering. He probably should, but he doesn’t pull his hand back from the embrace he has on her arm as she comes to.

Realizing she’s on someone, and Luke being the last person she can remember in her house, she pushes up and off him, squinting.

“Heey, Sleeping Beauty, you missed the end of the move.”

“Pft. Beauty” she grouches, muddled and still collecting her bearings.

“Would you prefer Buttercup?”

“It’s late, why didn’t you go home?” She’s frowning at him, trying to work it out.

“I’m looking after you, I have someone looking after Roxy. How are you feeling?” His stomach growls again and her mouth twists into a small smile.

Her eyes wander up his flannel, taking a moment to take stock internally, then looks back up to his face, “Tired. And maybe a bit like you. Hungry. But I don’t have anything, we’d need to order out.”

“Well. You are in luck,” he says, smiling softly, “I made soup…” he thinks about the chunky, tomato-orange texture and then adds on, “It’s probably not something you’ll wanna look at though, so it might be better if I hold on to the bowl and spoon it to you…”

He can tell by her face she’s getting ready to object, so he rushes on explaining the thing he thought she’d be most bothered by. “And before you get all…the way you are,” he says waving a hand at her, “I know. I remember you don’t eat meat, Chica. This was a very hard won request for me. Do you know what it’s like asking an old Cuban lady to change her Ajiaco recipe? She hung up on me. Twice. When I told her what you mean to m-the team, she still absolutely refused and said it wouldn’t be the same, but she did say the Asopao she’d make for Papi could work.”

“…You…made me special soup?” Penelope makes a face he’s never seen, and suddenly she’s up and shoving him forward off the pillows, pawing at his back.

Luke barks a laugh at the absurdity of the action turning to look back at her, hands still feeling up his shoulder blades, and lifting his shirt, He twists and pulls, laughing, “What are you doing?”

“Looking for your wings, a halo is easy enough to lose, but wings?” She lets go settling back, hands falling to her lap, a shyness taking hold. “You have been ridiculously good to me, Alvez. Short straw or not.”

He just looks at her with that look he gets, those maddeningly sappy, sorrowful, tender kind of eyes that seem reserved just for, just for them, never around anyone else. She never knows what it means or what to do with it.

“There were no straws, Penelope. We wouldn’t do that.”

“…I know.”

He slips his hand in hers, playing with her fingers, thumb pad to thumb pad moving hers with his. “Do you? Sometimes I don’t think we do enough to show you our gratitude, I’m not sure you know how important you are.”

“Yeah, yeah, no one can do my job-” she says head rolling to her shoulder, voice rolling with it. Sometimes it was tiring just being liked because of what she was good at.

“It’s more than that. It’s more than the job, it’s how important you are to our lives. To my life.”

Penelope hears it then, loud and clear. The face makes sense, the attention makes sense.

“Mm. So you'd let me starve? Fetch me our dinner... you can tell me all about this old Cuban lady when you come back.”

Luke beams, “Yeah?”

And she can’t hold back her own sappy, tender, kind of smile she meets him with, “Yeah.”

"As you wish..." It's quiet, and whispered, said under his breath as he's walking out of her room. She isn't sure she's ready to have heard it, isn't sure he's ready for her to have heard it, but she's positive he said it.

#Garvez #luke alvez #penelope garcia #criminal minds #emily prentiss #jj #spencer reid #tara lewis #matt simmons #fanfiction #sick fic

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Caught Somewhere in Time- Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader Part 16/?

Summary: You end up in the 80s, 20 years earlier than it should be luckily a certain metalhead is about to make your time in the 80s much easier. Words: 3.9k Warnings: angst, just very, very angsty

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21st March 1986

You groan as your alarm goes off, reaching over and hitting the top of it to turn it off as Eddie wraps his arms around you tighter, his eyes half open.

‘Babe, we have to get up.’ You tell him, not making any effort to move yourself.

‘Do we?’ Eddie whines, a cheeky grin crossing his face.

‘Yes, it’s the last day of school before spring break and the finale of your DnD game.’ You try to bribe him with the prospect of DnD in hopes he’ll get up.

‘Yes, I know that but you what’s also happening today? A pep rally first period. Do you really want to go to that?’ His eyes are probably open now, looking down at you in a sweet way that makes his heart melt.

‘It doesn’t matter, we have to go.’ You tell him, trying to sit up but Eddie squeezes you preventing you from getting up.

‘Or we sleep in and go in second period instead? I mean do you really want to hear about school spirit? What a bunch of cheerleaders chant?’

‘I know you want to watch cheerleaders.’ You smirk at him.

‘Nope, the only person I want to see in a short skirt is you.’ He kisses you on the top of your head and you sighed. You really didn’t want to get out of bed. You were comfortable and warm, plus you liked being cuddled up with Eddie.

‘Fine, but we’re only staying in for another hour, then we have to get up.’ You threaten but you lean up to kiss him on the lips afterwards.

‘I promise, although maybe we don’t have to go back to sleep?’ Eddie says, flipping you over so you were on your back and he was hovering on top of you.

‘You are insatiable.’ You roll your eyes but Eddie smiles at you, with a cheeky grin. You lean up and press a kiss to his lips, placing your hands in his hair, loving the feeling of it under your fingers. You were excited about spring break tomorrow and getting to spend two full weeks just Eddie and you.

You had a migraine from hell. It had come on some time before lunch but now as you and Robin were walking to lunch it was complete agony. You could hardly see from the pain. Robin was talking to you but you weren’t listening to a word she was saying, your head too sore.

‘Robin, I’m sorry but I can’t hear a word you’re saying. My head is killing me.’ You tell her, rubbing the sides of your head.

‘Oh sorry. I was just telling you that I’m tired of listening to Steve talk about his dates.’ She tells you and you nod along.

‘Who even is he dating currently?’ You laugh slightly then cringe, the feeling making the pain worse.

‘God knows. I don’t listen when he tells me.’ She laughs as she pushes the door to the cafeteria open. You look over at the Hellfire Table and let out a groan.

‘I do not have the energy for that boy today.’ You say looking at Eddie who’s stood on top of the table, giving some sort of speech.

‘I don’t know how you ever have the energy for that boy but good luck.’ Robin gives you a pat on the back, walking over to sit with her own friends while you head over to your own table, sitting down next to Gareth.

‘What’s he ranting about?’ You whisper over to Gareth as Eddie runs about.

‘Forced conformity.’ Gareth whispers back as Eddie plops down next to you. Dustin starts speaking up and suggests Eddie postpone the campaign as Lucas can’t make it. You let out a groan, knowing Eddie isn’t going to be happy with that.

‘Eddie calm down.’ You mumble as he rants but he doesn’t seem to hear you, too focused on Mike and Dustin so instead you put your head on the table and place your hands over your head not paying attention. Blocking out the light from around you seems to help slightly with your headache but your head is still pounding.

‘Babe.’ Eddie says shaking your shoulder and you glance up at him. ‘You alright?’

‘No, I have a migraine from hell.’ You whine.

‘I can take you home if you want.’ You nod and Eddie stands up, grabbing your back alongside all his stuff and leading you out of the cafeteria. You head outside and over to his van, climbing inside and closing your eyes once you're sat comfortably in the passenger seat.

‘So you’ll never guess who came up to me this morning asking for drugs?’ Eddie speaks and you hum in response to let him know you’re listening. ‘Chrissy fucking Cunningham.’ He lets out and laughs and you open your eyes, glancing over at him.

‘Chrissy Cunningham? The school’s golden child? Are you sure she’s not just hitting on you?’ You snort out.

‘That’s funny, babe.’ He replies sarcastically.

‘Why wouldn’t she like you. You do have the nicest eyes in Hawkins.’ You smile over at him.

‘Second nicest. You take that prize. When you’re not squinting in pain of course.’ He reaches over and grips your leg, giving it a squeeze as you place your hand over the top of his.

You drive the rest of the way in silence, and pretty soon Eddie’s van was parked out the front of your trailer.

‘Right, I’m going to go back but you take care of yourself and I’ll come by after Hellfire with some dinner. How does that sound?’ Eddie says, smiling over at you.

‘Yeah that sounds great but you stay safe too. Especially with Chrissy.’ You lean over and give him a kiss before climbing out of the car and heading into your trailer. You dump your back on the floor and head through to your room, stripping down to your underwear and top, not bothering to get dressed before you climb into bed, pretty quickly falling asleep.

22nd March 1986

You woke up to a loud knocking on your door. You blinked awake and rolled over looking at the alarm clock. You sat up, realising it was morning and frowned with confusion. Eddie was meant to come over in the evening to check in on you so where was he? The banging at your door came again and you slid out of bed, grabbing a pair of sweatpants off the floor and slipping them on. You head to the door and open it to see Max standing there.

‘Max, what are you doing here?’ You asked with confusion until you looked behind her, seeing what looked like the entire Hawkins PD gathered around Eddie’s trailer as Wayne sat on a nearby bench, smoking a cigarette, looking stressed. You breathe out Eddie’s name and try to run over to his trailer but Max stops you.

‘Don’t. I saw Chrissy go into his trailer last night and I don’t know what happened but I think she’s dead.’ Your eyes widened, a million thoughts going through your head. Why was Chrissy at Eddie’s? Where was Eddie? Was he even alive? What if he was dead?

‘Eddie wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t.’ Max raised her eyebrows at you and you gave her a glare.

‘Look I don’t know what happened but it was weird all the lights started flickering and then I heard a scream and saw Eddie drive off but it felt like it could be…’ Max trailed off and your eyes widened.

‘It could be related to the Upside Down.’ You were freaked out. ‘We need to find Eddie, give me 10 minutes and I’ll be ready to go.’ You shut your trailer door and ran inside, quickly having a shower and pulling on some clothes. You threw your door open and Max was still standing outside. You gestured over to your car and you both climbed in.

You drove around to find both Nancy and Lucas but neither of them was home so you headed over to Dustin who thankfully was home. Dustin was completely on your side and also believed that Eddie was innocent. You were incredibly relieved that Dustin agreed with you and once Max had explained what she saw all three of you left Dustin’s to go find Eddie.

‘We should go to Family Video, and see what Steve and Robin think.’ Dustin said and you nodded.

‘Yeah, plus we can use the phone’s there to call around, see if anyone has seen Eddie.’ You know the best course of action was to see if any of the other Corroded Coffin members had seen him. You made your way over to Hawkin’s Main Street, pulling up outside Family Video. All three of you jumped out of the car and you told the other two to go ahead and fill in Steve and Robin. Meanwhile, you head over to a nearby deli, you hadn’t eaten all of yesterday and you were starving. You quickly order a sandwich for yourself, and then think again, grabbing two more, one for yourself for dinner and one for Eddie once you found him.

You shoved the sandwiches into your bag and headed over to Family Video where the other’s all gathered around.

‘Y/N, please tell me you know where Reefer Rick lives?’ Dustin yells slamming down the phone as you walk in.

‘Nope, never been there. Eddie wanted to keep me far away from him.’ You sighed, swinging over the counter and pulling your sandwich out of your bag, starting to eat it.

‘Great friends your boyfriend keeps.’ Steve replies sarcastically and you glare at him. You were not wanting to deal with Steve’s comments today.

‘Do we even have a last name?’ Dustin asks and you shrug.

‘Bet the cops know the last name.’ Steve mumbles and you turn to look at him.

‘What?’ You all turn to look at him.

‘I mean, listen, if this Reefer Rick is actually a drug dealer, I guarantee you he’s been busted at some point. Means he’s in the system.’ Steve shrugs and you look at him like he’s an idiot.

‘The cops? Really, Steve? What's your suggestion?’ Dustin replies looking at Steve the same way you were.

‘I think they should be filled in on what we know, what’s going on?’ At this point, you’re about ready to jump across the counter and hit Steve. How could he say that?

‘You think Eddie’s guilty, don’t you?’

‘I believe in innocent until proven guilty, all that constitutional shit. I just, you know, don’t think we can rule it out.’

‘Eddie wouldn’t do this. He wouldn’t.’ You shook your head.

‘You don’t know that, Y/N.’

‘No! I do. All you know about Eddie is the bullshit you’ve heard around town. I actually know him and he could never do that. He has a heart of gold and the idea of ever hurting anyone could never cross his mind. How dare you act like I don’t know the man I love? The man I’ve spent every day with for the last two years. If you ever imply that again, I’ll fucking kill you.’ You were yelling at this point, tears streaming down your face and you spoke.

‘Hey, Y/N. Calm down.’ Robin wrapped you in a hug and you cried in her arms for a moment. All you wanted was to know if Eddie was safe, to make sure he was okay.

‘Okay, maybe you can help us instead of upsetting people Steve?’ Dustin says as you tried to compose yourself.

‘Hey, someone has to attend to the customers?’ Steve asks.

‘Especially if they’re babes, right?’ Robin winks, making you laugh slightly.

‘Hey, not fair. Okay? I attend to all customers equally, babes and non-babes alike. We’ve got a very big section in here. It can be super overwhelming for people.’ Steve defends himself as if he wasn’t just always flirting with customers.

‘Yeah, it can be.’ Robin says her eyes lighting up as she scoots over to the computer.

‘Please tell me you’re having one of your genius ideas, Robin.’ You say as she types Rick into the computer. You look through all the Ricks until you figure out which one is most likely to be Reefer Rick.

Once you have the address you drive out to hopefully where Rick lives in Steve’s car.

By the time you arrive, it’s dark outside and you all started to look around the outside of the house. You screamed Eddie’s name but got no response until Max pointed out that there was a boat house around the back. You all headed into the boathouse and started looking around, hoping that Eddie was there.

‘What are you doing?’ Dustin asked as Steve poked a tarp with an oar.

‘He might be in there.’ Steve says continuing to poke the tarp.

‘And your plan is what? Kill him with an oar?’ You asked sarcastically.

‘Look someone was here.’ Max says pointing out a bunch of fast food wrappers.

‘Maybe he heard us? Got spooked and ran?’ Robin suggested.

‘Don’t worry. Steve will get him with his oar.’ Dustin replied sarcastically.

‘I know you think you’re being funny but considering everyone in this room has nearly died a hundred times, personally, I don’t find it funny in the slight-‘ Steve is cut off by a form flying at him. You’re terrified at first until you realise it’s Eddie, holding a bottle to his throat.

‘Eddie!’ Dustin yells and Eddie glances over at him. ‘It’s me, Dustin.’

‘Eddie, babe.’ You say moving close to him with your hands outstretched. ‘That’s Steve? He’s my best friend, remember? He’s not going to hurt you.’ You talk calmly and quietly but the look of terror on Eddie’s face breaks your heart and you feel tears welling in your eyes.

‘Steve, drop the oar.’ You tell him and he does.

‘What are you doing here?’ Eddie says cautiously.

‘We’re here to help you. Come on, you know Dustin and Robin’s one of my closest friends and Max is our neighbour.’ You still manage to keep the calm tone in your voice even though you’re just about to completely break down.

‘Eddie, we’re on your side.’ Dustin adds on. ‘I swear of my mother.’ Eddie looks between you all for a moment before letting go of Steve and moving towards you wrapping his arms around you tightly.

‘Thank god, you’re safe.’ You mumble as you hug him back, tighter than you’ve ever hugged him before. You start crying as you hug him, the true fear of the last day catching up with you.

‘I was so worried about you.’ Eddie mumbled. ‘I wanted to come back for you but I was so scared.’ Eddie pulled away slightly and you realised he was also crying. You leaned up and wiped his tears away, comforting him as you did.

‘Eddie, we want to know what happened.’ Dustin asked carefully, trying not to interrupt but needing to know.

‘You won’t believe me.’ Eddie shakes his head. It’s only at that moment that you realise Eddie is still gripping the broken bottle, his hand shaking with fear. You reach down and wrap your hand around his, running your thumb over the back, trying to calm him down.

‘Try us.’ Dustin says and Eddie looks between you all before nodding. He moves over to sit down, not letting go of you. You sit down with him as he curls up against you. You comfort him as he tries to figure out what to say.

‘Her body just, like, lifted up into the air and, she just like, hung there, in the air and her bones started to snap and her eyes, man. It was like there was something, like, inside her head, pulling. I didn’t know what to do so I ran away. I left her there.’ Eddie explained a look that was a mix of fear and guilt on his face. ‘You all think I’m crazy, right?’

‘No. We don’t think you’re crazy.’ Dustin tells him as you stroke Eddie’s hair.

‘Don’t bullshit me, man! I know how this sounds.’ Eddie yells making you stop the motion of your hand for a moment.

‘We believe you. Look what I’m about to tell you might be a little… difficult to take. You know how people say Hawkins is cursed? They’re not way off. There’s another world. A world hidden beneath Hawkins and sometimes it bleeds into ours.’ Dustin explains to Eddie who now looks much more confused than before.

‘Like ghosts and shit?’ Eddie asks, trying to understand what he was saying.

‘There are some things worse than ghosts.’ Dustin says before asking Eddie some questions about what he saw. Eddie explains that she seemed to be in some sort of trance and Dustin seems to have some sort of realisation. He explains that he thinks it may be Vecna doing this and you blinked. Of course, you knew who Vecna was, even if you hadn’t played Eddie’s most recent campaign you’d be there during the organisation and planning of every session. You knew everything there was to know about Vecna, at least the fictional version. After you had all agreed that this was clearly something to do with the Upside Down, the other’s all promised to come back tomorrow to give Eddie some food and started to make their way out.

‘I’ll see you, tomorrow, babe.’ Eddie tells you, letting go of you. You shake your head and frown at him.

‘I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying here with you.’ You tell him. There was no way you were leaving him, plus you realised that you now had to tell him the truth whether you wanted to or not. Eddie looked like he was considering protesting for a moment but instead didn’t, seeing the look of determination in your eyes and to be honest he didn’t want to be away from you either.

Once all the others went away, you and Eddie sat in silence. You didn’t want to offload on Eddie currently, especially while he was clearly still processing everything. You get up and head over to your back, grabbing the sandwich you had bought and handing it to Eddie who thanks you.

‘How do you know about all this?’ Eddie eventually asked and you let out a deep breath, realising it was now time to tell him everything.

‘Because I’ve thought monsters from this other place, the Upside Down, before.’ You admit looking down, not wanting to see his face as he realised you’d been keeping something from him.

‘When? Why didn’t you tell me?’ Eddie asks, there seems to be more concern in his voice than anger which relaxes you slightly.

‘Once the day I arrived in Hawkins, once in October two years ago during that argument we had and once last summer when I was gone for a few days. I wanted to tell you, I did but I knew you’d want to get involved and try and protect me and I couldn’t let that happen because if something happened to you, I don’t know what I do.’

‘You don’t think I feel that way? You don’t think it was terrifying to me for you to go missing and now I found out you could’ve died? Been killed by these monsters?’ Eddie yelled and you felt incredibly guilty. Of course, you’d considered that this would be terrifying for him. That’s why you’d kept it secret.

‘I know but I’m one of the only people who can actually fight them.’

‘And why’s that? You’re just a normal eighteen-year-old, you’re not made to fight monsters.’ Eddie argued and you gulped, realising it was now time to tell him everything.

‘Eddie, I haven’t been completely honest with you.’

‘Well, obviously I figured that out.’ You could hear the anger in his voice and you couldn’t look at him.

‘Eddie, when I was 14, I wasn’t sent to a behaviour camp. I was kidnapped and taken to a facility where they ran experiments on people with powers. People like me.’ You finally muster the courage to glance at Eddie who looks completely baffled at what you’ve just told him.

‘What do you mean powers?’

‘Exactly what you think. I have powers. I can control fire, earth, air and water… and I can also time travel.’ You make a flame appear above your hand to prove to Eddie that you weren’t lying, you were telling the truth.

‘Why were you so hesitant to tell me you can time travel?’ Eddie asks picking up on your tone.

‘That’s the final thing, I need to tell you.’ You think for a moment trying to figure out how to word your final confession. ‘Eddie, I was born in 1987, when I was kidnapped it was 2001 and I managed to somehow travel back to 1982.’

‘So nothing you’ve told me about yourself is true? Everything is a lie.’ Eddie spits at you.

‘No, everything else I’ve told you is true. I promise, all the stuff about my family, my past, it’s all true.’

‘Why would I believe that? I don’t know who you are.’

‘You do. I’m still me.’ You beg him, tears running down your face now. You knew this was going to happen which is why you kept it secret. Even if you shouldn’t have. Even if it was all your fault that Eddie was mad at you.

‘No, I don’t. The girl I knew understood what it was like to be abandoned by her parents. She was someone who I could relate to and was the same as me. Now I learn that’s all bullshit.’ You don’t know what to say. He was completely right. You had pretended to understand his past when you couldn’t. You knew that your parents were probably terrified when you went missing and would spend every moment searching for you. You shouldn’t have lied but how do you explain the truth to someone when the truth was so unbelievable.

‘Get out, Y/N. Leave me alone. Or better yet, fuck off back to 2001 or whatever year you said you’re from.’ There was venom dripping off Eddie’s every word. You had never seen him this angry, never. It broke your heart to see him in so much pain and it hurt, even more, knowing you’re the one who caused it.

‘I made a promise I would never abandon you and I know my word doesn’t mean shit but I plan on keeping that promise. But I’ll give you some time alone right now.’ You try to keep your voice even but it does break as you speak. You open up the door to the boat house, heading outside into the cool summer air. You walk over to the back door of Rick’s house and try to open it but see it’s locked. You stretch out your hand and slowly push the air around the door towards the lock, creating pressure until you hear a loud crack and the door swings open. You head inside the house, and sitting down on the couch, finally starting to sob as you do.

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