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Black House (Eddie Munson x reader)

Wordcount: 5005 Summary: You go into the city looking for adventure. You end up finding a familiar face - and a Corroded Coffin. Notes: SPOILER FREE; Swearing

Hawkins, Indiana. The town where you didn’t really need a car to get around, but you needed one if you wanted to do anything even remotely interesting - like leave the city limits and go to a city. Anywhere but Hawkins, especially after the mall had spectacularly gone up in flames. Local businesses, yay, excitement, nil. So, as soon as you were done with your shift at the arcade on Friday night, you’d climb into your beat up car that used to be your dad’s until you turned sixteen, sometimes picking up some friends but usually going on your own, and follow the lights of the city outwards. There was always a feeling of exhilaration as you would have the windows down, music blaring loud, surrounding yourself with all of the pretty lights, all the chatter and noise of an actual population, not just a handful of rednecks.

You parked off of a side street and strolled on down the sidewalk, feeling the sidewalk beneath your feet and a song in your heart. You walked to the beat of it, speeding up or slowing down depending on the tempo. You didn’t know exactly what you were looking for, but you knew that you would find it eventually. You usually did.

But you weren’t expecting to find something so familiar on the street corner. That head of hair could be recognized anywhere. Plenty of people, including yourself sometimes, had pretty big hair but it was nothing compared to the mop-top that Eddie Munson sported. The jacket, the ripped jeans. The city held a lot of punks and rockers but after spending so much time with him in high school, before you graduated, you knew that awkward, gangly walk anywhere.

“Well howdy-ho there,” You said, finally noticing as you got closer that he was holding a bunch of papers. “What the fuck are you doing here, Munson?”

He took in the sight of you, looking a little grumpy at it. You couldn’t blame him. You never were friends - just acquaintances. Lab partners in a science class in which he had nearly burned the whole school down. Any chance of friendship seemed like it ended when your life was put in danger. All because he was stubborn and didn’t listen to you - which is probably why he was still at Hawkins High. His eyes flickered from your Docs up to your hair, and he held the papers close to his chest.

“Nothin’,” He said, looking around to see if there was anyone else walking by. An older lady shuffled and gave those papers a look, and then towards Eddie’s outfit and scoffed, walking a little faster. “Well maybe I didn’t want to give you one, lady,” He called after her, making you laugh.

“Come on, lemme see,” You said, trying to reach for one from behind him but he moved too quickly, stepping one foot out onto the step.

“None of your business,” He said, though you could see a smirk starting to grow on his face. He was starting to have fun, it was written all right there in his expression. So you started to have a little fun yourself. You tried to reach for another one of the flyers but he spun out of the way and jumped right up on the sidewalk. It turned into a game. You’d try to get one and he just wouldn’t let you. Maybe it was all of those tricks that he did in D&D, the dramatics of it all, but Eddie had moves. At one point, he even hopped up onto a lamp post and did a spin around it to keep them out of your grasp. It was impressive - but it put an end to the game. Three of the sheets fell onto the ground and you snatched one up before it fell into a puddle.

“Corroded Coffin, playing tonight,” You read aloud. “Set starts at ten. Are you really out here giving out flyers for your band?”

“What else would I be doing?” He scoffed, raising an eyebrow, falling back down to the ground now that the cat-and-mouse flyer game was over.

“I don’t know, practicing?” You asked. “You’re the lead guitarist right, don’t you have a drummer or a bassist to be doing this kind of thing?”

He started to laugh at that, and I found it wasn’t as obnoxious as I remembered it being. “Now - how do you know that I’m the guitarist?” He asked, curiously. A teenage girl walked by and he handed out a flyer to her, which she took but kept on walking. She crumpled it up and threw it out, which made me whistle out loud - phwoah, that was harsh. You folded yours up and slipped it into your back pocket so it was sticking out.

“It was all you talked about back in chem,” You chuckled, remembering. “Guitar this, guitar that. Cool that you got a band together and you’re putting on gigs. Are you any good?” You reached for a flyer again, and this time he let you - so you took half of the stack. “First rule of advertising, sex sells.”

“Well, shit, I didn’t know I was going to get a whole marketing team,” Eddie said, watching you, scratching at his lower lip. It gave you a good view of how many rings that he wore on those fingers of his. “Good enough to get a paying gig for once,” He said, curiously. “What are you doing?”

And what were you doing? It was a good question. You tended to customize your clothes as much as you could, since you got them from thrift stores and they usually weren’t the ideal size. So you took the scissors and cut out a neck-collar here, some sleeves there, turning pants into shorts when they were too long, adding patches of different fabric to make a whole new look and voila. It usually worked out. But it also meant that a lot of the hemlines were cut off, such as the one around the neck of the shirt that you were wearing now, so you ripped it a little more, bringing it into more of a V-Neck. Showing off a bit of the chest.

“Did you not just hear me?” You asked, and let your eyes skim over the poster again, taking in the location and the time. You looked back up and spotted a guy walking down the street, his hair all spiked out in liberty spikes. You didn’t get that in Hawkins. You took a couple of steps backwards to approach him, catch his eye. “Hey. Kickass show tonight at the Black House. See you there?”

“Yeah, fucking rad,” The guy said, taking one of the flyers from your pack, obviously looked at your chest, and then continued walking on. You grinned and stepped back over to Eddie.

“Fucking rad,” You repeated the punk’s words. “But congrazzles, a paid gig, that’s pretty big. Anyone we know we going to be there?”

He was trying not to look at your cleavage. You could tell, which was kinda sweet of him. “Just the boys, the rest of my band,” He said, nodding, pulling you out of the way as an old man that you hadn’t seen went shuffling by. Look at Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munsen, being kind to the elderly. “Did you want to come?”

“Can’t think of much else that I’d rather do on a Friday night than see a show,” You admitted. You weren’t willing to admit to your rather lonely habit of just browsing what was going on and assimilating to it somehow. Eddie, with all of his non-conformity, probably wouldn’t get it. “Finally get to see if you live up to your own hype.”

“That’s - a -” He said, banging his head, his hair flying all over the place. “-definitely!”

“Save some of that energy for the stage, man,” You laughed. “I’m tough to impress.”

He must have been storing up all that energy for tonight. You couldn’t remember him fidgeting so much in class but maybe that was exactly what had caused the blow-up in the first place. He was handing out flyers and striking conversations. He knew a couple of the local metalheads that walked by and stroke up a conversation. You handed out flyers as well, advising anyone and everyone to come out to the show if they wanted to have a real good time. Sex sells - but it doesn’t always deliver, at the very least, you weren’t. But you managed to get rid of the bunch of flyers pretty quickly, even walking up and down the streets, removing other posters that were taped to walls, and using that same tape to put the new flyers up. Maybe it was a little bit vandalism but it was also punk as heck. Then time began to come down to the close and you followed him towards the bar where they were playing tonight.

The Black House.

It was exactly what it sounded like. Right there, in an Indiana city, situated in the seedier part of downtown, was a black monstrosity of a house. With the right paint job, it could have looked nice but there were rumors that the builder went through a bad depression and that’s why everything - the windows, the door, the walls, the roof, the columns, all of it was painted in the darkest black paint one could get from the hardware store. And after the owner offed himself, it was bought up and converted into a bar, and then they added on a stage and it became one of the go-to places for the ‘alternative crowd’ in town. You were impressed that Eddie had managed to get a gig here. A paying gig at that.

“I should get going in the back, meeting the rest of the guys there,” Eddie said, throwing a hand over his shoulder to point to the thin passageway that lead to the back of the venue. You could just see a familiar dark van parked behind there. He’d start to take those couple of steps while you tried to figure out where the end of the line was. “You coming?’

“I was going to get in line,” You said, furrowing your brows.

“Come on, you’re with the band now - marketing team,” He said, licking his lips ever so slightly, allowing himself just the littlest glance, trying not to be obvious, but you caught on. He held out a hand to you, all of those heavy rings somehow not weighing it down. You shrugged and then took it, allowing yourself to be lead to the back.

“Oh, look at me, getting in without paying the cover, how do you think The Black House will ever cope?” You joked, catching eyes with one of the guys that you knew was in Eddie’s little crew. The Hellfire Club. They had actually approached you about joining in your Junior year, when you and Eddie were in the same grade, before he got held back again and again. But you liked having your free time away from most people, so you had said a big fat no. High school was a time full of regrets, even though you had graduated two years ago, and honestly, saying no to some of those clubs was one of them. Maybe you wouldn’t be alone on a Friday night if you actually put yourself out there.

But you weren’t alone anymore. “Hey, remember y/n?” Eddie said, bringing you around to the guys as they were loading the last of the equipment on a dolly to be pushed inside. “Gareth, Jeff,” And then a little grin, “Sloth.”

The guys laughed among themselves at the name of one of their members, who just rolled his eyes and ignored the lot of us, pushing in the drumkit. “Long time no see,” You said, but paused while looking at Gareth. “Except for you. You come around the arcade a lot.”

“Mortal Kombat champion of Hawkins - at least until that Max person came around,” He said with a smile. He went to help ‘Sloth’ push in the drums and then Eddie dragged you in along behind them. He was still holding your hand. He seemed to notice at the same time that you did and he let go, your arm dropping back to your side. “So what are you doing back here?” Gareth ended up asking.

“Y/N is Corroded Coffin’s head of marketing now,” Eddie said with raised brows. You grinned widely at that. Even if he was joking, which you were positive that he was, it was still a step up from being the person that watched over the arcade. “So they get free entry.”

“That’s a better benefit than dental,” You laughed, and attempted to move out of the way of the incoming instruments. You didn’t know much about all of the tech stuff behind it all, but watched as they set it all up, got it all together. Mostly Eddie though. He wouldn’t let anyone else touch his guitar, he was very adamant about that. He was the one who carried it fro the van into the venue, he was the one who plugged it into all of the amps and other equipment. He was the one who tuned it, even as people started to come in, heading to the bar after paying the cover and finding places to sit and stand, talk to their friends. This might be a paid gig but they still had to do their own heavy lifting, that was amusing. “Anything I can help with?”

“Nope, just stand back and enjoy.... the magic,” Eddie said, pausing to bow and then went back to tuning.

“Alright, I’m gonna go grab a drink and find a good spot to rock out. I’m sure the view is great from side stage but the best part of a show is usually the mosh pit.”

“That - is fair,” Eddie said, looking like he was going to say something. You gave him a pat on the shoulder for good luck, a grin at the guys and then hopped off of the stage onto the ground and headed to the bar. A flash of a fake ID and you had a beer in your hand. It wasn’t cold, but it tasted fine just the same. You chugged it down in preparation, gave the bottle back and then found a spot right up against the stage. There were no barriers for safety, anyone could go on up and dive right into the crowd if they wanted. You were even thinking of doing that yourself. You rested your folded arms across it, watching as Eddie kept shaking his hair out of his face, getting himself ready. You were situated right in front of him while others were gathering around the microphone. Vocalists did tend to interact with the crowd more but you were here for Eddie of all people. This was not at all how you saw your night going when you left the arcade and got into your car this evening.

Finally things were all set up and the show began. And Eddie - was - magnificent. It shouldn’t have been so surprising, he didn’t do well in things that he wasn’t passionate about so obviously he was putting that energy elsewhere. He was shredding that thing, even with his fucking RINGS on. That was what was so incredible about it. The dexterity. That was a guy who knows how to use his fingers, you thought with a smirk.

They had the crowd going too. You saw a couple of people that you had handed flyers to. The guy with the spiky hair. He pointed at you and you pointed back at him and you both shared a laugh. You did eventually get pulled into the mosh pit, the sound of Eddie’s guitar all surrounding, but you didn’t mind. You could throw down with the best of them. You pushed your way back up to the stage though and climbed up upon it, all by yourself. Eddie made eye contact with you as you stood right in front of him. He even gave you a wink, which was surprising for shy Eddie. For being such a metal head, he really did have more of a complicated personality than you thought. You thrust your arms out like you were making yourself into a cross and fell backwards into the crowd, only to get picked up by the people below you and carried along. Yeah, you got groped a little bit but it wasn’t that big of a deal. They were respectful for the most part. You got put down at the back of the crowd and returned to the bar, getting a second beer. The night still felt young.

Corroded Coffin finished up their set to a lot of applause from the audience. You were among them, sticking your pinkies into your mouth and whistling. They all said their goodnights and started to pack up the equipment. You stayed up against the bar, happiness and enjoyment clear on your face. There were even calls of encore and you could see from Eddie’s expression that he liked that a lot. He sought you out in the crowd and you winked right back at him. He stared for a couple of seconds until Jeff called his attention away and they wheeled their stuff off. The second band had roadies to set their own stuff up, and it was only once it was apparent that they weren’t coming back on did the calls of encore quiet down.

Music played through the speakers. Black Sabbath, it sounded like. Yeah, you knew Ozzy’s voice. You nodded your head to the beat, wondering who the second band was. You hadn’t even got past Corroded Coffin on the flyer, you were just so happy for them that they got something like this. The fucking Black House. And here came Eddie now, walking through the crowd, heading over to you. He looked like he was on Cloud Nine. Lighter than air. He came in next to you and ordered a beer.

“No beer bottles thrown,” You said, putting an index finger against the bar. “And no tomatoes? I’d say that’s pretty good for a first paid gig.”

He laughed and put his arms around himself, looking bashful. It was sweet looking. You weren’t sure exactly what prodded into doing this but you leaned forward and put a kiss on his cheek just as the beer was set down in front of him. He just kept grinning at you, looking like he thought that he was the luckiest guy in the world. He brought up that beer and took a sip, nearly choking on it because he couldn’t actually get his mouth to close because of that grin. You grabbed him a napkin, chuckling softly to yourself.

“Oh, shit, you know what’s better than one paid gig?” He asked, giving you an idea as to what had made him look so happy.

“Oh shit,” You said, your eyes growing wide.

“Three more. The Black House booked us up for three more gigs over the next couple of months. Corroded Coffin is making it, baby, wooo!” He slapped down on the bar, raising his voice in that excited way he used to do in the cafeteria. “So uhh - keep your calendar clear, Marketing Manager.”

“Wait, you’re actually going to make me pass out flyers? Am I getting paid for this?"

“What?” Eddie asked, his eyes going wide. “If you want to, yeah, but you’re also like - a fucking good luck charm. We got three more gigs because you’re here. Because you and your...” As respectfully as he could, he pointed over your outfit. The still ripped up V that showed cleavage that he was trying to avoid ogling. “Three more fucking gigs. I can’t believe it.”

“It’s a good night for Corroded Coffin,” You said, watching as he took a sip of his beer. His hair was clinging onto his forehead, the usual shagginess turning into something looser, something stringier from the sweat. It was a cute look for him. You wondered what he would look like if you straightened it all out. but that was a question for another time. “Are you going to stick around for the other bands?” You asked, looking for the other three guys.

“They’re stuck until I drive ‘em home,” Eddie said with a big grin. “They’re outside having a smoke. I don’t know if it’s the adrenaline but I think I’m going to stay and rock out. You with me?”

You pretended to think it over for a minute, but then you thrust your fist up in the air, devil horns over your head. “Ready to fucking rock!” You smiled, and then stuck your tongue out. He was all for that response, replicating it perfectly. As the next two bands came and went, you were among the crowd, head banging and being pushed around, pushing others. When things got a bit too rough during the headliner, Eddie just stood in front of you and crouched down. “What are you doing?” You asked, thinking he was about to get trampled.

“Just get on, Marketer,” He said, and you laughed at the new nickname. It was horrible. It wasn’t catchy at all and yet you still had the feeling that it was going to stick. You climbed on, hesitantly. It took him a moment to balance your weight but he managed. Those arms underneath his jacket were surprisingly strong. From toting around that guitar maybe? Or the weight of all of those D&D campaigns that he used to come up with? Who knows. But he was holding you and nothing could get at you from the sides or in front. You were reaching up and the singer even reached for your hand, touching it lightly, making you whoop and holler at the attention. It felt - really funny. Really freeing. You hadn’t been to a concert in a while and you’d forgotten how fun they can be.

The show winded down, the encore was finished and the lights all around the Dark House lit up, though it was hard to tell exactly. A lot of the paint on the walls seemed to absorb it, making it appear to be so bleak in here. But the energy was still high, even as people were trickling out. Eddie was still carrying you on his back, giving you a spin as you went out through the back doors and back into the open Indiana air, making you laugh and hold on tighter. The other three members of his band were standing around outside of the van, drinking beers which they had gotten someone to smuggle outside for them. “Good show?” Gareth asked, noticing how enthused you and Eddie still were.

“Fuckin metal,” You laughed, sliding off of Eddie’s back and reached the ground. You’d been up for so long, you almost forgot how to stand, having to still lean against him for support. “And you guys - wow - Corroded Coffin shot up to the top of my favorites list - let me know when you guys have t-shirts.”

“T-shirts!” Gareth and Jeff said at the same time like it hadn’t occurred to them.

“That’s why y/n is our marketing genius,” Eddie grinned proudly. “You need a ride back to Hawkins?”

You thought about saying yes, just to prolong the night. Eddie was looking cute as hell right then. The big eyes. The messy hair. Even with sweat making it stick to his skin. You licked your lips so tempted. Your mouth went before your brain could catch up. “Only if you can arrange a ride for me tomorrow to come pick up my car.”

“I can bring you back,” He said with a grin, thumb tapping at his lower lip. “You’ve had a whole beer, I don’t know if you’re safe to drive.” The cheeky man, knowing that he had the same amount.

“Maybe you’re right,” You said. Your car should be safe - a parking ticket at worst but you could usually talk your way out of those by annoying the cops until they just give it up.

“Alright, let’s fucking goooo!” Eddie said, hitting the side of his van. “Y/N get shotgun.”

“What? No way!” The one that was jokingly referred to as Sloth protested. But you played along, beating him to the passenger side door and climbing in, claiming it by putting on your seatbelt. He grumbled and got into the back with the other two boys and all of the equipment.

You were all riding that post-concert high. The guys were all complimenting each other on things that they had done, on a really impressive drumstick flip, on Eddie’s solos, on the way that one or two people even sang along with their songs like they knew them, actually knew them. The excitement of the upcoming gigs, more paid ones, what they were going to spend the money on. You were enthused with them, pointing out the awesome things that you noticed, compliments all around.

The three boys got dropped off at Gareth’s house since it was the first one that could be reached upon getting into town, the closest to the outskirts. Then you had to guide Eddie towards your place, where you still lived with your parents, unfortunately. The noisy van pulled up really close to the curb.

“Well, tonight had been unexpected,” You admitted. “But probably the best night I’ve had in a while. Who would have thought?”

“And who would have thought that y/n y/l/n had good taste in music?” He retorted right back, lighting up a cigarette.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, turning your body to face him while your hand went for the handle. “What do you think I listened to?”

“I don’t know - Blondie?”

“Fuck you,” You laughed, all while knowing full well that you did indeed have a Blondie tape in your collection. “My favorite band was Black Sabbath, actually.”

“Was?” Eddie asked, growing very interested in the specific word. He leaned forward, the curls on his forehead touching your own. “So what’s it now?”

“Corroded fucking Coffin, you dingus,” You laughed, pushing open the door behind you. “You think you can rope me into working at a marketing person for some crap band? Please.”

“Ohh - I can’t tell if you’re trying to flatter me into giving you a raise or if you’re really speaking my language, y/n,” Eddie said with a big grin on his face. “I’m glad I ran into you, actually. Surprisingly. There’s a band meeting next weekend over at Gareth’s house, do you know where it is?”

“I think I can figure it out. Am I officially part of the band now?”

“Crew, at the very least.”

“Awesome. I can be there.”

“I was hoping you can do better than can,” He said, keeping that grin on. You smirked, because that grin was becoming more and more irresistible by the second. You couldn’t help yourself. You always were the impulsive sort - like helping out an acquaintance in handing out flyers for a band that you didn’t know was good or not. You leaned in forward and popped a kiss on top of those very nice lips. That grin disappeared real quick, turning into a quick look of surprise. As you backed away to try to see it better, to start laughing, his calloused fingers wrapped around your chin and pulled you back in. It turns out, he was as passionate a kisser as he was a guitarist.

Tongues flickered together. The taste of beer was still very apparent between you two. It tasted amazing. And finally, when he let you go, you had that taste lingering on your tongue for a couple of moments afterwards.

“Okay, I’ll definitely be there,” You breathed out with a smile. “Besides, you’ve still got to take me to get my car tomorrow, remember?”

“Thank fuck,” He said with a little groan. You backed yourself out of the car and saw the way that he tried to subtly adjust himself in the tight pants that he was wearing. Now that was more than a little flattering. You met his eyes and smiled, and he seemed to blush just a little bit. “G’night, y/n.”

“Get home safe, Munson.”

You closed the door and started to walk up the driveway to the front door. Your parents wouldn’t have waited up for you, you weren’t a child anymore. So you did have to dig the keys out of your pockets and put them in the front door. As it clicked open, you realized just how silent the street was, and looked over your shoulder to see the jet black van still loitering in front of your house. Eddie held up a hand as another wave. You shook your head with a laugh, and waved back before finally going inside. It was only then that Eddie seemed to leave, the tires making an obnoxious squealing sound against the concrete as he got out of there in a very Munson fashion. He’d been making sure that you got in alright, the fucking cutie pie.

Although you tried your best to avoid the cliche moments, this one had to happen. You had your back to the door and you allowed yourself to slide down it, the smile on your face, the taste of alcohol on your lips, ears still ringing from the concert and the music that he played loud on the drive back to Hawkins.

And you would get to do it over again tomorrow. A ride back to the city. Maybe you could talk Eddie into going out for lunch or going record shopping, looking through tapes, trying to find something good. You felt like squealing but it would wake up your parents so you kept it to yourself -

- saving it for the next Corroded Coffin show.

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ilguna · 1 year

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☼ hunter and the prey (Gale Hawthorne) ☼

summary; Gale's restless that he can't hunt while he's sick, so you take it upon yourself to help him out.

warnings; swearing, animal death. weapon use, ehh gore.

wc; 3.8k

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In your time of dating Gale, there’s only been a few times where you can remember him getting sick. It doesn’t happen often, he’s got a strong immune system compared to most people. He’s also got a few siblings, which also might be a factor as to why he’s so resistant to the illnesses that spread around District Twelve.

Besides, he goes out of his way to be very careful with staying healthy. He doesn’t like being put out of commission, because that means he’ll fall behind on the routine that he’s worked so hard to perfect over the years. If there’s anything you know for sure about Gale, it’s the fact that he’s set in his ways, and he doesn’t like to change if he doesn’t have to.

When you first started dating him, you thought that the two of you weren’t going to work out because of it. He didn’t have extra time to spend with you, because it was constantly filled with movement. He’s not really a fan of idle hands, which means he’d much rather find something to do instead of relaxing for even a minute.

It was a hard couple of weeks, until it clicked. You figured out that you had to fit yourself into his schedule somehow if you wanted to be with him, and you did. If you could be around him enough to develop feelings for him, then you could find a solution for this minor problem.

If he went to run errands, then you were on your feet to join him. You’ve been all over District Twelve, thanks to him. You never thought that you’d have to go inside of the Hob, because you manage to scrape by without it, but Gale brought you inside because of trading business. He introduced you to many people that knew him by name, and recognized your face from being around him often.

And if he was babysitting his siblings for his mom, you were suddenly babysitting with him, too. It was the quickest way you could get them used to you. The good news is that they’re younger, and therefore impressionable. It didn’t take long before you were being hounded each time you came through the door.

The only time you try not to go with Gale is when he’s going outside of the fence, and it’s not because you’re afraid of what’s out there. You’ve gone out on a dare before, and separate times of your own free will to explore what’s out there. You used to sit in the middle of the woods with your sketchbook to draw out what you saw around you. If it weren’t illegal, you would’ve built yourself a house out there already and moved.

The reason why you don’t go with Gale is because most of the time he’s going out there with Katniss. You met her a good handful of times prior to dating Gale, and now you see her all the time because they’re best friends. The last thing you want is to take away their hunting day, especially since you’ve managed to squeeze yourself into most of Gale’s week already. They can have a day together, and you’ll have to get over being bored for a few hours.

If you really wanted to go out there with Gale, all you’d have to do is ask, and he’d find a day where it would make the most sense. The two of you would have to clear your schedule, aim for a sunny day, and have a reason for going out there. And it usually ends with Gale hunting while you try to draw the deer before he kills it.

It’s not really appealing.

“How much did this medicine cost?” Gale asks hoarsely, holding up the glass bottle that you bought from the local medical shop. If you even stop foot into a doctors office to buy it, they’ll suck your soul from your body as payment.

You give Gale a look, “Don’t ask questions that you know will hurt your feelings.”

“I can’t accept this, then.” He places the bottle onto the table by his bed. “I told you not to buy me anything.”

“And I told you that I don’t care.” You smooth the hair out of his face, and then press the back of your hand to his forehead. He’s warming up again, you should grab him a cold rag. “If you don’t drink it, then my money’s going to waste.”

Gale sets his jaw, glaring at you. He knows that he’s already lost this fight, because that’s the last thing he wants to hear, that you’ve wasted your money on him. “Fine.”

You give him a slight smile, “I’ll go grab a spoon and another rag. Do you want me to get you a glass of water?”

“No, I’ll be fine without it.”

You get up from where you’re sitting on the side of the bed. You leave his room, heading down the hallway and to the living room, where Rory, Posy and Vick are playing. Hazelle’s in the kitchen, carefully chopping up the vegetables you bought for the soup that Gale will be eating later. You and her have decided not to tell him that it came from you. He’ll lose his mind if he finds out.

“Is he doing okay?” She glances at you.

You pull open the drawer that has the silverware, pulling out a spoon, “Yeah, he’s just mad that I got him the medicine.”

She lets out a laugh, “I told you he would be. I really do appreciate your help.”

“I know.” You smile at her, “I’m going to grab him another rag, he’s warming up again.”

“Dinner should be ready soon, are you going to stay?” She rests the knife against the cutting board.

“I wish I could, but I promised my mom I’d be home because she needs help cleaning the house. We’re having guests over.”

“Do you want to take any of the soup home?” Her eyebrows lift.

“No, it’s fine. I got everything for you, and it’s nice to have leftovers.” You smile, “I’m going to give him the spoon and leave the medicine here. It’s the strong stuff, but it should knock out most of the pain.”

“Thank you, (Y/n).”

“It’s no problem.” You wave her off, heading to the bathroom.

You wet a clean rag, making sure the water’s cold. You wring most of the water out until it’s damp, before leaving to go back to Gale. He’s sitting up on his bed now, looking over the bottle.

“Is this the sweet kind?” He asks, looking at you, “Tell me you didn’t spend that much on it.”

“No, because that would be lying.” You set the spoon down, and hand over the rag, “It's on-brand, that’s why it costs more.”

You sit back on his bed, watching his face. He sets the vial back onto the table, “I’m going to be so behind on hunting. Katniss said she would do her best, but we’ve been having trouble catching anything lately.”

“That’s what I’m here for, right?” You ask, giving him a smile.

He shakes his head at you, “No, I don’t want you spending any more money on me. I’ll handle it.”

“How, Gale?” Your face twists, “You can’t go out there and hunt right now, the heat’ll kill you.”

“What other choice do I have?”

“Stay in bed and heal.” You raise your eyebrows. “You push yourself too far, you know that? It’s the reason why you get brought down so bad when you get sick.”

“No, I’m used to it by now.” He looks away, “Tomorrow’s got to be the last day.”

You let out a sigh, straightening up, “Speaking of tomorrow, I won’t be in until late because I’ve got plans with my mom. I’ll come in as soon as I can.”

“How late?” His eyes are back on your face, “You expect me to stay in bed without you here?”

“You have your mom.” You laugh, “Shouldn’t be any later than noon. I don’t want you worrying if I come late, though.”

“No promises.” He says, sitting back against the pillows.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You smile, getting to your feet, “Your mom says that dinner will be ready soon, also.”

“See you later.” He places the rag on his forehead, head falling back as he closes his eyes.

You leave his room, sweeping the door behind you, but it doesn’t shut all the way in case he calls for Hazelle. You say goodbye to the kids on the way out, giving Hazelle a hug, promising to be back tomorrow.

The good news is that you don’t actually have plans with your mom tomorrow. You’re cleaning the house today for tomorrow because she’s the one that has plans. You, however, already decided two days ago that you were going to go beyond the fence for Gale.

This isn’t the first time he’s complained about not being able to hunt, and the fact that Katniss is going to try and catch him up. The both of you know she means it when she says that she’ll try. The issue is that she’s got a busier schedule, she’s watching her sister most of the time. And Primrose isn’t a fan of watching Katniss hunt.

Which leaves you, because you’ve got the mobility and experience of going outside the fence. You wish you could just give them the last of your savings for emergencies like this, but Gale will never forgive you for doing that. And money’s useful for a while, but he’s got a commitment to the people in the Hob, he’s got to trade with them instead of spending his money somewhere else.

You already know where Gale hides his bow, and the spots where he sets up his snares. You just need to follow the path and take your time with the arrows. He says you’re impatient with the bow because you watch him use it all the time, which is true. He’s able to aim and release within seconds, and you don’t want to wait for the perfect moment to shoot.

It’ll be a long day tomorrow.

—

You let out a yawn, not bothering to cover your mouth. Tears appear in your eyes for the hundredth time, you wipe them away. They’re little reminders that you’re up far too early and you would give anything to go back to bed right now.

You glance over your shoulder, checking behind you to make sure that no one is following you. When you go out of the fence, you’re not normally this paranoid. However, most of the time you’re carrying a sketchbook and colored pencils, not an empty bag, a hunting knife and lunch.

You’re going out for a completely different purpose.

There’s no one behind you. You creep up to the fence, getting close to listen for a few long seconds to make sure you don’t hear any humming. You’ve never seen the fence on before, but there’s a first for everything. You’ll be screwed if you get caught on the other side.

When there’s silence, you toss the bag between the gap of the wire, and then you pull the middle one up far enough for you to step through. You let go, reaching to grab your bag, watching as the wire bounces up and down. When you’ve got it secured on your body again, you begin to walk into the woods.

You follow the path that Gale walks, between a tree and a bush, through several patches of grass. Half a mile in, the land begins to dip, leading you down to the tree where Gale hides his bow. As for Katniss’ it’s a mile to the left to spread it out far. When they come to hunt, they don’t play around with chance.

You find the tree with the snarled root, weaving in the air before plunging back into the earth. The base of the tree has a small gap that undoubtedly holds all sorts of bugs. You hold your breath when you reach in, grabbing the bow, and carefully navigating it out. You have to go in again for the arrows that are leaned up on the inside.

You pull five out, which is more than enough for you. You’ll be lucky if you can even catch two without Gale here to guide you. You’re mostly banking on the fact that Gale’s snares have been successful with him gone. It’ll save you a lot of time.

Either way, you start heading in the direction of the first snare, being sure to keep an eye out for anything that might be hiding. It doesn’t take too long before you get there, and find your first rabbit. Gale has the snares set so that it strangles them, because he doesn’t like killing them himself. And it saves him time so he can move on quicker.

You untangle the bunny, pressing your lips together when you lift its limp body, before setting him inside of the bag. You reset the snare, one thing that you’re decently good at, before heading for the next one, further along the bank. Him and Katniss will pick up his bow, walk this path while he takes the rabbits, and then her bow is on the other side. And they like to hunt for hours after, too.

You watch nature come alive, the sun rising from the horizon. There’s nothing else to do. You’d hum to yourself, if you weren’t so afraid of getting caught out here. You also have to keep an eye out for unexpected hovercrafts. There’s been times where they’ve materialized out of thin air, scaring the shit out of you and Gale.

The next snare is empty, so you continue going. However, you don’t make it far before you’re stopping dead in your tracks, and slowly lowering into a crouch behind a bush. You reach for one of the arrows that are resting inside of the bag, pulling it out, and lining it up on the bow.

A deer.

You’d have to get this shot perfectly to even entertain the idea of taking it down. If you so much as miss and hit its body, it’ll run too far for you to catch it. Gale will be down an arrow, and you’ll feel like an idiot for thinking you can take it down in the first place.

You pull the string back farther.

On the other hand, if you nail this shot, Gale won’t have to worry about coming out here for the next few days. The rabbits are nice and all, but people would go crazy for a piece of a fresh deer, let alone a whole one. It would take you so long to drag it back to the fence, and you’re not even sure how you’d be able to get it into town without people lunging for it, but the look on his face would be worth it.

You breathe carefully through your mouth, keeping the bow steady while you adjust when the deer moves. Its head dips, eyes disappearing. It can’t see you, which is exactly what you need. You’ve seen Gale take down a deer before, and after he told you it’s a hard thing to pull off with one arrow, but he did it.

Which means you can too.

You aim for a spot behind the lower shoulder, because that’s where Gale got, and it went down immediately. It’s hard to run when you’ve got an arrow through your weak spot.

The deer begins to move, you rest the string for a second, waiting to see how far it’ll move before it stops again. You prepare the arrow again, and freeze when the deer looks right in your direction. You can’t move, or it’ll run. They’ve caught onto the hunters in the woods.

Your arms begin to shake from the strain to keep them in this position. You’re about to give up and put it down, when the deer lowers its head again. And right after, you find the tuft of hair that you need to aim for. You fix the arrow, and then release it, watching it shoot through the air and impale the deer within seconds.

It miraculously hits the spot you were aiming for, and you take off after the deer, because its first instincts are to run when it’s hurt. It’s a pain in the ass to run uphill, especially when nature is whipping at you every chance it gets. You manage to keep sight of the deer, and that’s all that matters.

You lose track of how far you run, though, and how much time it takes to catch up to it. It collapses from losing too much blood, and when you catch up to it, it’s struggling to stay alive. You reach into the hunting bag to grab the knife, biting the inside of your cheek. You really, really don’t want to do this.

It takes you too long to muster up the heart to kill the deer, and you start the new journey of dragging it back to the bank where the snares are. You’re sweating and miserable, but you leave it there temporarily while you quickly go through the last of the snares. You pocket three more rabbits, and then go back to the deer.

You spend two hours dragging the deer back through the path you took to get down to the bank, depositing the arrows and bow back into the tree on your way. You leave the deer halfway in the treeline, where you’ll be able to find it.

You sprint out of the trees and to the fence, pausing briefly to make sure it’s quiet before you cross it. On the other side, you start running for Katniss’ house, hoping that she’s home, because she’s the only way this deer is going to get inside of District Twelve without you getting arrested.

You’re out of breath and soaked in sweat when you get to her house. She answers the door, leaving only a gap to see who it is, before she opens it fully. “(Y/n), is Gale okay?”

“Yes, he’s fine.” You gasp, coughing from the way the air tickles the back of your throat, “I went hunting for him, because he was worried.”

Katniss gives you a look of pure judgement and disbelief. You open the leather bag, showing her the dead rabbits inside. The expression drops, she nods, “Do you need help with the Hob?”

“I need help dragging in the deer I killed.” You say.

Katniss blinks, and lets out a laugh, “You didn’t kill a deer.”

“It’s dead with an arrow through its lungs right now. I got it to the treeline but we both know it’ll get torn apart the second I bring it inside. I need help.” You say.

“You’re serious.” She says, it’s not a question, “Give me a minute.”

She shuts the door, you back off of the porch, crossing your arms. It only takes her two or three minutes before she comes out, wearing her booths and the leather jacket she wears while hunting. She walks around to the side of her house, grabbing a wheelbarrow.

“This is the only way we can do it.” She says.

The two of you make the trek all the way back to the fence, where you tell Katniss why you decided to do this for Gale. It’s simple really, you want him to get better faster, and the only way that can happen is if he relaxes about the hunting problem. Katniss agrees, and then she tells you that you just did him the biggest favor.

At the fence, you bring Katniss to where you left it. She helps you get it to the fence, underneath it, and lifts it into the wheelbarrow. This is when she tells you that you have to bring it to Gale’s house. It’s significantly closer, and there you can get Gale so the three of you can bring it to the Hob, because it needs to be sold immediately.

While on the way there, Katniss inspects where you shot it, agreeing that you got it in the right place. You tell her how you chased the deer through the woods and she laughs at you slightly.

“We’ll be set for the rest of the week.” Katniss says, “Assuming we’re splitting it.”

“Of course, you and Gale will split the winnings. It’s only fair.”

“You don’t want a part of it?” Katniss asks, “I’m sure you could get in good, too.”

“No, this is for you guys.”

When you get to Gale’s house, Katniss sends you inside so she can keep an eye on the animal. Hazelle answers the door, “He’s been worried sick about you.”

“I told him not to.” You sigh, going straight to Gale’s room.

You push the door open to find that he’s pulling on his shoes, face screwed while he does it, “I’m going, mom.”

“No need to.” You say, Gale’s eyes shoot up.

He gets to his feet, crossing the room and pulling you into a tight hug. He squeezes you against his body, “Where have you been?”

“I thought I told you to relax.” You laugh, head falling back to look at him.

He presses a kiss to your lips, holding you there for a minute, until he pulls away, “How could I? You’re late.”

“I think you’re delirious.” You laugh, backing away from the hug, “Come here, I want to show you something.”

“Is it an explanation?”

“More or less.” You pull him to the front door, where you can see Katniss on the other side, arms crossed over her chest.

“You were hanging out with Katniss?” He asks, ducking under the doorway. “Holy shit.”

“I think you’ve got a keeper.” Katniss muses, “Or we’ve got another partner.”

Gale looks at you, “You went hunting?”

“Well, yeah.” You shrug, “You were worried, so I went out and did what I could. I got four rabbits from your snares and reset them for you. And I found a deer along the way.”

“Found?” He asks, laughing, “You shot a deer? With who’s bow?”

“Yours, of course. I couldn’t imagine taking Katniss’.” You murmur, crossing your arms across your chest, “It took me for-fucking-ever to drag the deer through the woods. I had to get Katniss to help me.”

“Are we taking it to the butcher’s or the Hob?” He asks, looking at Katniss.

“Depends on where you think we’ll get the most from it. The butcher will take a portion, and then we can sell it for more at the Hob.” Katniss raises her eyebrows.

“We split it three ways?”

“Two.” You say, “Just you and Katniss, I don’t need it.”

Gale gives you a look, “We’ll save a part of it so we can eat it at my house, how about that?”

“Deal.” You smile.

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Tokyo Ghoul - Meeting Someone Like Tanjiro

Ken Kaneki X Reader, Nishiki Nishio X Reader, Haise Sasaki X Reader, Koutarou Amon X Reader, Juuzou Suzuya X Reader, Ayato Kirishima X Reader, Uta X Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: Hello!!! Can I request how would the Tokyo ghoul characters would react to a so/ tanjiro like his backstory and his skill all that.

I'm quite curious what would there be reaction for all the shit she when throu and still act sane (cuz let's be honest all of them needs therapy) and her being a pure soul♥️ and just the biggest sunshine ball of hope that can kill your ass

And you can add anything else to the plot just a so/ that is like tanjiro(I love him🤭♥️👹)

General

Your siblings name - (Y/S/N)

You openly explained the reason that you were there, you told him about you going on a trip, you came back to find your family had been killed by a ghoul and your sister barely alive, you took her to the hospital and they used the ‘only’ matching organs they had.

You wanted to protect your sibling so you trained everyday and even stole a weapon, the CCG, the Quinque resembled a katana and had an affinity for water.

No one knew who you or your sister were only that you aligned with no one at the time that your code names were assigned.

You were named Dragonfly and your sibling named Scorpion.

You became known for your fierce protectiveness of each other and the mercy you showed even the fiercest of enemies.

You learned that your sisters Kagune resembled a scorpion and when he blood touched any enemies it tended to burn them.

You yourself have always had a good nose, you always seemed to be able to tell what people were and how they felt just from their scent alone.

Ken Kaneki

☕ Pre-trauma Kaneki was surprised to find that there were any humans in Anteiku, however finding your sibling attached to your leg he could tell immediately that they were a ghoul and that must have been the reason that you were there. ☕ You had ended up wandering into the Anteiku cafe one day and the boss figured out what had happened to you sibling and offered you both a place to stay. ☕ Kaneki felt that you were the closest that he would get to anyone understanding him and you were understanding as well as quick to explain everything and help him understand. ☕ You were nicer than most and your sibling was a breath of fresh air in the world that he seemed to have been thrust into.

You were the first one to get to Kaneki when he stumbled into The Serpent’s hunting ground, your weapon was drawn in seconds as you took the front line “keep him safe (Y/S/N)!” You ordered as you watched The Serpent circle you, you never let him get behind you as you turned to be facing him. “What does this gain you?” “Just a little fun.” He smirked as he dove forward, you knocked him away with the blunt side of your sword. “Fight me!” “I have no reason to fight you.” You declared as you knocked him away again, it was surprising that you had the strength to fight a Ghoul that had been feeding constantly with no help, Kaneki watched in awe as you kept him at bay while not landing a single damaging blow.

It was later that evening when you were sitting with (Y/S/N) they had just fallen asleep and you seemed to be reading something. “Can I ask you something?” Kaneki asked as he stood in front of you. “Course, take a seat.” You prompted as you gestured to the sofa opposite you. “Earlier with Nishiki, you didn’t hurt him, wouldn’t it have been easier if you had fought him properly?” Kaneki asked. “Probably.” You nodded. “Then why didn’t you?” He asked. “He’s hurting too.” You explained. “What?” He asked. “Every person has something in their life worth living for, it’s why they are still breathing, why they keep going, it could be a person, an idea, a dream, a place, it doesn’t matter what it is to them it’s worth fighting for, should I kill someone for doing the same as me?” You asked. “Well I guess not but wouldn’t they just do the same?” Kaneki asked. “To justify by saying they would do the same, is cowardly and selfish, if you don’t believe that it is the right option don’t do it.” You shrugged “look for a different option, it will present itself.” “And when deadly force is the only option?” Kaneki asked. “There will always be times where it’s deserved but even when death is the kindest option it doesn’t have to be painful.” You explained and you looked at him and smiled. “You will be forced to fight but you will learn with experience. And if you even need help I’ll be here to lead you back.”

Nishiki Nishio

🐍 Nishiki is probably one of the most untrusting Ghouls that you will ever meet, through no fault of his own. 🐍 You were the one that Nishiki didn’t trust, your sibling was the ghoul and honestly given the fact that they were relatively new to the whole thing at the time that you met him he was willing to take them under his wing but he wanted nothing to do with you. 🐍 Obviously they weren’t going to leave you so the offer was never taken but he did tell you about the coffee trick to help you sibling through the day. 🐍 As you started making more of a name for yourselves, he silently rooted for you both, hoping that you would succeed in a place that he had only seen failure.

Nishiki had assumed that you and (Y/S/N) had left the area, he hadn’t seen you in a long time and reports on you had dwindled, he continued as he normally would, it wasn’t like you being there was anything that he worried about, these were his hunting grounds anyway. That is until he stumbles on Kaneki feeding in his ground and attempts to attack and kill him, ultimately leading to a fight that he didn’t know that he couldn’t win. It seemed however that there was someone on his side, that someone was you. Your control with the Qinque had improved since he last saw you, using the water that you manipulated to push away the attacker rather than the blade itself. “Leave Rabbit.” You ordered. “I don’t want to hurt you but your next actions will decide mine.” “He started this fight.” The ghoul known as Rabbit answered. “Maybe but now you're going to walk away.” You ordered as you lifted your katana into a defensive stance, however the Rabbit seemed ready for a fight, she dove forward prompting you to do the same, your Quinque clashed with her Kagune however she was the one who came off injured with the water around you Quinque sharpening to cut into her wings, you saw the flash to your right just before your sibling Kagune clashed with the one that struck at your side, their blood landing on and burning the ghoul causing the Rabbit to fall back to his side. “I’ll give you one last chance to leave.” “Let’s go.” She ordered.

“Why did you help me?” Nishiki asked as you looped his arm over your shoulder and helped him stand. “Why wouldn’t I help you, (Y/S/N) appreciated your help.” You answered as you positioned himself better. “Where do you want me to take you?” “Home is fine.” He answered and you nodded as you started on your way, as he told you which direction to go, by the time that you got there, your sibling was standing at the door with a covered tupperware in their hand. “What is that?” “They’ve brought you a little snack.” You said as he opened the door to the apartment, you helped him in before your sibling placed the tupperware in front of him. “Thank you.” He said softly. “You seem like the kind of person who doesn’t say that very often.” You teased and he rolled his eyes. “How’d you get this?” He asked. “We break into places where there are donor bodies, we take the things that others won’t need.” You explained “I keep some of the small stuff for them to snack on but they’ll have one huge feed every couple of months.” “That works?” He asked. “With the help of the coffee, yeah.” You nodded and looked at your sibling who was standing quietly behind you. “They’re okay?” He asked. “Mmm.” You hummed. “You seem to be doing well.” He finally said. “Yeah, we’re doing well.” You confirmed “just maybe keep yourself out of trouble yeah?” “Yeah, yeah.” He muttered and you smiled before heading out of the door, he didn’t know why you were so nice or even if you were going to extend the kindness again but for now he could be thankful that you extended the help.

Haise Sasaki

💼 Haise was probably the one that was closest to your through process on the other side of the field, most ghouls held some kind of contempt for humans so you guys would often be on the same page. 💼 You were very rarely called in for missions with him, given your position however you did always come by to see him and make sure that he and the rest of his team were okay. 💼 Haise always worried that his team would upset you in some way but you always made sure that they were okay and protected them all. 💼 Even if Haise did think a lot like you, there were some things that he didn’t understand, he knew of your past and he often wondered how that had led the person that you were.

The CCG found you and your sibling about a week after everything happened. They were surprised that you were even still alive, and that they hadn’t killed you yet. They wanted your skills but at first they had no use for your sibling, you refused to work for them unless they came with you and while you didn’t like it, you agreed for them to have some of their blood to test.

You both became the poster children for the CCG’s new Quinx programme, it took a little while for them to find others that were suitable for the same programme but as more half ghouls were added, you were phased out, you and (Y/S/N) only going on mission where you were needed, you two were the best at your job, you got thing done quickly and quietly in most cases.

Haise and his squad had been called to take out a small group of Ghouls that had been hunting and killing in the city, they had managed to track down and kill most of the group however the very last and most powerful ghoul seemed to be posing a problem after taking out half the squad only Haise and Urie remained in fighting condition and that was when you were called in, you appearance was quiet almost unnoticed until you cut the achilles tendons of the ghoul forcing him to a kneeling position “Why would you kill all of those people, they did not deserve any of the pain that you brought on them.” You glared at the ghoul kneeling in front of you. “They were weak, they should have killed us before we killed them.” He sneered. “They couldn’t have, even if they wanted to.” You said through gritted teeth as you crouched in front of him. “You should suffer for what you did to them.” “And you are going to make m-?” He never finished the question, your Quinque severing his head from his shoulders. “There would be no point in that.” You muttered, flicking his blood off of your Quinque. “Are you sure he deserved such a merciful end?” Urie asked as you looked at him. “No one is given a choice in the way that they are born and I don’t know what led him here but I doubt it was good based on the scent of his emotion, the least I can do is give him a peaceful end.” You answered. “His scent?” Haise asked. “Mmm.” You hummed as you looked at the dead ghoul. “He smelled like fear. I doubt that they were doing it for themselves, it seems like they were giving most of what they got to someone else.” “They still killed people.” Urie argued. “So have we.” You answered as you crouched next to the ghoul “find your family and rest easy. Come on, it's time to get out of here, the rest of your team needs medical attention or at the very least something to eat.”

Koutarou Amon

🔍 He could not deny that there had been less investigator deaths when they convinced you to join. 🔍 Amon was confused as to why they ever bothered to keep your sibling around, he could not deny that you were a skilled investigator but he saw no use for keeping a pet ghoul. 🔍 That changed after he was spared by Kaneki though, in fact you were the person that he came to after it had happened. 🔍 You were the only person that he felt comfortable asking, hoping that you weren’t going to judge him for his sudden interest and possible change of heart.

You had been given your own office as to keep you sibling away from all the other investigators, most for their safety, you had full confidence in your sibling but most the time they took an attack from the other investigators with no fight back at all, you demanded a place that was safe for them if you were to continue to work with the CCG.

Amon took a deep breath before knocking on the door “Come in Amon!” You called, when he walked in he saw that you were sitting on a sofa in the office, your sibling laying across the rest with their head resting on your lap. “How can I help you?” “I wanted to ask you something.” He said. “Mm.” You hummed, gesturing to one of the other seats in the room. “How did you know that (Y/S/N) could be saved?” He asked. “On the night that I found them, they were hungry, they did jump on me, but they were crying, they recognised me and they didn’t want to hurt me, that was when the CCG found us, it took a lot to get away from the the first time but it’s never happened again.” You explained “there was a place that helped us to figure out some things that could help with hunger and their better now.” “Better?” He asked. “Well they’ve never hurt anyone here have they?” You asked. “I don't think they’ll ever be the same as before but we can get to a better time where we can live together. Why do you ask?” “I had an encounter with a ghoul on my most recent mission.” He started. “Are you okay?” You asked. “I’m fine, actually he didn’t hurt me, my Quinque was broken but he spared me, he could have killed me but he spared me.” He explained. “And you want to know why?” You asked, he was silent and you looked at him and smiled softly. “I don’t know why he did it but I can only assume like you he was fighting to protect someone else, some of them are just trying to live and the moment that we knock down their doors, living turns to surviving. The next time that you see him you’ll have to ask him.” “Ask him?” He asked. “Can we even talk to them?” “Have you tried?” You asked. “I guess not.” He mumbled. “Not all of them will answer but the ones worth saving, protecting they will.” You said softly running your fingers through your siblings' hair with a small smile on your face.

Juuzou Suzuya

🪡 Juuzou is probably the human that you would have the worst time with considering his view on ghouls and their existence. 🪡 He is very much hit now and asks questions later so you’d find it hard to protect your sibling if you weren’t fighting to kill him. 🪡 He is unlikely to understand anything of the values that you live by and wouldn’t take a second to think about them either, might even mistake you for a ghoul as well. 🪡 You’ve never been one to give in easily and the fact that you kept getting back up was bothering Juuzou to no end.

“(Y/S/N) run!” You yelled, they turned for the exit of alley and you dove into Juuzou’s path to stop him from getting to them, knocking his scythe away and allowing the knife he had thrown to hit your shoulder instead of continuing the path to your siblings head. “Why would you do that?” Juuzou whined “it’s a ghoul, it’ll only end up killing you.” “That’s not true.” You mumbled as you pushed him away, his back hitting the wall as you created some distance, lifting your Quinque, he frowned. “Where did you get that?” He asked. “Stole it, I would do anything to protect them.” You answered as he dove forward swinging the scythe with practised precision, you dodged not once using your Quinque for anything other that blocking a hit you were fast enough to dodge. “I have to get back to them.” You stood steading yourself when you realised that they were not going to be able to convince him that you weren’t here to hurt anyone. You swung your Quinque the water that wrapped around the blade branching out in an attack, Juuzou dodge most of the attacks but a few landed, you lifted the Quinque ready for the finishing blow “I understand that you were only doing your job but would you let me go if I turned away from you now?” “Never.” Juuzou sneered. “As I thought.” You sighed, you pulled back the blade taking in a deep breath. “Stop!” You turned to another CCG officer who was holding your sibling as they kicked and tried to get away, you took the dagger from your shoulder and threw it at the officer. In that second Juuzou kicked your feet out from underneath you using another dagger to stab straight through your hands. The scorpion tail that you had come to know very well made itself known at that moment, easily separating (Y/S/N) from the officer holding her. “Shinohara!” Juuzou yelled as (Y/S/N) took the place in front of you standing with their arm out Kagune at the ready to protect you. You pushed yourself up from your position on the floor, hands still pinned together with the dagger. “Just leave us alone… Please.” You pleaded. “Juuzou it’s time to leave.” The man, Shinohara said. “But-” “Now Juuzou let’s go.” He ordered.

Juuzou met you again later when the CCG took you both in as the first of the Quinx programme “your still alive?” He asked. “No thanks to you.” You said holding your hands to show the scars from your previous encounter. “I’m impressed your pet hasn’t bitten you yet.” He smirked and you glared at me. “They aren’t a pet, they’re my family.” You corrected him. “I don’t understand you.” He murmured as he looked at your sibling who’s Kagune lashed protectively. “I’m more than willing to help you understand if you give us a chance.” You explained. “Well you're here anyway.” He mumbled with a shrug and even if it wasn't an open answer you were looking for it was better than nothing.

Ayato Kirishima

🐇 Ayato understood the need to protect your sibling, he had done a lot to keep his sister safe after all. 🐇 You both did it in different ways but you both wanted the same result, you however seemed to disregard your own health quite a lot if it meant that your sibling was going to be okay. 🐇 Aogiri Tree wanted your sibling but they didn’t want you, they had been trying to split you both up since learning of their existence. 🐇 When all of the other failed they sent Ayato however he didn’t succeed on the first attempt either.

“Who are you?” You asked. “Me? None of your business, no one needs to get hurt if you just give them over.” Ayato jutted his head in the direction of your sibling. “Would you give over your brother or sister if they asked?” You asked. “What does that matter?” He asked. “You wouldn’t would you?” You shook your head “I can tell.” “What the hell are you talking about?” He asked, you saw his centre of mass shift he was getting ready to attack. “You have a sibling don’t you? You’ve kept them away.” You said and he moved forward you blocked his kick with the flat of your arm, slipping back only slightly as you looked at him. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt them, I just thought that we could be friends, you know, since we share an interest.” You explained. “Friends? You want to be friends with someone who was sent to kill you?” He asked. “You don’t want to kill me though, do you?” You asked. “How can you be so sure of that?” He asked. “I’ve seen your work, I’d be dead by now if you wanted me dead.” You explained as you pushed him away from you. “I’m not letting you get away from me.” Ayato informed you and you looked at him and nodded. “We know.” You said at the same time that your siblings leg came into contact with the side of his face, knocking him out. You sighed as you crouched in front of him lifting him onto the sofa in the abandoned building, you wrote a quick note before grabbing some of you clothes and leaving with your sibling.

Ayato groaned as he woke up rubbing at his temple, his eyes landing on the note on the table:

I really hope we can be friends, come find me if you change your mind.

He had no idea why you thought that you, a human, thought that you could be friends with him, a ghoul but he wouldn’t be entertaining you… Or so he thought.

Hideyoshi Nagachika

🚲 Hide loved you both, he saw you as hope for the future that he wanted, for him and Kaneki, you were how he proved to Kaneki that it could work. 🚲 He found out about you when he was working for the CCG but the challenge was finding you, you were very good at hiding yourself and your sibling when the time called for it. 🚲 When he finally found you he pleaded his case with you and you were fast friends especially after he and your sibling became friends. 🚲 You kept a close eye on him where you could and you were there when he needed someone to help him.

You would have been able to smell the blood even if you didn’t have an exceptional sense of smell, you walked into the old sewer system and found Hide and the boy you assumed was Kaneki, you ignored the Ghoul you could tell that he was already healing, your crouching in front of Hide “you're too kind for this world.” You said softly as you lifted him from the floor. “Kaneki…” He said, you looked back at the Ghoul. “He’s not ready to come back yet.” You said “he’ll come home, I know he will but we have to focus on making sure that you are there when he does.” “He’s okay?” Kaneki asked. “He’s healing, he will be fine, what you have done for him will bring him back I promise.” You said as you turned away from the Ghoul to get Hide to someone that you knew could help him.

You waited for him to wake up, he took a while to come around given the injuries no one was surprised “you're still here?” Hide asked. “I remember you saying we were friends, you make sure that your friends are okay, I can leave if you want me to.” You said. “No, that's not what I meant.” He said “it’s just I don’t expect that I look pretty.” “I thought you were cute before and you still are, but past that it doesn’t matter what your body is, it matters what your soul is.” You explained. “I don’t know what to do next.” He admitted. “Well, we’ll be here until you know and I’ll help you wherever I can.” You promised. “You… You will?” He asked. “You believe in me and (Y/S/N), we believe in you and Kaneki and we’re all going to make a world that we can live in together.” You promised, putting your pinky finger out. “Good plan?” “Yeah.” He said, choking out a laugh and you nodded “good then get some rest, you have healing to do so we can get to work changing the world.”

Uta

🎭 You were the one that found Uta, you needed masks for you and your sibling, with the code names that you were given you knew it was only a matter of time before the CCG came looking for you. 🎭 You entered the shop and asked him about the masks while your sibling looked around the room, you were sure that he knew they were a Ghoul and you weren't. He was watching you carefully. 🎭 He had heard about you by now, so he knew about your family and your unique abilities. 🎭 He was convinced that you gained something from keeping your ghoul sibling around, he wasn’t sure what but couldn’t simply believe that you were together for familial love.

“What do you earn from this?” Uta asked as he looked at you. “Um, the CCG doesn’t see my face.” You answered frowning at the question. “Not the mask, keeping your sibling around.” He jutted his head to your sibling who was looking at one of the masks on the shelf. “Gain?” You asked “nothing, they're my family so I’ll protect them with everything that I have.” “Even though they aren’t human anymore and they could kill because they had a bad day?” He asked. “Anyone could kill me for a bad day, we’ve been living like this for months.” You shrugged “I trust them and they trust me.” “Trust them?” He asked with a smirk as he stepped forward his tall stature crowding you, it only took a second for your siblings Kagune to wrap around your shoulder poised to stab him should he move in a way that concerned them. “They protect you the same way that you protect them?” He asked as he turned his attention to your sibling. “You know all it takes is one wrong move and suddenly you won’t have a sister, you’ll be all on your own with no one.” Uta said and you narrowed your eyes, hand falling the Quinque on your hip and he smirked. “You are interesting. You’ll be the talk of the town soon.” “Are you going to make the masks or not?” You asked, “Of course, come back next week the same day, they’ll be ready.” He promised, you stepped away from him. “Come on.” You put your hand out to your younger sibling and as he watched you.

“You came back…” He smiled as he turned his chair so that he was looking at you. “How much do I owe you?” You asked. “On the house.” He waved you off. “Change of heart?” You asked. “Investment in entertainment.” He answered as he handed you the two masks that he had made. “Entertainment?” You asked. “I don’t believe that what you are trying to do will work.” He answered honestly. “The world is too far gone for that but I want to see you try.” “You want to see me fail.” You grumbled. “How about I give you a job here?” He suggested. “Why would you do that?” You asked. “What other job is going to allow you to bring your ghoul to work?” He asked, you both looked over at your sibling and he waved. “I’m sure I can teach her some things about surviving too, make it easier for both of you.” He suggested. “Fine.” You answered “thank you.” “Why are you thanking me? It’s not like it did this out of the goodness of my heart.” He reminded you. “Well you didn’t have to do it at all, so a thank you is due.” You answered “when do I start?” “How about right now?” He asked.

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370 days | jhs

it's been 370 days since you started working at your company.... and since you've been crushing on your colleague jung hoseok.

description/tw/tags: ~3.8k words / hoseok x (f) reader / one-shot / fluff / colleagues au / colleague and friends to lovers / sort of before anything actually happens between them, it's the crushing on each other phase! / includes cameos and mentions of the other members / no warnings except swearing / ahhhh this is my first time writing for hoseok so i'm so nervous! i just did this in a few days and i hope i did him justice! thank you to this anon who requested it! i have another idea for f2l hoseok too now!! / feedback is always welcome and appreciated!! 💗 / happy bday hobi!

370 days.

That’s how long you’ve been working at your company.

370 days.

That’s also how long you’ve been crushing on Jung Hoseok.

It all started on one of the most stressful days of your life, which you could also weirdly say you were grateful for on so many levels - including the embarrassing moment that made it that much worse and that much better, all at the same time. Crouching in the stairwell beside the women’s restrooms with your head in your hands and your headphones in your ears, your new job turned out to be a bigger change than you’d expected. The new responsibilities and duties you were tasked with were overwhelming to say the least. You knew your old job didn’t give you enough to do, nor did it challenge or excite you in any way. And following the challenge turned out to be… well, a challenge. You hoped your first proper lunch break would be enough for a quiet, solitary cry… Not five minutes into your little sob session, a taller, smiley boy walked in on you with his lunchbox, humming a tune and shaking his shoulders in a bit of a dance. Quick to pretend to this stranger that you were just lost, he suddenly jolts back too, admitting that he actually was lost, making a wrong turn while intending to go to the men’s restrooms. Blaming it on the music he was listening to and it's supposed irresistible vibe, he hadn't seen the sign by the door.... but he saw right through you.

“Hey… are you okay?” he asks after explaining himself. The careful step he takes makes you wish the ground would just swallow you whole. As if it could get any more overwhelming, why did a cute boy have to find you crying on your first day of work?!

“I am, thank you, sir… It’s nothing, really,” you force a smile, trying to mirror the genuine one that never left his face.

“It’s not nothing - I’m sure. And don’t call me ‘sir,’ Jesus Christ. I’m not old… and you must be new here.” To your surprise, the boy sits down on the steps, unzipping his colorful lunchbox. “Sit. Tell me, what’s up?”

“Don’t you need the restroom?” you ask, gesturing towards the door, hoping he’d leave you alone in your misery…. so you don’t know why it shocks you when he actually gets up.

“Oh, fuck, yes, I do. I do need to use the restroom and wash my hands. I can't believe I was gonna eat without doing that. Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be back.”

The man was a happy one, but even so, you would’ve dashed…. if there wasn’t something authoritative in his voice. Why on Earth did you feel scared to leave? He must’ve been one of your bosses or a senior at the company with a presence like that. And you embarrassed yourself by not recognizing him and by having him catch you crying in the corner of the building on your very first lunch break…. great. Looking at your hands, fingers intertwined and playing with one another in front of you - too “goody-two-shoes” and innocent-like, you looked as though you were awaiting a scolding. With a command like that, you might’ve been - you still didn’t know the man or how this company worked.

But the happy man comes back with his lunchbox and a packet of potato chips, tossing it to you while he sat back down on the concrete steps.

“Talk.”

To this day, you have no idea what you told Hoseok. All you knew was that he told you to talk, and you did - immediately, before you even knew his name or who he was. You were too scared of him, of your job, and your responsibilities that everything just came flowing out of you. But you’d never forget how he reacted. You were honest, and so was he…. brutal, in fact. He listened, then laid out everything you’d need to have and do to make it in the company, his time since getting employed there, and everything you were about to face and be rewarded with. Every fear you had was justified, and every worry was backed up. It was daunting… until he broke it down. Step by step. Word by word. Though Hoseok’s voice was stern…. the honesty, passion, and faith in his words elicited something different in you…

“So… still overwhelmed?”

“Yes,” you reply quietly.

“But a bit more ready?” he senses, squinting as he looks at you, his lips twisting upwards.

“…Yes," you nod - a genuine smile now on your face too.

Hoseok’s smile grows wider before he lets out a cheer and gives you a thumbs-up and a high five.

“I knew it. You’ll kill it.”

So it’d been 370 days.

Hoseok was still the same, but you surely weren’t.

Sure, you’d find yourself getting overwhelmed on a bad day, and on a really bad day, you found yourself in that stairwell again. But the old you would’ve ran. The confidence you’d been building up since then got you to where you were today. Work excited you now, just as much as it used to frighten you. It was a long and tough journey to get to this point, but it was worth it... and a piece of cake when you broke it down - little by little and step by step, as Hoseok had told the old you. Whereas you used to cower away from any big projects, you now look at every challenge with a “come and get me” attitude. A promotion or a raise was definitely on the horizon.... with time. It’s only been over a year since you started, but everyone was more than happy with your work - especially you.

The only area of your life that that level of confidence hadn’t crept into was your love life.

All this time and you still didn't have it in you to actually ask Hoseok out. You were sure the guy was taken - he had to be, especially considering how much everyone loves him. So you'd had a few flings over the past year - all set up by the office party boy, Jimin - but they were hookups and nothing more. You’d call them meaningless, but they did help boost your confidence too - you didn't settle and were more sure of what you wanted in a man… which is to say you were more than sure you still had the same compulsive workplace crush for over a year.

It was your third day at work when you suspected you’d already had a crush on Hoseok, attributing it to his smile and the bubbly personality he never tried to hide for fear of it being unprofessional…. but over time, you realized it was much more than that and that there was so much more to Hoseok - you knew it since that day in the stairwell. He was funny, cheery, hardworking, and cute, of course. But it was his unrelenting honesty and faith that did it. He believed in others, as he did you that day, and truly wanted others to do better - not even for the sake of their company, but for their own sake. As a team leader, you saw how he thrived and loved mentoring and dealing with his coworkers. You desperately wanted to be under him - in more ways than one - but you were just as content with the leader of your task force, Min Yoongi. Together, they were two of the three leaders, with the third, Kim Namjoon, acting as the head of the entire division. It had been clear since day one that you’d either be directly working with Namjoon or Yoongi rather than Hoseok, but he was the one to calm you down when you were officially assigned.

He should've been up at the front of the office with Yoongi and Namjoon during orientation - in his place among the team leaders. Still, he lingered beside you the entire time, even introducing himself and his work while standing amongst the new cohort of employees. Some part of you wished he'd remembered you from the stairwell and stayed so you'd see a familiar face in the crowd, but you quickly shove the thought away. Surely, he had no time for that.

“Namjoon and Yoongi…. they both look intimidating, but they’re harmless,” he reassured you when the presentations were over.

A squeaky giggle erupted behind you. Turning around, you see the goofy laugh come from a slender and incredibly handsome employee who now had his arms around Hoseok. “Hey, newbie. Just by hearing that, I knew you were new. Isn't that cute? Knew you were new. Ha. Anyways, if you should be scared of anyone…. it’s Hoseok,” he says, letting out the man's name in a whisper, contrasting the loudness of the rest of his sentence and the one that followed it. “Be grateful you aren’t in his team… I know I am.”

Hoseok dismissed the comment, saying that the handsome man - named Jin - was just one of his best friends messing around… But Jin’s words never left you. They never made sense for a while though - why should one be scared over the smileyest person in the office when Yoongi’s silence and Namjoon’s gaze shook you to your core for three months. Eventually, you suspected you understood what Jin actually meant, seeing Hoseok in action from a distance…. but even so, you don’t think you were ever scared of the man. He was just as you expected him to be - direct, honest, a pro, a perfectionist, and maybe a bit strict. When you’d begun to realize it, you’d also started seeing the softer sides to Namjoon and Yoongi - it was a stark contrast to your first impressions of the three leaders, but if you were scared of anything, it’d be disappointing yourself or any of them…. but mainly Hoseok. You had to prove yourself to the boy who blindly believed in you.... but he never failed to remind you that you needed to do it for yourself above all.

Seeing him walk around the office and do his routine motivational morning check-ins and cheers with the entire floor, even with those that would never work with him, only affirmed your feelings for him. Everyone knew Hoseok, and Hoseok knew everyone.

Had it been 150 days ago, your heart rate would’ve been concerning for the few minutes he talked to you every morning. But that was the old you. Sure, you got excited when you saw him pass by - but your excitement changed, just like you did. Now saw it as a game. Hoseok had challenged you to set goals in regard to your assignments and tasks to complement the challenges you faced - little did he know that that had crept into your interactions with him as well. The first challenge was to talk to Hoseok more and more - and the second was to ignore the flips your stomach did every time he passed by. The third was to get him to compliment you, and he surprisingly accomplished that the very same day you'd set it. It wasn't a huge challenge, you later realized, since he also compliments your deskmate...

The fourth challenge was one you shared with Hoseok himself, daring him to come up with an outfit ‘concept’ every single day - in any small way. It might’ve been somewhere around the 2-month mark when you realized Hoseok loved fashion just as much as he loved challenges. You mindlessly dared him to be creative every single day when he walked in one day with a weirdly professional Halloween-themed outfit in October - later realizing you had no idea where you got the guts to do so. Thinking he'd just forget the whole thing, which you cringed at the night before, you were surprised to see him come back with a very subtle Snoopy-inspired look the next day. He hasn’t missed a day since.

“Hey hey, guess who I am?” Hoseok immediately starts when he got to your desk, standing above you in a crisp white shirt and blue trousers - if it weren’t for the box of pink donuts he was holding, you would’ve thought this was a tame, weird outfit for Hoseok.

“Hmmm…. a sexy Donald Duck?”

“Come on."

“I’m kidding - I’d know a sexy Homer Simpson anywhere,” you say, smiling wide when he hands the box of donuts to you. “Thank you, Hoseok - you didn’t have to.”

“It completes the outfit! Plus, you can share - your deskmate will likely eat half of them anyways.”

You don’t look beside you to see if the round-faced boy gave Hoseok a glare - how could you look away from the man standing before you?

“Tell me, Y/N, how’s the new project going? Is Yoongi giving you a hard time?”

Your attempt at keeping the conversation brief was futile - your new project excited you more than anything you’d worked on in this job and the others before it, and Hoseok was the only one who'd listen... except for Yoongi, who was paid to do so. Hoseok’s shared excitement and active engagement only kept you talking, as they did practically every morning. He never interrupted once.

“Sorry, Hoseok - I went on about it but… it’s a challenge. A good one. I feel like I’m… actually using my brain as much as I can, you know?”

“I know,” he nods. “I’m so proud. This is exactly what you should be doing and you're on the right path. Keep it up. I have a meeting to get to, but I want to hear more about it. Don’t forget me, okay?”

“I could never,” you reply before Hoseok walks straight past your deskmate and the entire row of people he missed greeting while talking to you. Oops. He must've really been late. You almost feel guilty for stealing him away for a minute too long.... but who could blame you? You'd soak up every second you'd get with him. And knowing Hoseok, he’d make up for it by passing by the others during lunch or on his way out.

“You’re brave,” whispered Jungkook, your deskmate and co-worker who joined the company alongside you 370 days ago. With time, he also grew to become one of your closest friends - and the only other person in the office who knew about your crush.

“Just because I greeted Hoseok?” you reply to the boy sitting beside you, resisting the urge to turn around and watch the man walk around the open floor plan with his fresh cup of coffee.

“Yeah…. you wouldn't stop talking, you know?” he scratches his head. “Does love make you brave? I would expect it’d make one nervous. Well, that’s how normal people would react, anyway. With all your bravery and confidence - this weird thing with Hoseok and that proposal you nailed last week - you might as well just grab the guy and push him up against the wall and tell him you love him.”

You roll your eyes at your favorite colleague, but he goes on.

“He’s clueless, you know. And I don’t know why you’re so sure the guy is taken… I’d find out for you, but Hoseok’s so… intimidating. I just can’t talk to him, even when he passes by and tries to motivate me - our conversations barely last half a minute. Jimin-hyung, he tells me how strict he is, and I’m just glad I’m under Namjoon. Namjoon motivates me. Namjoon’s so…”

“You don’t need to get into it, Jungkook, we know,” you stop him. “And just because you get nervous around your crush doesn’t mean I do.” How’d you get paired up with the teacher’s pet? When you first met Jungkook during orientation, you never suspected the big, muscled jock to be a fanboy of your leader, but apparently, he was. You have to admit, it made him cuter seeing his eyes grow wider whenever he got to work with Namjoon directly on specific projects. It was crazy how much he loved his job.

“But see, with Namjoon, it’s like a platonic work crush, and I’m still so… in awe and nervous when I talk to him,” Jungkook continues, staring at his team leader on the other side of the open floor offices. “Taehyung is the only one that gets me. Namjoon's sexy, smart…. I wanna be like him.”

“Jungkook-ah,” you laugh. “If you talk about Namjoon one more time, I’ll make you go stand in the corner for five minutes as punishment.”

“And how will you do that?”

“I’ll take away your banana milk.”

“That’s punishment enough,” the boy laughs, not even trying to be sneaky as he steals two donuts from Hoseok's box before turning back to his computer screen with his bunny-toothed smile and wide eyes.

Staring back at your screen too, you see an instant message appear from none other than Hoseok. A picture of Yoongi photoshopped onto the body of a cat with the words “have a great meowrning, everyone!”

You can’t help but smile at the photo, but can't help being confused when you turn to Jungkook to see a blank stare on his face…. Odd, considering how much he loved to tease Yoongi for being catlike - despite Yoongi being his superior and not even his team leader… you were in awe of how much Yoongi let him get away with.

Looking over at Taehyung and Jin, two desks away, they didn't react either. Very odd. You had overheard Jin having a discussion with Hoseok comparing Yoongi's hands to a cat's paws, not less than 48 hours ago.

Brushing it off, you get back to work.

“Jungkook-ah… do you know any cute girls?”

“Jin-hyung…. don’t tell me,” Jungkook responds softly, standing behind you in your shared corner of the office floor - punishment for distracting you by gushing about Namjoon for five minutes straight. When Jin had seen Jungkook just standing around - seemingly doing nothing but pouting - the older goofball ran up to check on him. You weren’t too surprised that the conversation shifted to the topic of girls, having overheard countless exchanges between the boys that worked in your office and hearing them discuss girls and romantic flings way more than you’d like, but considering Jin's character and the fact that you had met Jin’s long-term girlfriend, you were definitely taken aback by his question.

“Oh, no. Not for me,” Jin chuckles heartily. “Bro, I’m thinking of proposing.”

The noise you hear afterward is undoubtedly a shove.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch,” he whines. “Sorry to scare you. Anyways, do you know any cute girls?”

“Well, besides my girlfriend, no, I don’t. And sorry, but she’s unavailable. Ask Jimin he’s… connected. He set me up with her. But why are you asking me, hyung?”

“For Hoseok.”

Those two words were enough to make your entire world freeze. You couldn’t even scroll the page on your computer if you tried your hardest to. If the screen started malfunctioning, you wouldn’t notice. The words you had written on your screen - some of your proudest work - looked like they were written in another language. Nothing made sense… you almost didn’t realize that Jin had already continued talking.

“…. so it’s been a while. About… wow, maybe it’s been over a year since he had someone? And this is the first time he mentioned wanting to get into a relationship, he said he feels like he has to start dating again. And you know him, he’s picky as fuck. I talked to him about several of my girlfriend's friends, and he passed on them all. Maybe he likes someone. Or, knowing Hoseok, maybe he’s waiting for someone to make a move. He’s sitting in the break room now, moping about whether he should download dating apps and… Hey, Jungkook-ah, why do you look so happy?"

"I think I know someone..."

You find some feeling in your body, just enough to turn around and face the boys standing behind you. Only able to glance at Jungkook quickly, you see the look of shock and excitement on his face and wonder if yours conveyed the same emotions or the nerves bubbling up in your stomach.

“He’s single?” you ask Jin. All you needed was one final confirmation.

The older man simply nods, he didn’t even care that you’d been listening in on their conversation - he was used to it. If you didn’t overhear something, Jungkook and Jimin would let you know of anything you missed anyways.

“Hoseok? Yeah. He has been for over a year now. Hey, do you know any -”

You were up and out of your chair in a matter of seconds without a single thought in this world. The usual 2-minute walk to the break room felt like it took three seconds as you crossed the vast office floor and down a flight of stairs to the break room.

Sure enough, sitting slouched over a table and his same colorful lunchbox, distressed and confused in contrast, was Jung Hoseok.

You weren’t about to waste another second - not even to take a deep breath, before swinging the glass door open.

“Jung Hoseok. You. Me. Dinner. Tonight. 9 pm. That Chinese restaurant you keep talking about.”

Knowing Hoseok, you had to make your intentions clear.

“A date. You and me.”

The look on Hoseok’s face was one you’d never seen before. He was…stunned, taking way too long to answer. Realizing you’d never seen that look on his face before, you think maybe he really was as strict as the boys made him out to be… Maybe he was rethinking your entire friendship - which you just realized you could lose. Maybe you could lose something else. Because maybe you just committed a workplace violation. Maybe you just instigated a romantic affiliation with your colleague - not only that, your superior - in a work environment that definitely wouldn’t have allowed it. Maybe you were about to be reprimanded or worse, fired.

The chuckle you hear interrupts your brief moment of panic. Looking around, you see a third person in the room, Namjoon, at the very back, making himself a cup of tea with a wide smile on his face. Maybe it wouldn’t be a violation… if the boss was this happy. The immediate nod he gave you was enough to shove your worries away and finally look back at Hoseok… who was, unbelievable to you, blushing and trying to hold back a smile. Maybe he did need someone to ask him out, as Jungkook and Jin kept saying.

“I… yes. yes, Y/N. See you there.”

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unityblair · 2 years

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Salvation

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham (Eddissy)

Word Count: 3.1K

Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI), smut, slight fluff, panic attacks, penetration pnv, creampie, aftercare

Summary: Shameless fix it fic. Modern world requires modern fairytales. Fixed it all for the sake of humanity.

“Are you freaking kidding me?” Chrissy mused, watching Eddie unload his band's gear from the back of the van.

“Just a freaking sec, Cutie” he exclaimed mimicking her speaking style, walking off into some garage with something that looked to her like some mic amplifier.

“First and foremost, you need to stop calling me that” she crossed the yard to throw a cable that fell off of the equipment.

“Chill, Cunningham. I’m messing wit’ ya'' The boy smiled, baring his teeth, adding much needed warmth into his tired attire. “Thanks for help, though”

He walked into the garage, disappearing for a few minutes. In this span of time, Chrissy felt like a true loner. She was somewhere she’s never been before with a guy that her boyfriend truly hated. To a point that he couldn’t shut up about The Freak. But to her Eddie wasn’t even half of what Jason Carver made him to be. He definitely didn’t deserve the things they made him endure. Chrissy felt sorry for him, but at the same time she knew that he probably didn’t want her to apologize.

He deserved something better than some half-assed apology from Jason’s girlfriend. She sat at the curb, crossing her legs together to keep some warmth. Summer night started to give goosebumps all over her skin. She started to feel scared and she didn’t know why. She felt like something was there, something that knew her. It felt so irrational, yet it was a threat.

She knew she had to persuade Eddie to leave immediately. She was there with him just for him to drive to his trailer, give her the drug she ordered and politely leave to go home.

The problem was that she didn’t want to go home. Home didn’t feel safe enough. She usually spent the time at the Carver’s or at some friends’ house. This time around felt totally different. She was at the verge of total breakdown. Nowhere felt safe, no person felt friendly… Except Eddie Munson.

Some crazy part of her yearned for him to keep her close and not let her go. In reality she didn’t want the drugs, she wanted HIM.

But he didn’t need to know that. Crush on him was a secret she never ever revealed to anyone. It was kind of a guilty pleasure to her. She was in a relationship with a perfect guy that everyone loved. People were in awe of their relationship, yet she didn’t feel right with it. Chrissy wasn’t committed emotionally. She was polite because that’s what she’d been taught. She couldn’t shake the feeling that everything she did… that it was all a well crafted lie. She, deep down, wanted someone else.

This someone that just emerged from a small bungalow’s garage, pulling his pants up as he approached her.

“Sorry, got caught up with guys” He explained quickly, rubbing the dirt of his hands “They needed my help, sorry for keeping you waiting”

“That’s-...” She paused, getting distracted by the way he slammed the back door of the van shut. His numerous rings shone in the moonlight just like her pageant trophies right after her mom dusted them off. “That’s cool”

“You don’t mind it or you just dig my ringies?” He waved his hand before her face, as he proceeded to walk towards the driver's side door.

“Maybe both,” She shyly admitted, feeling her cheeks go tomatto red.

“You’re the real one Chrissy” Shaggy head laughed, opening the door for her from the inside. “Hop in, milady”

And that she did. She slowly started getting antsy and slightly anxious as she looked outside the window.

“You’re shakin” Eddie observed, giving her cold shoulder a reassuring rub. “Do you want some tea or anything when we go inside?”

“No, I… I don’t want to cause trouble or anything”

“You’re not, Cutie. You could never” He couldn’t resist squeezing her knee.

She flinched through the sudden warmth of his touch. It felt like a lightning bolt spreading through her freezing cold body. It weirdly felt like hope. Salvation.

“Sorry, I might’ve gone too far” he retracted his hand as if it burned him to the bone.

They couldn’t deny the electricity they felt when they touched. To their despair, they felt the hunger spread, making their bodies like magnets ready to push and pull.

“No, don’t be sorry” She shook her head sending a reassuring smile his way “You’re hot”

Eddie continued to stare in front of the car lights stunned, wandering if he heard things right. Chrissy, taking in her own words bursted out laughing nervously.

“I’m sorry, if I went too far. I only meant that your body is hot…” Once again it looked bad so she desperately tried to correct herself “Your hand was warm that’s what… What I wanted to say, yeah” She gulped, feeling the sweat dripping down her forehead.

She fucked it up royally.

“Oh, did I make The Queen of Hawkins high blush?” Eddie tried to play it off as nothing to probably make her comfortable again.

“I think she did it herself” She muttered, looking away to gather herself.

“Okay, listen I want you to feel good in my presence. I’m not gonna touch you, unless you want me to”

His words made her shiver. Even Jason’s touch couldn’t compare to the way Eddie made her belly flutter with joy. But she didn’t say anything, because she didn’t know what to say.

As soon as they arrived in Forest Hills Trailer Park she almost didn’t feel the cold.

“So, this is my castle” He swung the trailer’s door open, showing her a way in.

“It’s cozy” She complimented, awkwardly looking around.

“My uncle’s at work. We’re alone, don’t worry no one’ll see the deal go down” He laughed, disappearing in the back room.

“Eddie!” She shouted, feeling her consciousness slowly drifting away.

“Yeah?!” he screamed back, slightly concerned about her tone of voice.

“Eddie, touch me right now” she managed to gasp out, losing the ground under her feet.

The desperation in her voice alone made him oblige. He was so relieved to hear her say these words. He fantasized about it, as he rummaged through these dirty Playboy mags looking at girls in these slutty cheer outfits, covering their faces in order to better imagine HER.

The way she screamed for him felt so odd, yet so amazing to him that he ignored the oddity in its entirety.

“Chrissy?” He looked her deep in the eyes, noticing the white fogging her eyes “Chrissy wake up!” He started to shake her. He suspected she had a panic attack or worse, she found a random drug on the counter and took it and had an allergic reaction to it. “Chrissy wake up, I don’t like this!” He started growing desperate, waving his hands in front of her face “Hey?! Hello?!”

He didn’t know what was going on but he deducted that she maybe needed CPR, because she wasn’t breathing. She was stone cold, standing still. It was weird but Eddie was no doctor, and he was too scared to question bizzare events.

He in his desperation suddenly had a stupid idea. He cupped her face in both of his hands smashing his lips onto hers. Nothing seemed to change in the first two seconds, but then he felt her body falling down into his arms. She curled her weak arms around his neck, bringing his mouth closer to his as she cried.

“You saved me” She cried into his neck “I always knew you would”

“Chrissy, what happened?” Eddie slowly put her down “What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know, but you saved me” She stared into his puppy eyes, feeling herself crumble without his touch.

“Okay, you need to sit” He ordered, guiding her to the sofa.

She flopped down on her butt, Eddie right before her on his knees on the floor. He looked concerned, so she let him take her legs by the ankles and pull them up against the headboard. Her skirt has ridden up, uncovering her panties. She tried to pull it over, but his ringed hand stopped her.

“You don’t have to worry about me looking.” He stormed off to some kitchen cabinet and rummaged through it. “Keep them up, it’s supposed to help you keep your blood flow or some shit. I don’t know, Jesus”

“Eddie, it’s cool. Don’t…” She tried to say, her voice faint.

“It’s not cool, Chrissy. You almost died and I can’t call the ambulance because I have the full arsenal of drugs in here and I’d be dead if I did call, but I sure as fuck wanna call because I don’t want the girl of my dreams to die on me”

She froze, not believing anything he said.

“G-girl of your dreams?” She quizzed, feeling herself grow a little tall.

“I loved you ever since I saw you that day at the talent show” He sighed, feeling defeated as he spoke the truth to her. “But you’re too good for a dirtbag like me”

“You’re not a dirtbag”

“I am. Chrissy are you dying again?”

“I’m not dying, I just felt funny” She shook off her legs, sitting on the sofa.

“Don’t get up, darling” he came up with a hot cup and some pills.

“Are you hurt?” He plopped down before her, like a knight before his lady.

“No”

“Are you feverish?” He crooked his brow deep in thought.

“I just felt cold and unsafe” she explained “Until you came along”

She felt herself smile, finally nothing she did was forced. She wanted this.

“Chrissy, please stop joking around. Do you want to go to the hospital? I can drive you.”

“No, no” She gently touched his hand, taking the cup from him.

She relaxed her back against the cushions, taking a gulp of her hot drink, which happened to be tea and she smiled at the shaggy haired boy, sitting on the floor, beginning to massage her feet.

“Eddie, can I sleep over?” The question left her mouth without even realizing it.

“No question. Anything you need, my Dear”

“My head hurts” She finally admitted, as she gave his back the cup “Careful, it’s still hot”

“Chrissy” He chuckled, setting it on a coffee table next to him. “You almost died and you’re telling me to be careful? Are you kidding me?”

“Sorry, I just…” She nervously toyed with the hem of her skirt as he proceeded to massage her feet.

“There are points in you that are supposed to relieve all different kinds of pressures in your body” he gestured to his doings. “By massaging your feet I think I might manage to make your head hurt less”

“You’re so lovely for this”

“Nah, I’m just preventing you from dying in my house”

They both laughed at that remark.

“Yeah, that would be troubling” She said, feeling the sudden flood of guilt washing over her.

“No, Chrissy, listen” Eddie popped himself up with his shoulder next to her thigh, in order to make her look at him. “I don’t hold it against you, I’m not some asshole jock. I’m me”

“I know you’re you” She chuckled, cupping his cheek. She did not know what devil had gotten into her but she bent over and brought her cherry lips to his.

His were chapped, and uneven, probably from him biting them nervously. She knew something about how that must’ve felt.

“Eddie, can you tell me if that’s okay?” She asked under her breath. She swore she’d crumble all over again if he’d say no.

“More than okay” He whispered against her lips, not moving away.

She felt him kiss her back with such force that had her pull back to settle her back against the headboard. He pulled his ass onto the sofa, hovering over her as he settled his hand on her breast, his finger circling an already hardened nipple through the material of her uniform blouse.

“I can’t believe you want me” He admitted, smiling against her neck, his nose nudging the soft skin between her chin and ear.

“I can’t believe you want me too” She giggled, getting ticklish from the sensation of his breath against sensitive skin.

“So there’s the two of us. Crazy, yeah?” He kissed down the column of her neck, his hands finding the zipper on the side of her skirt. “Can I?”

She swallowed, nodding anxiously. She wanted it, but she felt scared because she never got naked before anyone. Not with the light on.

“Promise, I’ll be gentle”

She felt herself letting go of her worries. She trusted he’d be just that, because he was Eddie. Eddie always spoke the truth, even if it was something you didn’t want to hear. He was that kind of guy.

He gently helped her out of her clothes, encouraging her to do the same with his garments. They stayed in their underwear when he took her hand and said “Let’s go and see where the magic happens”

And they both giggled. She got before him, he wrapped his arms over her tiny figure muttering sweet nothings into her ear. She couldn’t help but laugh. Her face hurt from the amount of smiling, but she wasn’t keen on bringing it to an end. He made her walk to the back room, which turned out to be his bedroom, and then he pushed her onto the mattress.

“Eddie, don’t you dare scaring me like tha-...” Her words sinked in his throat, just as he kissed her feverously.

She felt him getting his hand into her panties, rubbing against her bundle of nerves.

“Eddie, I…” She gasped, looking in his hungry dark eyes. “I…”

“Don’t overthink it, Chrissy” He took her chin, pulled it up and kissed it.

She knew he was right, so she pulled at his belt, signaling to him that she’s ready to dance. She scrunched her nose at the name she gave it. That’s what her mum used to call it when she once told her where the kids come from.

“So fussy already?” Curly head laughed, kissing down her stomach. “What should I eat first, breakfast or dinner?”

“Oh my god, just do it”

“Do what?” Eddie smiled, popping his head up on his elbow as he watched her stutter.

“Fuck me”

“Such dirty words, from such an angel?” He tsked with his tongue, going down to pull her panties aside and kiss the wetness between her thighs. “So ready for me, hm?”

She didn’t know what to say to that, so she just nodded. She felt the heat spread as he started to lick her and swirl his tongue and violently suck, the most perv thing she ever endured. She felt like he was drinking her like she was some kind of ambrosia.

“Eddie, oh” She whispered, tangling her hands into his long hair. They covered all her bottom and almost caged his face, suffocating him on the spot. “Eddie, you’ll…”

“It’s okay, baby. I’m used to that” he assured, giving her pussy a few more licks, before he got up and kissed her on the mouth, setting the butterflies in her stomach free with one idle thrust of his still clothed cock.

“I’ve never felt like this before” She told him, smoothing the hair down his naked back. “I never wanted to do this before, not like this”

“Do you want to see me as we do it?” he asked, not understanding what she truly meant.

“Of course I wanna see you, Dummy” She gently pinched his nose, pulling up to kiss him hard.

He didn’t need another word, he kicked down his boxers and relaxed against the touch of her hand on his already hard cock.

“You’re heaven made, Chrissy” he whispered into her ear, feeling himself go heavier and heavier with lust.

“I’m yours” She started pumping him with little to no knowledge, hurting him slightly with each movement.

“Darling, stop for a second” He took her hand into his “Have you ever pleasured a man before?”

She felt ashamed, but the truth was out so she shook her head no.

“Oh poor baby, you should’ve told me sooner” He littered kisses all over her face and shoulders. “You don’t need to do it if you don’t want to”

“I… I wanna make you happy” She sobbed, feeling exposed and miserable.

“But you already make me happy, Chrissy” He took her face in, licking the tears from her face, making her giggle. “We’ll do it step by step, I’ll teach you one day”

She nodded, feeling surprised as he got his finger into her mouth.

“Now, suck”

She obliged, closing her eyes.

“Good girl, now look. Imma make myself at home” He retracted his finger from her mouth, pulling it down into her. “Oh, you’re tight, let’s stretch you out a bit, shall we?”

Before she could think about anything, she felt him growl lowly as he rubbed his tip at her entrance. She was pulsing for the lack of him, yearning for him to get in. And he finally did. In one thrust reducing the space in between them to only their sweaty skin and bones.

“Oh sweet baby Jesus, you are heaven on earth Chrissy”

He took her slowly, strokes shallow, making her use to the size of him. He was hard to accommodate, much bigger than Jason, for sure. He made her go to the stretches she’d never find herself in as he hooked her legs up his shoulders in order to fill her up to the hilt. The pain was exquisite, and she felt herself drift away as she moaned in ecstasy with each stroke, milking him and squeezing.

“Fuck, sweetheart I’m so sorry, I’m close” He moaned into her mouth.

“Don’t be sorry” She breathed, sloppily kissing the corner of his mouth. “Come for me, Eddie”

“You’re coming with me” He spat on his hand, getting it down between them to rub her clit.

New sensations came over her, as she tightly squeezed his cock, vibrating with pleasure he so generously gave her.

“Oh baby” he came, falling onto her, spilling himself right before he could pull out. He quickly rolled to his back, right next to her, careful not to crush her with his weight.

She felt his cum leaking from her cunt, something she never dared to do before. But she felt it was all worth it as he scooped her into his arms and kissed her forehead.

“You’re a freak Chrissy, you know that?”

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aroace-moron · 9 months

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wrote a silly little lay of leithian x hunger games oneshot

considered posting it

took out my notebook

started planning a hypothetical story for funsies

got emotional

fuck

#yeah you'll probably hear of this again #this is what happens if i don't go to sleep #fuck #silmarillion #luthien #beren #finrod #this will be sad af #and really horrifying #lay of leithian #hunger games crossover #if i don't start posting the whole thing i'll just post the onesho #t #which i love by the way

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gobs-o-cs · 5 months

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" ♫ I'll sing of the better worlds yet to come. I'll sing of getting out of this place - To somewhere that doesn't think I'm just scum. I'll sing of pockets so full of gold they'll never empty. I'll sing of the glorious day when we can all share in the wealth a-plenty. I'll sing of freedom for everyone - No concept of neither saint nor sinner. But for now... I'm quite hungry, so if you don't mind, I'll just sing for some dinner ♫"

Adeus "Halfbar" Oneshoe

(He/Him)

Forest Gnome Bard, College of Eloquence

Chaotic Neutral

Urchin Background

Dice Set #19 - Metallic Swirls

#Adeus Oneshoe #dice set 19 #DnD #D&D #Gnome #Bard #College of Eloquence #Hero Forge

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alwaysweatysneakers · 2 years

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I was forced to leave my left shoe locked on the side of the road, 20 km from home, for the night. The right shoe has been secured on my foot with another lock, and all the keys are put into the shoe I left behind. This means that I won't be able to take it off during the night. Also, I will be able to get my lost shoe back just tomorrow morning, on the way to the office. This means that, if someone is gonna steal that shoe during the night, I will have to go to work with the other one still locked on my right foot!

#oneshoe #missingshoe #converse #chucks

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anachronistic-falsehood · 10 months

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YAYYYY DRREAMSTUUCK HOURS!!!!! are there any specific headcanons you have that wont be explicitly included in the fic ?? things like. idk worldbuilding or little details that are so obscure that writing about them would be clunky or hard to fit nicely into plot. stuff like that etc :]

YES YES. YES I DO. okay first of all dstuck tommy is canonically trans so write that down. it's not really mentioned because wilbur straight up did not introduce the concept of gender to this kid and just called tommy he/him because he knew paradox space was going to give him a son no matter what, so when tommy learned what gender was and said "hey i'm a man >:3" wilbur was like sure ok. thog don't caare!! it is alluded to though and it will be heavily implied in my guardian wilbur oneshot that i'll prolly post sometime in the next couple months after i introduce our fourth beta player :3 (SPOILERS it's aimsey our fourth player is aimsey i feel like i've mentioned it before but yeah. fourth player aimsey :3 the session needs a knight so AIMSEY!!!)

ERET. they will not go crazy go stupid during murderstuck, they are not one of the murderers, but the concept of betrayal and redemption is very important to eret's character so they do have a backstory where they tried to hand skeppy over to the empire and get him culled. it will be mentioned!! probably will expand on it more in meteorstuck if possible, but for now it's barely there. there's SO much to include in dstuck it's insane

ponk lives in a tree because they ran away from the neighborhood they used to live in. someone got culled by some drones and in a panic, ponk ran away with their lusus and disappeared into the woods, where they met sapnap!! they were two of the first ones to meet, followed by sam, bad, and skeppy. they were the original five of their group before everyone else came in!

giving u some beta kids lore rn that will be expanded on in my guardian oneshots :3 tubbo started coding things at like three years old. GENIUS KID! PRODIGY!! he can also just kind of feel when other people are nearby? schlatt never caught him awake at night because tubbo without even hearing him would hide his book or device under his pillow when schlatt is just THINKING of checking on the kid. insane. ranboo is constantly aware of the space around him. try to trip him?? he's hopping over your foot without even realizing it. throw something at him?? he's dodging or catching it without looking up. because of this he has near perfect aim. would KILL IT in baseball!!! also would make a great marksman! unfortunately his weapon of choice is a sword, but he'll get really good with that as well and may even throw his blades in a strife. always hits his targets. tommy can keep perfect time without a metronome. knows exactly what time it is without looking. knows exactly how much time has passed since something happened last, down to the second. would make a wonderful dancer for the way he keeps time, but wants to be like his bro and become a musician!! kind of unnerving when he says "it's 1:32 pm" without even looking up from his keyboard when wilbur asks what time it is. aimsey. kind of a terrifying kid to raise! there one second and gone the next. shadows are their friend. constantly disappearing somewhere, not like they're invisible, but like they're just. completely unnoticeable until they speak. your gaze just sweeps right over them, thinking they're another shadow in the corner. kristen wakes up in the middle of the night thinking no one is in her room and then aimsey says "grandma i frew up" suddenly standing at the end of her bed. it's a got damn wonder that kid didn't give her a heart attack before the game

OOH another very little thing. ranboosprite? from the doomed timeline? not dead. :3 they'll be back :3 hehehehehehe

#dreamstuck #friend tag :3 #ds!tommy is trans but like it doesnt' even rly register for him that he is bc he was just kind of raised as whatever his whole life #wilbur was like “oh shit this thing looks like a girl? eh i don't give a fuck phil said i'm havin a boy so i'll let it do what it wants”#aimsey similarly was raised kinda gender neutral because phil was like “idk what that one is gonna be? take a guess ig do whatever u want”#the trolls all met at varying points in time but the first five all met when they're were only like three sweeps old!! some of them younger #some met in person and some found each other over trollian until they were all together in one tight knit group #def wanna talk abt eret's backstory eventually but it's more than i can fit into dstuck at the moment so it might have to wait for a onesho #THANK U THANK U MAC I LOVE TALKIN ABOUT DSTUCK! UPD8 TOMORROW!!!!#ALSO IM LISTENIN 2 UR VASH PLAYLIST RN. U HAVE IMPECCABLE TASTE

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ernestomaria72 · 2 years

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#drawinginprogress #drawingonpaper #pencildrawing #womanbarefeet #feetarch #2bpencil #feettoes #freehanddrawing #onlyoneshoe #oneshoe #instantart #ernestomariagiuffre (at Villaggio Olimpico) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfoSholKHjA/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#drawinginprogress #drawingonpaper #pencildrawing #womanbarefeet #feetarch #2bpencil #feettoes #freehanddrawing #onlyoneshoe #oneshoe #instantart #ernestomariagiuffre

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tenpintsof-sundrop · 4 months

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I really really hate to be that person - especially because I know a lot of people are under the impression that fanfic authors are greedy and we should be grateful for any comments we get, even if those comments are full of unauthorized concrit, even if they're kind of rude, even if they're weirdly self-shaming (sometimes insinuating that people should feel bad over reading the dark or smutty content in the fics or that we should feel bad for writing it in the first place even though you're also reading it??).

But like, lately, I have been getting so many comments along the lines of "this fic should be longer!!" "I wish this was a series!!" "please turn this into a series!" "I would read endless sequels of this!!!" - today someone literally commented on one of my fics saying that it was a war crime that the fic was 30k instead of being 'a whole series'. And I totally understand the mindset that if something is good, you want more of it. If you enjoy something, you want more of it. But these comments are definitely not as flattering as people think they are.

When reading those comments - it doesn't always come off as a compliment. Most of my fics range from 5k to 30k on average, and they are usually oneshots or oneshots that I have split into multiple parts in order to be more readable - most of my longer, ongoing series are abandoned because I didn't have the steam to maintain them. (Most people don't know at all how hard it is to write a good, coherent, well-plotted 100k fic and actually keep up with it.) After I post the fic I have written later this week, I will have written over 400k this year alone, with my entire AO3 having over one million words split between 79 different fics.

So often, having people look at my fics and having their only comment be to 'write more' - feels like an insult. Because I do write more. I have written more. I write consistently. (It just sucks that people have almost nothing to say about what I have already written.)

Having people look at my fics - usually very long fics - and go "hey, this would be better if it was longer!!" or "hey, that was good, but the only productive thing I have to say about it is: make it longer" - it always feels very discouraging.

It doesn't make me want to rush to write more of that fic. In fact, most of the time, I actively avoid working on sequels to fics where the only comments are 'more please' because I know the only thing people will say about the sequel is 'when are you gonna make more?' - and oftentimes, I don't intend to make more.

I have said this in another post, but the ending to my fics are always intentional. I don't write fics with the mindset of turning them into a 100 part series. I write fics with the mindset of making them like a film or a short TV series - telling a capsule of a story with a very intentional beginning, middle, and end. And if I write a sequel, it's because I feel there is more to be told - but I will also cap off that sequel with a very intentional ending.

(Also, don't get me started on the complex of - if fics don't have the classic 'happy ending' people feel like every single thread needs to be resolved until it gets to a more classic happy ending, when I love writing intentional melancholic and thoughtful endings.)

Also - in general, I feel like people don't understand how much work goes into a fic. It might take you about 2 hours to read a fic that's 30k (and a lot of people who are avid readers probably read faster than that, reading it in an hour or less) - but concepting that fic, writing that fic, and meticulously editing that fic so that it can be readable and pleasant for people takes upwards of 20 hours of work. I would say realistically, upwards of 30 hours. And those are just working hours - hours sitting at the computer actively working. That doesn't include the time spent in between workshopping the ideas in my head while I am doing other mundane tasks in life.

It's very, very easy to consume a 30k oneshot in one sitting and then hold out your plate and go "more please!!" without putting any thought into how much work went into the original fic.

All of this just to say - please think about these things next time you are commenting on a fic (or even closing a fic without commenting at all), or doing something stupid like generating a fic with AI - which steals from everyday hard working fanfic writers. Fanfiction is hard work - it's a labour of love, and it shouldn't be about blind consumerism where you finish one and then rapidly start looking for the next one. You should appreciate each one like a good, hand pulled taffy instead of gobbling them all down like cheap candy mass made by factory machines.

Yeah - I think that's it.

-your local over worked (but still passionate) fanfic writer

#uuugh #either nobody will see this or everyone will and they will complain about it #sundrop speaks #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #ellie williams x reader #spencer reid x reader #abby anderson x reader #mike schmidt x reader #fanfiction #fandom #vanessa shelly x reader #gar logan x reader

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zhongrin · 3 months

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i'll be either super busy or super tired on his birthday next month, so let me just draft a quick birthday oneshoー

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#minors dni #and of course i've sabotaged myself #wdym i wrote a 1.5k pwp IN THE BATH and reader hasn't even started begging yet #which one of you possessed me #........ do it again /hj

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fckyeapedrothots99 · 4 months

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My favourite fic writers pt 2

@toxicanonymity

@the-scandalorian

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Master Eddie Munson Fanfiction Part 1

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Melissa (Made-up character)

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: Angst, BDSM, Blood, Drug mention, Occult, Unprotected sex

Summary: Mel comes to Eddie’s trailer to make a deal, but then everything spins out of control.

Way down the gravel road layed my worst nightmare - aunt Linda's house. I had lived with her ever since I turned 15. Back then, I was lost and worried. That's because I wasn’t sure she’s that different from all the foster homes I've been in.

They weren’t related to me, they didn’t have to care - I thought to myself.

I really didn’t wanted to come home. It was already past my carefew and I was way too high for my caretaker's antics. Barely standing on my feet, I made a u-turn, making my own head spin. She’ll soon catch up that I’m stealing her drugs. I knew I shouldn’t... but I loved the thrill and the money that came with it.

The thrill specifically was one boy. Social reject marked by Hawkins as a waste of air, a complete loser. But to me he was a young god. His unexpected presence in my life was refreshing. I saw who I was, and who I'm able to become if I simply wanted to. With him everything seemed more simple, the burden of existence much lighter to carry. I used to think that I’d die before I let him leave, but in the end I was the one who cut the string. Of course I didn’t want to, he was my friend, but I was weak and he didn’t deserve a half-assed friend like me. That’s what I told him anyway.

In reality, aunt Linda heard the rumors. They were mean and scary. People were grilling the shit outta Hellfire Club - saying that we were organizing satanic rituals, orgies and the most disgusting unholy... stuff. I didn’t want to upset Eddie - he cared deeply for his fellow sheep, and tried to seem like a true Dungeon Master. But in his mind… He was always agonizing over the thought that maybe his hand didn’t fit the glove of a leader.

Early summer wind graced my exposed collarbones. I was dressed in a strapless shirt and preppy flared skirt wrapped tightly around my waist. Just came back from a festival the other day, so no one from school knew I’m back. I was kinda scared of what Eddie would say.

Silence between us was killing me. I didn’t give a shit that he might’ve known I’m a traitor. I longed for him for way too long to be able to think straight. I went for it. It took me half an hour to arrive at Forrest Hills Trailer Park.

I was amazed by the fact that this inconspicuous place so easily managed to feel way cozier than my own home. A fucking trailer seemed more appealing and felt way way safer than a big house on Hillside Avenue. I heard music blasting from the back (Eddie’s room) and I immediately knew he was indeed home.

I fidgeted in place, suddenly feeling unwelcome in his little, corroded palace. I was just a peasant demanding audience late at night - I was mad thinking he would even consider letting me in.

“Melissa?” I heard Eddie’s uncle calling from the tilted window.

“Um, yeah… Hello, Mr Munson” I said with a sore throat. It started to get cold as the sun went down to sleep and the moon came up to play.

“Are you coming in, or you want me to call for him?”

“No, no, I’m coming in" I stepped into the trailer seeing Wayne Munson's work equipment on the kitchen counter. “T-thank you for letting me in this late”

“You’re always welcome, Kid” The man said gathering his stuff, leaving the counter smeared with grease. “He’s in his room and I’m going out to work. Remember to lock the door before you two go somewhere.”

He didn’t know what I did. Cool. At the same time I knew I shouldn't come inside. But... I didn't want to get ripped apart by Eddie in the cruel summer cold, I felt I'd rather do that while feeling some warmth.

“Okay” Nodding, we said our goodbyes and I proceeded to the back room, the only one. Wayne Munson usually slept on the living room's couch. He was a great father figure to Eddie.

Oh shit - I looked around, hearing the shower running - That’s really bad.

My eyes fell to his beloved guitar hanging in the center of the mirror wall, just next to the drawer. There was a radio, few pictures and a bunch of clutter, including harmonica, other small instruments, some half-empty glass pill bottles. I recognized our 85’ yearbook photo pinned to the wall above the bed. It was taken about 3 weeks ago. Me, him and the whole Hellfire in one picture smiling, peacefully living our best life… And once again I felt like the worst friend ever.

The sudden surge of sadness was quickly overcame by a tingly, cheeky feeling in the pit of my stomach. I stupidly wondered if he'd come here naked or dressed. Knowing him for a while, I could tell that he’ll be out completely bare, considering that he knows his uncle is at work. I knew what I was supposed to do, but I haven’t had the courage to announce my arrival through the speakers blasting loudly. Some Black Sabbath played - his latest obsession, I gathered.

I felt my heart swell at the memory that we discovered them together one night in late december, sitting on the floor in his kitchen listening to the radio whilst fixing his shitty old TV. It took him a while to get hold of some of their casette tapes. He sure used them well. Without further overthinking it, my hand gently touched the boombox, visibly reducing the volume.

Seconds after the shower stopped running, and so the dominoes started falling.

“Uncle!” Shout echoed through the emptiness of Munsons’ trailer home. I felt myself flinch, realizing I’m now at his mercy.

“Uncle, why aren’t you at…” his arm opened the door, and before he could finish the sentence his eyes fell on mine. “Jesus H. Christ, Mel!” He retreated back into the bathroom, dressed only in a towel around his inked v-lined waist.

“That wasn’t exactly modest of you, Sir” I couldn’t stop myself from nervous laughter. It’s been a while since I saw him without a shirt on. He was always dressed and we weren’t intimate like… Ever. Because we were friends, right?

“Can you tell me what you’re doing here, huh?” He replied sternly as he leaned out from behind the door pulling his pants up. I saw the curves of his back and ass in the bathroom mirror. My legs clenched at the sight. What’s wrong with you, Mel?

“Bargainer, I would like to make a deal” Instead of seeming scared, I pretended to be playful, relaxed. It always worked wonders on people, especially on him. Confidence and flattery worked on him, he admitted that to me once.

“Why won’t you come to Hellfire tomorrow and we’ll discuss it then, Lady Darlok?” He looked expectantly, whilst putting on his sleeveless Motley T-shirt.

Lady Darlok was my D&D name and we sometimes got into character too much. If I’m being honest, talking to him in character seemed safer at the time.

“Maybe it’s not my game to play, through”

“And what games do you play Mel, huh?”

“Eddie, listen I need to get something off my chest”

“So take this necklace off. Must be heavy. You can leave it here, don’t worry I won’t steal it”

“You think it’s funny” I stepped back, feeling heavy from defeat. He literally could destroy me in a span of a sentence and he fucking did. I despised him for that ability sometimes. “On the spot, damn. You really must be mad at me.” I finally snorted.

“You know what would happen if Riffer Rick found out you’re dealing?!” He came straight at me, pinning me into a drawer, a dull ache coming up and down my spine right where he pushed me.

“I’d probably be dead” I shrugged, feeling kinda dizzy from our sudden closeness.

“Sure, you’d be, pretty one” he remarked, placing his hands on both my arms, holding me in place. “If it wasn’t for me”

“ I…” The words stung at the end of my tongue, but nothing came out.

“I told him you’re covering for me. He doesn’t know about your stash. And it better stay that way…” He stepped away, leaving me cold and hungry for more of him.

“I wanted to propose to you morphing our companies” I said ominously.

“Breaking the rules isn’t for you, doll. You need to stop doing this shit. I’m talking forever, not two weeks or any other loophole you’ll find”

“You can’t be serious”

“I’m deadly serious. You need to stop before they get to you”

“You don’t need to protect me”

“But I can’t not” He looked me dead in the eye. His brown irises making me melt. “The problem is that I can’t stop caring about you, Melissa. You’re fucking disgusting, you made me belive I can be redeemed, but then you left. And your dumb explenations. Go fuck yourself, you fucking hurt me, fuck!” I saw him hit the wall with his back and then fall to a sitting position by the door.

“Eddie, please don’t…”

“I don’t know what I did” He shook his head, long curly hair falling into his mouth, sticking to his wet cheeks.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you” I gasped, feeling myself cry too. “Never…”

“It’s always like that for me. Karma is a bitch, isn’t it?” He wrapped his arms around himself, probably to create the illusion of comfort in this preplexing situation. “I’m the freak” He mumbled after a moment of silence.

“I don’t feel like fighting, Eds” I pulled myself up, knowing that if I leave right now, it’s over. All our sleepless nights, quests and true friendship - it’ll all go to waste. And against all the odds, I realized I can’t leave, nor do I want to. “I’m gonna… Oh, God. I’m sorry”

He looked at me as if I was a ghost. Now I was the abuser. And yet everyone would believe me If I said that he was the one who hurts people, the black sheep. But it was me, everyone was wrong this whole time. I was The Freak.

“What do you want me to do? Thank you?” He seemed really angry. He thought I’m not being sincere. I shook my head no.

“This got so messy, I just got a change of heart. I need you…”

“Where were you when I needed you, yeah?” He flipped the switch with his back, the whole room falling dark.

“It pains me to say the truth, but have you heard the rumors?”

“Of course it’s about that” he sighed, crossing the room just to hover over me like a hawk over his defenseless prey. “I’ve been hearing rumors”

“They got to my aunt” I explained, placing my hands flatly on his clothed chest.

“And why can’t you clarify” he pulled my chin up, just as I tried to look down.

“I tried but she’s a psycho. She threatened me she’ll send me off”

“She’s just playing” He laughed nervously, looking concerned for the first time. I knew he’s feeding me lies.

“Bullshit, Eds. But you’re right about one thing, I should’ve tried to defend you” I felt so ashamed I’d let him end me then and there.

“But instead of that you’ve got yourself new preppy friends and a new sense of humor” He bit back.

“Fucking sharp, you always are, aren’t you Edward?”

He lunged at me, pushing me on the bed, making me squirm.

“Don’t you dare, calling me that” He stood at the foot of the bed, flipping his index finger at me.

“You’re going too far” I snapped, pushing myself up to sit.

“Too far, huh?” He started pacing around the bed like a predator, eyeing my legs and my short skirt. “You’re a fucking traitor, do you realize that?”

“And there it is. I knew you’d say that” I said under breath.

“If it was so obvious, then why are you here?”

“I don’t know” I shrugged “Maybe because I can’t let this die?”

“Then we’re both gonna die, because as much as I hate your guts…” He trailed off, pulling at his hair in distress “ I fucking love you Mel”

“Eddie, don’t call it spade if it isn’t a spade” I rushed to say. He was always quick to say I love you’s, but I felt the need to delude myself that it was different this time around.

“What?” he scrunched his nose, looking at me in confusion.

“Oh my God” I started to laugh at his lack of knowledge about idioms “I meant not saying things you don’t mean”

He was so quirky, I felt my bruised ribs hurt from laughter that overcame me.

“But I meant every single thing” He joined me, smiling like a psycho, and before I could gasp his mouth was on mine, kissing me hungrily.

“Greedy” I finally managed to gasp out.

“Only for you, pretty girl” He lifted me, to carry me further up the bed, setting me comfortably on the pillows.

I felt myself melting against his big, rough hands, feeling the coldness of his stainless steel rings against my inflamed skin.

“Just touch me, doll. I don’t wanna die out here”

And I did not only touch him, I dove into the madness. I felt his labored breath against my neck as he fought his ridiculous cuff belt. I helped him out with a hum escaping my already swollen lips. Some rock ballad was playing faintly, getting me all relaxed and ready for him to take me.

“I love it… When you do that, I mean” he smirked at me mischievously.

“Do what?” I asked, brows narrowed.

“When you're comfortable, you hum” he explained “You seem so sure It's not gonna hurt”

“Then hurt me” I challenged “Hurt me back, Munson”

“Trust me, I will, baby” he sat on my thighs, his weight almost crushing me while he set his hand on my throat, another set my tits free from my shirt, leaving it torn in two, just like I left his heart when I left him.

“No, no, no! Christ!” I yelled at him. “How am I supposed to come home now, dumbass?!”

“From now on you'll do as I please” He said powerfully, holding my chin between his long fingers.

“Y-yes, Master” I uttered, feeling the flood pooling between my legs.

I felt him getting more and more confident at pleasing me. He seemed to like what I responded with. He went for it, and grabbed my panties and tore them apart, bruising the soft skin of my thighs. Not long after he brought the panties to his nose, inhaling the scent.

“Goddamn Mel, you smell like heaven”

And before I could respond his finger was inside me, playing me like a violin.

“I've been dreaming of this” He admitted “Of you in my bed, coming undone by my hand”

“Only by your hand?” I bit harshly into his bottom lip, feeling blood on my tongue.

"Shut up" he spit into my mouth, flipping me over, so I layed on my belly, head buried in the pillows. “You drew the first blood, now you’ll pay”

I felt him smacking my ass like a drum, making me shiver and whimper for him to fill me already.

“Oh poor baby girl, laying face down, not knowing what I'm supposed to do to her. Flip the dice, m'lady” He licked my entrance, sending me into a spinning dizzy mess.

“Oh, Lord” As much as I tried to breathe he didn't let me pull my head up by holding my neck in place.

As I felt myself drifting away he pulled me up, his hot mouth on mine, my back to his chest. Through the sensations I didn't even notice him going inside me. It felt like he was always meant to be there. And he was, and he always will be - I thought to myself, as he pulled me up and down his shaft, biting and nipping at my breast, neck, and ears.

He worked me till I was so fucking headempty that I just wanted him to possess me just like devil possess his accolites.

“You're killing me, Eddie” I managed to cry out breathlessly against his hair.

He was all sweaty and hard-muscled, that I just gave up fighting for dominance. He was the one who was supposed to be leading this quest.

“You're not the smart cookie now, aren't you, baby?”

“I think I fell in love” I said, feeling my orgasm winning over my trembling body.

He grabbed my ass like a stairway railing, holding it tight as he slammed into me again and again until he suddenly pulled back and came all over my back.

“Sorry, pretty. I didn't want you to hate me even more”

“I would never hate you, Master” I said, falling stomach flat on the bed.

“I guess I lied to you” He retorted, laying next to me, his hand over my back, toying with my tangled mess of hair. “You're not disgusting and I'd never hate you, Lady Darlok. Although, this mattress now is and I fricking despise it”

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