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Words: 2,701 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: Alexandria, pre-Negan Warnings: scary imagery, language, typical TWD, nothing particularly bad in this chapter! Summary: Y/N and Daryl sort through their feelings after the previous day and head up to the overlook to see what they can see in the valley below. A/N: [TW in this note: loss of beloved pet, grief] Well, I finally managed it. After a necessary hiatus, I finally was able to get this update finished. Last night, I wrote about 200 words, sobbed, and then finished the chapter. Strider is based on my beloved black lab Aldo who passed away unexpectedly in July due to an antibiotic resistant infection that ultimately damaged one of his heart valves. He was only 7. Writing this fic is emotionally draining for me. It causes me to reflect on my own loss of a pup who should be here still but isn't. Updates may be a bit slow because of that, but I have more of Y/N and Daryl's story to tell, so on we go...

A/N: This is part of a series! You can find all the previous parts on my Master List.

Previous Chapter

Your name: submit What is this?

“Are you sure yer ready for this?” Daryl asked you for maybe the hundredth time. “I just mean—yer leg, ya know?”

You were sitting on the bench pulling on the last of your winter gear. You finished lacing your boots securely and stood, giving him a small smile and a hearty nod. “I’m sure. Would you quit worrying so much?”

He brushed a hand back through his hair as he watched you shoulder your heavy pack. Loaded with gear for the long hike ahead. “ ‘M’sorry. I’m just—”

“Making sure,” you finished for him, your hand on the door handle. “I know. But I can do it. I’m a pretty good judge of my own abilities, Daryl,” you said, a light lilt in your voice. “It’s sort of how I’ve lasted this long.”

“I know. I know…” he drawled again, ducking his head. “I ain’t questionin’ yer abilities. I ain’t doubtin’ ya. ‘M just—”

“Worrying,” you finished for him again. You nodded, still smiling. “I know. But we’ve got this. If I need to rest on the way up, I’ll rest. Now, come on.” You whistled and the dogs, who had been pacing around impatiently bounded out through the front door as you pulled it open. You grabbed a pair of trekking poles that were leaned up against the cabin and stopped on the top step of the deck, looking out at the sun sparkling on the snow. It had been smoothed by an icy wind overnight and looked like a clean, white blanket. You took mental inventory of your gear one more time and then stepped into the deep snow.

Daryl was trailing behind you and you glanced back at him over your shoulder, slowing up to wait, a small smile still on your face. “Are you hiding back there?” you asked him. “Or just guarding the rear?”

Daryl lifted his gloved hand off the handle of his knife and came along side you. “No,” he drawled.

You started forward again, watching the dogs bounding playfully in front. Bear was carving a straight track toward the trail that would lead you up toward the overlook. Strider was quartering in front of you a short distance away, moving left then swinging around and running back to the right, nose in the snow, tail flagging happily. His face was already dusted with snow.

“You’ve been a bit quiet,” you commented, hazarding a sideways glance at Daryl.

He kept striding forward, his bright blue eyes narrowed a little in the sun and snow glare. He gulped. He was trying to come up with a response to that but his mind seemed to be a blank slate.

“Since I kissed you yesterday, I mean,” you said suddenly.

Daryl took a stutter step in the snow and you stopped abruptly and turned to face him completely. You were looking at him expectantly. “Uhh—” Great. That’s what he managed to get out. ‘Uhh.’

Your eyes were bright and perceptive, and you looked pretty much the opposite of how he felt. “Is there something on your mind about it? Maybe we should talk about it?”

Daryl was a swirl of nerves. You’d kissed him. He’d kissed you. He’d kissed you again. You’d slipped your fingers between his. Then the two of you had spent what turned out to be a largely normal evening together in the cabin. Sure, maybe you would touch him lightly on the shoulder or rest your fingers on his arm for a moment. Or you’d leaned your body into his as you reached for something in the cabinet he was standing in front of… and yes, those little contacts with you were setting him ablaze even more than usual—but beyond that… had anything really changed? He couldn’t be entirely sure that there was anything more frequent or more heated about those little touches. Was that kiss, your confession of your feelings for him, just a spur of the moment whim that maintained no momentum, had no traction? He was consumed with doubt.

Maybe he should have kissed you again when you’d said goodnight to each other… it’d felt like being on a different planet when he’d retired to his room and you’d slipped into yours. He’d laid awake a large part of the night, his mind swirling with disbelief and fears and hopes and voices from his past that he could never quite banish.

“Daryl,” you said again, gently prodding him. Fuck. How long had he been staring vacantly?

“Nah, ‘s’nothin’,” he drawled. He was caught off guard with you bringing it up so bluntly and abruptly.

“If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine. I think I’m still processing everything, too. But if there’s something bothering you—”

Daryl cleared his throat and started forward again. You fell into stride next to him again, still glancing over and trying to get a read on him. “I think ‘m just stuck on… logistics,” he said.

Now your brow furrowed. “Logistics,” you repeated. You shook your head, clearly confused. “What—I don’t know what that means.”

Daryl hummed a vague noise and started forward again. “ ‘S’nothin’. I think we should just—ya know, just focus on gettin’ up to this overlook and seein’ what we see.”

You didn’t respond and Daryl could see you still puzzling over his response. He sighed heavily, worried he’d crushed your previously high-spirited mood. “Fuck,” he muttered. “‘M sorry. I shouldn’ta even mentioned anything.”

You glanced back over at him. “You didn’t. I asked. I just—I feel like something is on your mind and if there’s something I can do to lift it—”

“‘S’nothin’. Really,” he drawled, but you still looked unconvinced. He stopped when he felt you gently grip his arm a moment later.

“Do you want to kiss me again?” you asked him, your eyes fixed on his face, your expression open and earnest.

He did. Of course he fucking did. He nodded.

You smiled. The light in your eyes seemed to sparkle. “Then kiss me,” you said.

“Righ’ now?” he asked, a kneejerk response.

“No, next Tuesday,” you joked. “Yes, right now.” Daryl still hesitated. You stepped closer to him. “I can tell that you’re worrying about something that isn’t these fucked up runners or whatever. And it obviously has to do with yesterday. But let me just tell you that I meant what I said. And I wanted you to kiss me goodnight last night. And I want you to kiss me now. And I feel every inch of space between us like it’s a mile. And I don’t see that changing anytime soon. So,” you grabbed onto the front of his borrowed jacket, “I don’t know what we’re going to find when we get to the overlook. I don’t know what’s going to happen. But I don’t think any of that matters. The logistics? We can figure those out as we go. So, if you want this the way I do, the way I said yesterday and the way I still mean now—just get out of that head of yours.”

He nodded and his expression looked lighter. You smiled and his heart fluttered that it was for him, that you were looking at him like that, and that you hadn’t changed your mind. “So… s’alrigh’ then if I kiss ya?”

Your smile widened and you felt a burst of warmth in your chest, right between your lungs, and it seemed to glow outwards. “Pretty much whenever you want to,” you said. You let out a peal of laughter as he suddenly tugged you into him with an arm around your back.

“Ya might regret that,” he drawled, brushing the rosy glow on your cheek lightly with the back of his fingers. “I think about kissin’ ya and holdin’ ya all the time.”

You grinned. “Prove it.”

He leaned down and found your lips with his. It was better than a shot of bourbon or slipping into a hot bath—it warmed you from the inside out and you felt dazed by the time you were interrupted.

Strider had barreled in between the two of you and was wagging his tail and darting back and forth. You laughed and pet his silky head. “I think someone is jealous,” you said. Bear was standing nearby, watching thoughtfully with his bright eyes. “Someones…” you added.

Daryl bent to scratch Strider’s chest and the lab leaned into it. “I know, bud. Ya were here first, but I’mma need ya to just share a little bit,” he said. He glanced back up at you and his heart swelled. He felt a hundred times lighter than he had since he’d gone to bed anxious the previous night.

“Come on. We better make tracks if we hope to be back before dark,” you said, tilting your head in the direction of the trail. Daryl and the dogs followed suit.

_ _ _ _ _ _ You were nearly to the overlook but your leg had started cramping. Both of you were out of breath from the steepness of the climb. The dogs, on the other hand, hardly seemed to notice the mileage or incline. You pulled in a deep breath and headed toward a boulder at the side of the trail. The deep snow and terrain were taking their toll. Daryl helped you ease down to sit for a minute.

His brow was heavily creased. “Ya alrigh’?”

You nodded and drew in some more steadying breaths. “Yeah. I just need to rest it for a minute.” You rubbed a hand over your leg. It felt a bit shaky and every once in a while, the muscle would cramp sending a searing pain that shot up into your stomach. You breathed through it as Daryl looked on, worried. “I’m good,” you said. “It’s easing up already.”

You took a moment to breathe the chill air in deeply, filling your lungs as much as they would allow. Daryl was watching you while you were watching the scenery. “It’s really beautiful, isn’t it?” The trees looked like they all had been individually iced with snow, they were so perfect.

“It is,” Daryl said. You realized he wasn’t looking at the views and your face flushed.

You sighed one more time and gave your leg one final rub. “Okay. I think I’m ready. Let’s keep going.”

No sooner had you spoken those words than a corpse rose suddenly out of the snow right beside you, grappling at your shoulder with tremendous speed and strength. You let out a yell and slipped from your seat into the snow beside the boulder to get away. Daryl was instantly there with his knife, landing a strike to the head and stilling the thing completely. The dogs had run over barking at the commotion from their guarding places and were now sniffing intensely in the snow nearby. Bear stopped to lick your face where you were still on the ground, a hand clutched to your racing heart.

“Jesus fucking Christ! I fucking hate those things!” you exclaimed.

Daryl helped pull you up. “Me too. How the fuck are they just waitin’ in the snow like that?” he shook his head. “Ain’t right…”

You finished dusting the snow off. “None of this is right. We’ve come up at least another 1,800 feet in elevation. That thing should have been frozen solid three times over.” You glanced around, uneasy. The dogs were still on high alert too.

Daryl wiped his knife blade on his pants and replaced it in its sheath. “Ya okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Just nearly gave me a heart attack…” you trailed off, glancing up the trail ahead. “We’re almost there. Let’s keep going.”

Daryl fell into step beside you. “At least the way back is all downhill,” he said. For some reason this made you laugh and he gave you a questioning look.

“Oh, it’s just—Brian used to say that a lot,” you said.

“Mm,” Daryl nodded. “Might be where I got it from. Mountains back home ain’t this big, but we’ve got ‘em. And they’re older than these. Way older… Least, that’s what he told me.”

“Really?”

Daryl nodded. “Yeah. Ya couldn’t get him to quit ‘bout rocks and shit like that,” he drawled, a vague smile on his face. “Once he started, ya just had to let him run outta steam.” You laughed at that. Same Brian. “But he told me the Appalachian range is older than the Atlantic Ocean. Older than bones. I thought he was just sayin’ shit, ya know? But he explained it. They existed before bones even evolved.”

You were smiling at Daryl serenely again, and hearing something so normal about your brother again soothed your nerves from the runner that had just appeared and what you were going to find at the top of this trail…

“If we could set the world right, back the way it was before all this, and you could snap your fingers and be anything, what would you be?” you asked. The crunch of the snow beneath your boots was setting a satisfying rhythm, and you found that your leg wasn’t tired anymore.

Daryl chewed his bottom lip for a moment and shrugged. “I dunno,” he hummed.

“Oh, come on! Sure you do!” you prodded him.

He thought about it for another long moment. “Well. I guess if I could be anything… I woulda liked to design and build custom bikes. Work with my hands, ya know? I dun think I’d be any good at studyin’ like you or Brian were.”

“I think you could do whatever you decided to,” you said. “But hey—you could still design and build custom bikes now. Just is probably a bit harder,” you said thoughtfully.

Daryl rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “Yeah, I, uhh—I did kinda. My bike is somewhere down at the bottom of the damn mountains,” he said with a wry laugh. “I built it back home with a bunch of spare parts and—anyway, it’s what got me out here.”

“Are you serious? It’s just sitting down there somewhere?”

“Yeah. I tried to leave it in a safe place but who knows… could only get so far in the snow on a motorcycle.”

“Well, we should go get it. When the snow is gone, we’ll go find it,” you said, as if that was a perfectly easy task.

Daryl glanced over at you and laughed, shaking his head. “Just like that?”

“Yeah. Why not? Between the two of us badasses I’m sure we can manage,” you said with a grin.

God, Daryl loved to see the light in you shining like this. It seemed to be glowing through more and more these days. “Alrigh’. Then we’ll find it. If ya say so.”

You nodded. “I do.” You glanced ahead as the two of your rounded a curve. You pointed with your trekking pole to a very obvious rock formation just ahead. “There. That’s the overlook. There’s a natural window in the rock. You can see the whole valley.”

Daryl followed you the final stretch up. The trail had narrowed and was switchbacks cutting across the mountainside, carving through the wind-stunted trees and rocks. Finally, the two of you stepped onto the stone, largely protected from snow by the natural arch above.

You set your pack down and pulled the spotting scope and tripod from inside and started setting it up. Daryl was already scrutinizing the trees and plains below, but the distance was so great he couldn’t really make anything out beyond the winding elbows of the rivers and streams and a few distant buildings. “Okay,” you mused. “Let’s see just how screwed we are…”

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moody4world · 10 months

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Tears cleanse the heart pt2

A/N: AAHHH FINALLY A PART 2, im sorry for the long wait :/ here’s the link for pt 1 to refresh your memory.

PT1

Label owner!jack x upcoming artist!reader

If someone asked you last year how your relationship with Jack would be now, you would have never guessed it’d be this way. The Jack you met that night at the industry party was a completely different person from the one that you now know.

After coming back from the restroom, the man Drama had been talking to approached you and simply said “I’m Jack” while giving you the most hypnotizing smile and offering you a hand, which you took and said. “The name’s y/n” Jack nods and says “Drama told me a lot about you and I was thinking you’d be perfect for my label. Since you’re looking for one, i’m sure we can agree on something y/n”

The two of you conversed all night and Jack even flirted here and there but you just chucked it up to his personality. The two of you made plans for you and your managaer aka your cousin to come to his office the next day to look over a contract and get signed to his label right away.

“Mo we have a meeting at 2pm with him to sign this contract but i dont know if it’s what I want” “Girl why are you overthinking this?! It’s THEE Jack Harlow hello????!” “That doesn’t mean anything to me though and you know that. I have absolutely zero knowledge about label owners. MY concern is them limiting my creative freedom Mo” “y/n Jack likes you, maybe even more than just an artist from what i’ve seen so just go with it and everything will be alright” Mo shrugged.

Walking into the giant building only made the moment more surreal. You walked up to the front desk with Mo in tow.

“Hello welcome to Churchill Records how may I help you?” “Uh hi, we’re here to see Mr. Harlow?” “What’s your name sweetie?” “Oh my bad it’s y/n” The assistant starts to look for your name in the system but seemed to be having a hard time finding it.

“Here it is! you said y/n, correct?” “Yeah that’s me.” “Okay then, take a seat on that sofa right there and i’ll just give Mr. Harlow a call and tell him you’re here.” “Okay thank you so much”

You and Mo took a seat on the sofa and waited like you were asked. Mo being the impatient woman that she is kept checking her watch every 3 seconds, rolling her eyes and huffing. After the third huff you couldn’t take it anymore. “Mo can you stop?” “Y/n who does he think he is having us wait all this time? We got shit to do.” You looked at Mo with a ‘really?’ face knowing all too well that you did not have any other meetings today. “You’re hungover from last night aren’t you?” You could see her about to get defensive when the familiar voice of Jack himself interrupted you guys’ mini argument.

“There she is!” More like there HE was. Jack looked more attractive than you remembered from last night and no it wasn’t the tight fitted suit and the silver watch and the shiny rings. Sure those added to it but his energy was so captivating. Maybe it’s cause he was in his element, i mean this is the Churchill Records HQ after all. He had his arms open wide to receive you and Mo. Jack gave you a tight hug and good God did he smell good. You didn’t even notice that the two of you were hugging for a bit too long or the fact that jacks hand was a bit lower than what is deemed professional until Mo cleared her throat loudly. You quickly broke away from the hug and introduced Mo. “Oh sorry this is my manager and cousin, Monifa or Mo for short.” Jack shakes Mo’s hand and the two of you follow him up to his office. The elevator ride was awkwardly quiet but thankfully fast.

Once in his office Jack offered you and Mo to take a seat across from him and so you did. The office walls were covered in golden and diamond records and shelves full of awards. “Okay so let’s get down to business. I got the contract ready, just like we discussed yesterday i just need you to sign it and we’re set.” Jack immediately took out a contract of four long pages and a copy sliding them towards you along with a pen. Mo grabbed the pen right away with no hesitation, making you very nervous. “Woah woah wait Mo, we should read it first.” you suggested apprehensively. Both Mo and Jack found your reaction a bit dramatic but only Jack tried to hide it.

“Look y/n. You are extremely talented. You’ve got a beautiful voice, a great ear for music. Your beats, your instrumental skills are out of this world good. You’re doing an amazing job at promoting yourself but you can only do so much with the amount of recourses and connections you have on your own. With my help, it can only get better from here. America knows you but the world deserves to know you, hear that beautiful voice and experience your talents. Having tiktok hits is cool and all but i can get you to the grammy’s y/n. You’re too beautiful to let all these opportunities go to waste. You were born to be a star y/n, trust me.”

“Y/n i already told you, this is THEE Jack Harlow. He knows what he’s doing.” Jack simply nodded in agreement to what Monifa said while not taking his bright blue eyes off of your concerned brown ones. With a small sigh you grab the pen and sign. One page after the other. Giving away one piece of freedom after the other.

Everything that came after that seemed like a dream. Major photoshoots, interviews, red carpets and award shows. More hits, more recognition and more love. Not just fan love but romantic love as well. You know you shouldn’t have but you had caught feelings for Jack and needless to say, he had caught feelings for you too. You were at his luxury condo more than you were at your own apartment. The two of you were inseparable to say the least. Yet sadly, dreams don’t last forever.

Jack would be your date to red carpets and award shows but never confirmed any suspicions or rumors of you guys dating. Jack claimed he wanted to maintain his professional image and dating his newest signed artist would tarnish his reputation. He would treat you like any other one of his artists in public but behind closed doors you were his everything, sometimes at least. Constant gifts, private baecations, surprise bouquets and the list goes on. It all seems like unicorns and rainbows but that was just the good days. All of those things were simply used to distract you from the real him. After signing the contract, Jack became the main one in control of your career. Needed to be styled? Jack. Needed a music video director? Jack. Needed a producer? Jack. Needed a co-writer? You guessed it, mother effing Jack.

Any mainly male position in your team was done or taken by Jack. At first you chucked it up to him being involved and making sure things were going how he planned but as time went on it only became overbearing. Brent Faiyaz contacted you for a collaboration and you were over the moon. All your excitement was turned down when Jack denied the request once you told him about it. Jack knew that Brent has been one of your absolute favorite artists for a long time and it’s been a dream of yours to collab with someone as talented as him.

“I don’t care if you make that pouty face y/n, no means no.” He said seriously, barely batting an eye at how your once excited expression completely did a 180. And that’s when you lost it. “Why don’t you ever let me collab with the people i want? You’re so controlling and overbearing, you know that?!” Jack simply kept writing in his planner and ignoring you, only causing you to get more angry. You snatch his pen out of his hand and continued with your fed up rant. “You never listen to what i want, you always ignore my ideas and you treat me like absolute dog shit when we’re in private unless you want something from me. At first I thought it’s because you want what’s best for me but you only care about your damn self. You’re a selfish piece of shit Jackman!”

Thats when Jack aggressively got up from his chair, banging his palms on his desk and yelling at you causing you to flinch in fear. “YOU DON’T KNOW A SINGLE THING OF BEING SELFISH. EVERYTHING I HAVE DONE HAS BEEN FOR YOU AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME Y/N?!”

You were frozen in complete fear. Jack had never and i mean NEVER raised his voice at you before. Tears brimmed your eyes as you stared at the man you once saw as your prince charming but now all you could see was the dragon trapping the princess in the tower.

Jack immediately regretted what he had done once he noticed the fear in your eyes. He slowly walked around the desk and pulled you into a hug. He could feel you getting tense and that only broke his heart. The last thing he wanted was for you to fear him. But at least now he knew you wouldn’t dare to question him again. After the incident you had called Mo as soon as you got in the car. The tears you tried so hard to hold back came rushing down as soon as she picked up your call. “Hello? y/n are you crying? What happened?” All you could do was sob. “Mo i can’t do this. I really don’t like this anymore.”

Monifa huffed at your cries since it was not the first time you called her crying with these exact same sentences. “Y/n you do this every month. You wanted to be a celebrity didn’t you? Nobody said it was easy.” “Mo this isn’t like the other times okay. Jack yelled at me and i’m really scared.”

A silence reigned in your car as Mo kept quiet, only your occasional sniffles being heard. “Well did he hit you?” If Mo was in person right now she would’ve seen the shock and confusion on your face towards her reaction. Did she really just ask that right now…

“No…” “Then girl suck it up, he’s your label owner and according to the contract that YOU signed, what he says goes.” Oddly enough, the beep you heard after her reply hurt you more than the words Jack threw at you only a few minutes ago. A couple weeks after your contract signing you noticed your relationship with Monifa getting weirder and weirder. The two of you were practically sisters with how you were raised. You looked up to her in many ways especially since she was a few years older than you. You don’t know where things went wrong but she was no longer the nurturing and caring big sister figure she once was to you. Instead she was cold, distanced and always defended Jack’s actions claiming it’s part of your contract.

Speaking of said contract, you never even got the chance to read it. As soon as it was signed Mo had stuffed your copy in her purse and you never saw it again. In retrospect it’s odd but in that moment it hadn’t raised any suspicions.

As time went on you only became more compliant and submissive to Jack’s orders. Whatever Jack says, goes but oddly enough you only became more clingy to him. Monifa was your only family in Atlanta and that relationship hasn’t been the same. You felt lonely and Jack was the only one there to help. Jack thought that this is exactly what he wanted. For you to only have and depend on him and nobody else but he quickly realized that he was wrong.

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sluttyenha · 2 years

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OMFG I'm so exited for this

53 and 89 example 1, with Jay please

Pairing: Jay x reader

Warning: MDNI , not proof read

Note! Here's another one of the entries! I wrote this in a hurry since Tumblr decided to act up again and delete my work 🤡 hope you like it! I don't really like how this turned out but okay😃

The prompts : “you’re so pretty when you cry.” AND “this is my pussy i can touch it whenever and however i please”

You were in a very inappropriate position with your boyfriend in his cabin. He was thrusting inside of you at a very fast pace . His hands on your neck , choking you slightly , enough to let you breathe. He was staring at you intensely making you more aroused. You got into this because of your little act. You always wanted to have sex with jay in his cabin . The risk of his employees hearing you guys always exited you but your dear boyfriend was against it.

“no we can't do it there baby , it's my workplace . We can't ket my employees hear us.” that's what he always told you whenever you brought the topic up. But you being the stubborn person you are , you decided to tease him so he would finally fuck your guts out in his office. And we'll that seemed to work . You wore a short and black dress which showed your curves perfectly , making you look sexy as ever. All the male employees were drooling over you and the female ones were throwing those envious looks. You had a plan , you went over to Sunghoon , Jay's friend whose known to be flirty even with you. Well you knew the news of you coming over would spread over to jay quickly and he would look into to camera to see where you were and what you were doing . You went over to Sunghoon and put your hand over his shoulders , he turned around startled but soon a smirk came over his lips . “oooo y/n , how did I get the pleasure of seeing you here in my cabin~” “you know the drill sunghoon, i told you yesterday I was going to do it and here I am ” yep you told him about your plan and he was ready to help you . “yes here you are in your glory , I'm honoured to be honest , because you look stunning” the show was on and the audiance was ready . How do they know you ask? The camera bleeped a red light indicating someone turned it on and everyone here knows damn well who it is. Sunghoon stood up and came closer to you keeping his hands at you waist and pulling up his phone with an excuse of clicking a picture. Meanwhile jay was happy that you came to visit him , but he was getting impatient because you weren't arriving at his desk. So he pulled up the cameras and started searching for you everywhere and guess where he found you?

Yep guessed it right. Sung-fucking-hoon's cabin. Why would you go there first and not meet him , ALSO while you're looking like a dame 5 star meal? You could practically see steam coming out of his ears and the rage in his eyes after he saw how close sunghoon was to you. He stormed out of his cabin and went towards sunghoon's. The door slamed open revealing a very jealous looking jay. You and sunghoon shared a look and smirked internally . “ohh hey jay look who came” said sunghoon with a very smug smile while holding you who had a fake inbvocent facade. “hello jay , suprise! I came to visit you!” jay came towards you and pulled you towards him with your hand making you stumble in his chest . “yes i can see it very well baby . Why don't we go to my cabin since you came to mee ME.” after saying that he dragged you towards his cabin angrily . You were exited because you know what's coming ahead and you were all ready for it. After seeing his cabin's door , jay picked you up on his shoulders and dropped you the the couch of his cabin after locking the door. He pinned you down and loosened his tie . “you came to see me? Then why were you in sunghoon's office and not mine? Huh?” he growled and tied his tie on your hands . His manhandling was making you more aroused than you thought. “and what's up with the dress? You think i don't know what you're up to? You're a very dumb slut aren't you?” his hand came down and he hold your thighs tightly making you whimper. “answer me” another growl erupted from him. “yes yes I'm your dumb slut” he smirked “you're so desperate for me to fuck you in my office aren't you? Want everyone to hear what mess i make out of you? Then I'll give you what you want but if you scream too loud and if anyone comes knocking in you won't get to cum , get it?” you nodded eagerly. His lips came crashing towards yours , he was obviously the dominant one , his tounge already exploring your mouth making you moan out. While his hand came towards where you needed him the most , your pussy covered with nothing but the thin layer of your underwear.

He didn't wait anymore and started grinding his clothed bulge against the wetness of your panties. “so fucking wet and i haven't even done anything yet” he chuckles “jay please” “please what baby?” “stop teasing” “this is my pussy i can touch it whenever and however i please , and remember next time not to test my patience” he ripped your panties off while your dress rid up. He put two of his fingers inside you and started rubbing circles in it. You moaned out loud but stopped when his hands came towards your jaw , holding you up by it “uh uh uh baby remember if anyone comes , you won't get to cum” you nodded and bit your lips loving the moment. He took out his boxers and his memeber sprung out , his tips red and already leaking pre-cum looking delicious. He storked it a bit and then put his tip on your lips tapping it motioning you you take it in. “come on take sir's cock like the good girl you are” you obeyed gladly. Your tounge was moving around it making jay let out a groan “fuckkk” his hands came towards your hair holding your face up by it.“don't you dare tease me” his hands were around your neck where he could feel a slight buldge because of his cock and he couldn't feel more happy. He was fucking your throat deep while his fingers were inside your cunt moving at a pace he knew would get you close to your oraganism. You were literally choking. Tears coming out of your eyes .“you’re so pretty when you cry.” you loved when he praised you , you moaned aorind his cock sending vibrations all around his body. He was getting close and he knew so were you.You could feel knot inside your stomach and Jays cock twichting “cum with me baby” that being said you both came together making a mess on his couch. “swallow it completely ” he demanded.He fell on top of you panting heavily. “that was amazing” you said after swallowing every drop of his cum. You were looking so hot with your spit all across your face with his cum on your lips “i know it did feel good and you did so well for me” he kissed your forehead and untied you picking you up to clean you up. “just next time , don't pull this making me jealous shit okay?”he told you “we'll see”you giggled.

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Right side up // 3

Princess Peach Series

<< Chapter 2: If I only could || AO3 || Masterlist || Chapter 4: Oh, come on, darling>>

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Henderson! Female Reader

WC: 13K

Warnings: cursing, mild smut

A/N: your comments/messages/reblogs have made me basically fall in love with all of you - thank you, so so much!

Chapter Three: Unaware, I’m tearing you asunder

It felt inherently wrong to be driving away from Eddie. It was like you’d ripped your heart into pieces and one of them was in your brother’s hands, driving in the BMW towards the police sirens while the other sat in that stupid cabin in the woods.

“It’s going to be fine. You’ll see him in a few hours,” you told yourself, glancing at the walkie in your bag.

Pulling into your driveway, you felt the paranoid urge to check your surroundings and all but ran into your house. Without preamble, you kept your lights off and quickly changed out of your dirty clothes. You dumped the contents of your smaller bag out and swapped it with your backpack.

Grabbing your sneakers, you hesitated at the box. Better safe than sorry you huffed, and grabbed the smaller pocket knife Jonathan had given you before leaving to California. It was small enough that Eddie could probably have some use for it.

As refreshed and ready as you could be, you sped into the kitchen and made two sandwiches and wrapped them carefully. Just as you were about to grab your keys and sweatshirt, the front door opened.

Your mother blinked at you, expression exhausted, and you frowned. “Mom?”

“Where have you been?” She asked.

Remembering Dustin’s lie you frowned, as if unsure. “I was at Robin’s house, we had a sleepover,” you said, as if you were confused as to why she’d be worried. God, you were going to hell for all the lies you’d told.

“Did you…did you hear?” She asked tentatively.

You shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. “It’s not true mom, you’ve met Eddie – it has to be a mistake,” you said, tone a little too fierce to fully pull off your act.

Your mother nodded knowingly. “I believe you,” she said quietly, “and I never believed it but, this town…you know what’s coming next.”

“I know,” you sighed, exhaustion settling into your bones. “I’m going to the police station now to speak with the chief. I’ll tell him the truth and hopefully that’ll be enough.”

“Be careful,” she said quietly, kissing your cheek. “Please.”

“I will,” you said, hugging her tightly. “I might stay over Steve’s tonight, Robin’s coming over too – you know, with the stress from yesterday and today.”

“Okay but stay inside,” she said. “Are you alright?”

You crossed your fingers behind your back. “It’s hard, not knowing – but, I know he’s innocent. Eddie’s not…he’s not a monster.”

Before your mother could follow up with anything, you started towards the door. “I’ll call you,” you said, stopping when she called your name.

You turned back to see her wringing her hands. “Have you seen your brother?” She asked.

“I think he’s been staying at Lucas’,” you lied, again, “he’s planning some campaign or something. You know how he is.”

With a small wave, you stepped out the front door. You hopped into your car quickly and took a deep, steadying breath. Just one foot in front of the other, you told yourself, you got this.

The grip you had on your steering wheel was borderline painful. Yet still, you clutched it as you drove towards Rick’s house.

The cops had kept you waiting forever – a tactic you were sure was their way of making you nervous. It only served to annoy you and ramped up your impatience at delaying your return.

If you knew Eddie as well as you thought you did, he was probably climbing up the walls after being in the cabin all day.

The pseudo-interrogation echoed through your memory. You didn’t mind the new chief; he was always pretty levelheaded and not someone who was unreasonable. The new deputy however, was another story.

“I told you already,” you hissed, “I was supposed to have dinner with him but I fell asleep since I’ve had exams all week. We postponed, I stayed home, and when I woke up, I went to hang out with my friend Robin. That’s why you couldn’t find me. We’re not attached to the hip.”

Chief Powell stared at you, eyes scrutinizing and definitely realized you were lying and telling the truth simultaneously. It’d been Hopper who had taught you that – so, it wasn’t unlikely that they knew the same.

“If you see or hear from him, would you please let us know?” He asked.

You nodded. “Of course, Chief,” you said, as if you would ever do anything but help.

At that, Powell had finally smiled. Now he knew you were definitely lying – but you didn’t really care.

“Am I free to go now?” You asked, crossing your arms.

Powell and Callahan nodded. “Stay in town.”

“Where else am I going to go?” You snapped at Callahan, annoyed at his presence. Hopper never really liked him and the feelings stretched to you.

Before you opened the door, you turned to stare directly at Powell.

“Eddie couldn’t have killed anyone,” you said before leaving, “I know what this town thinks of him. How quickly they are to judge. He’s a good person. You’ve got it wrong.”

Powell rose a brow.

“He plays a fantasy game – they’re nerds, not murderers. I need to kill the spiders for him because he gets too scared to do it himself. If you pin this on him because you need a scapegoat, you’re a lesser man than I thought you were,” you said, nodding and stomping out the station.

Then, when you’d only just sat down in your car you heard the unmistakable sound of Dustin’s voice. Specifically, the terror in it.

“This is a code red, do you copy? A CODE RED.”

Your heart had dropped to your feet and it’d taken your fingers a few times to get to the right channel. You drove off to a nearby store parking lot and waited, trembling, as you waited for Dustin to speak.

It’d taken what felt like forever but Steve finally answered. Everyone was okay but Max was now Vecna’s next target. You had almost driven over to the Wheeler’s that moment but Steve reassured you they would be fine. He’d be by the next morning to get you – they had everything covered. Max just wanted to rest.

“Steve,” you said, voice shaky.

“I know,” he answered, his own voice betraying his anxiety. “I know but one step at a time, remember? Everyone’s fine. Dustin is fine. I’m fine.”

“You better be, or I’ll kick your ass Harrington,” you grumbled, finally smiling when he laughed and signed off.

Everything was starting to fall apart; the seams were practically bursting and none of you were any step closer to finding out what the hell was happening. You needed a plan – one that helped you all get the upper hand. But, most importantly, you needed to protect Max.

Your thoughts swirled in your head as you drove to the cabin, the sun almost fully gone, when a flash of lights caught your eyes. Squinting, you fought the urge to break loudly when you realized there were two cars parked at the road in front of Rick’s house.

Fuck!

Slowly, you stepped out your car and ducked down to peek into the idling one. A flash of green and white caught your eyes. A varsity jacket? Shit. Carver.

Without hesitating, you whirled around and left your car hidden under an oak tree down the road. If they drove by, they wouldn’t be able to see you but anyone on foot would be able to make out your car. You just hoped it wouldn’t come to that. You needed to get out to the shed, Jason and his posse had to have just arrived.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you muttered to yourself, fully cognizant that you’d probably been the one where Dustin learned it from. Almost tripping on a root, you caught yourself and heard the sound of splashing water. You weaved through the trees and found yourself a quarter of the way around the lake. A boat was in the water by the shed and your heart slammed against your ribcage. You recognized that mop of hair.

His foot came out to kick the silent motor. “Goddamn it!” He picked up an oar and started to frantically row. You cupped your hands around your mouth, about to whistle out to him but you caught yourself. Two figures appeared at the edge of the water, removing some of their clothing and dove into the lake.

Shit – it was Jason and Patrick. They were great swimmers, much to your and Steve’s displeasure. Panic rose in your chest and you looked around frantically as if something to help Eddie would just materialize. How the hell could you draw Eddie’s attention to you without gaining Jason’s? If they knew you were here – it’d get bad. You could outrun Jason but not both of them, and you refused to be something to be used against Eddie.

Adrenaline rushing, you were distracted in your panic by Eddie wildly swinging an oar when you realized one of the two had disappeared.

Suddenly, Patrick shot into the air. The air in your lungs disappeared. You watched, horrified, as he started to tremble suspended mid-air. You only barely managed not to fall on your ass in shock. Was this…what Eddie had described? What had happened to Chrissy? You gaped, unable to move. A loud splash pulled you out of your trance and you saw Eddie bob in the water.

Your stomach was heaving and you were absolutely sure that for as long as you live, you would never forget the sound of Patrick’s limbs snapping.

Shit, you had to get the fuck out of here. You pushed down your panic to deal with it after and got ankle deep into the water and used your hand to slap at the water when Eddie got closer to the shore. Not hearing you in his thrashing, you watched him swim almost across the entire lake.

Searching frantically for a small enough rock, you tossed a handful before the fourth hit his head. Startled, his head disappeared below the surface before he whirled around. You jumped up and down, waving your arms and only barely kept your panic at bay.

The stark relief on his face was obvious and you motioned for him to hurry up. Retreating into the trees, your heart was all but vibrating out your body as Eddie stumbled onto the shore. He leaned over his knees, spitting out lake water.

“Eddie!” You whispered loudly. “E-Eddie, is he – is he dead?”

Eddie nodded, faltering to his feet, finally reaching you under the cover of the trees. You slammed into him, arms coming around his heaving chest. He soaked you almost instantly but neither of you seemed to care. Eddie’s trembling hands came up to your back and he tucked his face into your neck.

“Holy shit Eddie, fuck, what was that?”

“You’ve never seen it before?” He asked. “When you were fighting before?”

You shook your head. “We could always see what we were fighting,” you trembled, the snapping echoing in your mind. “We gotta go, before Jason finds us. My car – it’s down that way. Can you run?”

“Doesn’t matter, we have to,” Eddie said, likely still running on adrenaline. You grabbed his hand and fought the panic rising in your chest. It’d have to wait.

“Come on,” you said, starting your quick pace.

Fumbling with the keys, you tried your best to be quiet and threw a spare blanket you had in the backseat over his hidden body. “Duck down in case the police pass us,” you tell him, running into the driver’s seat and all but gunning it towards the town line.

“Where are you going?” He asked, his breathing starting to even out.

“I don’t know,” you said, eyes darting to your review mirror. Holy shit, holy shit. “Call Steve, my walkie is in my bag by your feet.

“Harrington? Hello?” Eddie shouted into the walkie. There’s no answer and your stomach clenched. Shit.

“Do you still have the keys to the cabin by Lake Monroe?” You asked, desperate for anywhere you could go. “I have supplies and a change of clothes for you. I could get us there in a few hours.”

“The keys are in my duffel back home,” Eddie groaned.

Your grip on the wheel tightened and the snap echoed in your mind. How could anyone think Eddie was capable of that? God, this was getting out of hand. “I can pick the lock probably,” you said.

A warm hand came up to your elbow through the seats and startled you. “We can’t leave your brother and the rest of them.” Your shoulders dropped but you knew he was right. The urge to run and hide Eddie where no one and nothing could get to him was strong – and hard to resist.

“The police are going to be even more on guard,” you said, chewing your bottom lip. “Oh.”

“Oh?”

You glanced at him, his clothes creating a damp spot on the floor. “Angie’s new apartment is on the other side of the town line. She went a little far out since it was the cheapest one she could find that close to campus. It’s got a garage and I could hide my car.”

“Is it too much to ask? She…I know what everyone in town is saying about me – the cult leader,” he said, joke falling flat.

“It’s our only choice besides parking my car somewhere and hiding in the trunk,” you said, sighing and making a left turn towards your campus. “Besides, I think she left this morning for Chicago. She’s spending spring break with her sister.”

“Does that mean I get to see you pick a lock again?” Eddie asked, brows wiggling.

You shook your head and a small smile lifted the corner of your lips. Only Eddie could manage to chase away the tightening grip panic had on you. “No, you weirdo,” you said, less tense the further out you got. “She has a spare key hidden under her mat. We just need to be careful not to be seen by her neighbor.”

“Sneaky is my middle name,” Eddie sighed.

Thankfully, it seemed like Angela’s neighbor was down for the night by the time you’d hidden your car in her garage. “Small mercies,” you told him, closing your door as quietly as you could. “Come on.”

Eddie took your outstretched hand and followed you up the stairs towards the second-floor apartment. You quickly swiped the key from under her mat and walked into her small living room. Eddie looked around and smiled. “This is nice,” he said, “it looks like Sienna decorated though.”

You shot him a look. “She did, like Angela could say no to Sienna,” you said, smiling at the memory of the day. You’d teased Angie to no end when you’d found out. The pining your two friends had for each other was clear as day – to everyone but themselves. Eddie had made you swear you’d let them figure it out alone.

“I know the feeling,” Eddie said, eyes on you. “Have I said thanks yet?”

“For what?” You said, taking the risk and turning on her smallest lamp in the corner. Eddie pulled all the blinds shut and double checked the windows were locked.

“For sticking with me,” he said, looking suddenly exhausted.

Your heart ached at the sight of his defeated expression. “Munson, there was no other option,” you said, sitting on the couch. “Would you have left me behind?”

Eddie didn’t dignify that with a response but by his sharp look you knew the answer.

“Then enough of this. We don’t abandon people, not ever. Especially not you,” you said kissing his jaw. “I’m going to try and see if I can reach Angie and tell her we’re squatting for the night. Can you try Dustin again?”

Passing him the walkie, you padded over to Angie’s kitchen. If you knew your friend as well as you thought you did, you knew that she would – ah, there! You plucked the paper off the fridge and smiled.

Emergency contact info.

The phone rang a few times before a sleep-mussed voice answered. “I am so sorry to bother you this late,” you winced, not realizing what time it was, “it’s an emergency, can I please talk to Angela?”

There was a bit of shuffling before a bright voice came on.

“Angie?”

“Henderson?” She said, incredulous. “My sister said you told her you had an emergency.”

You chewed on your lip. Dr. Owens had once told you to always assume that someone was listening – that’s part of the reason why you never told Eddie everything. “I had a fight with my mom and needed my own space, you know, and needed somewhere to crash. Is it cool if I…use the key?”

Her breathing was soft and you felt her hesitation. Please understand what I’m trying to say, you begged. She had to know that if you’d been looking to get out of your house – you’d have gone to Eddie’s or Steve’s. Especially now that she wasn’t here.

“Of course, use whatever you need. Fresh towels in the closet,” she said after he pause. “We can talk when I’m back at the end of the week.”

“Thank you, Angie,” you whispered.

She hesitated again and you gripped the phone tightly. “I heard it’s getting a bit bumpy back there. Do what you have to do, okay? Be careful.”

“You too,” you said, “see you soon?”

“Yeah, bye.”

Placing the phone down you exhaled. Glancing at the cluttered kitchen, you grabbed two glasses and filled them with water. You could hear your brother’s voice coming through the walkie from where Eddie sat in the living room. He was giving the same summarized version to Eddie that he’d given you a few hours ago.

Walking back to Eddie’s side, you pushed the glass of water into his hand and he shot you a grateful look.

“I heard something over the radio,” Dustin said, “something about cops down by the lake.”

“Yeah,” Eddie said, sighing, “Vecna strikes again.”

“Shit,” Dustin grumbled. There was a brief moment of silence before Steve’s voice came on. “Hey guys. It’s too late to do anything on our end, these shitheads are wiped and I don’t think any of us on the road right now is good idea. Wanna meet in the morning?”

“Yeah,” you said, taking the walkie from Eddie. “We’re too far from you guys anyway. First thing tomorrow?”

“Where?”

Eddie wrapped his hand around your wrist and brought the walkie close to his mouth. “Skull rock, in the woods? You know it?”

“Yeah, that’s good. Should be isolated enough that Eddie isn’t so easily spotted.”

“Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad you’re okay,” you said, leaning into Eddie’s side. He yawned, his arm coming around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder. “Take care of my brother, okay?”

“I can take care of myself!”

“Was I talking to you?”

Steve’s laugh came through and you could picture him easily. “I got him, Henderson. Don’t worry. Take care of Munson.”

Eddie grunted and you smiled. “Good night, over.”

“Over.”

“Food, shower, sleep?” You asked, hand covering the one on your hip.

“Yeah, sounds good,” he said. You leaned over and pulled your backpack to you. At the top, the squished pair of sandwiches from this morning looked more than appetizing.

“It’s something?” You said, shrugging as you handed him his. “I made these while trying to avoid my mom’s questioning. Sorry in advance.”

“Princess,” Eddie said, groaning as he peeled off his jacket and vest. “I haven’t eaten anything since the pasta this morning. An apple would look delicious right now.”

Laughing, you dug your hand into your bag and pulled out an apple. Eddie rose a brow and leaned over to glance at your bag. “A pardon and charges dropped from the police department would be nice too.”

“Sorry, all out of wishes,” you said, passing him the apple. Eating quickly, and in relative exhausted silence, you got up to putter around the apartment. “Angie said there were towels in one of her closets.”

“You want to go first?” Eddie asked, leaning on the doorframe. You looked up at him from where you were searching and your heart broke at the utter exhaustion on his expression.

“Why don’t you go start while I find the towels? I grabbed a change of clothes for you too,” you said. “Leave me your dirty ones outside the door and I’ll start a load.”

Eddie smiled, and despite the fact that it didn’t reach his eyes, he leaned over to kiss the top of your head. “Thanks, Peach.” He disappeared through the door at the end of the hall and you manage to find two large fluffy towels.

Undressing, you wrapped one of the towels around you and threw your clothes in the washing machine by the utility closet. Ducking to grab Eddie’s clothes, you threw them in with yours. The hum of the cycle starting helped dull the noise inside your head. The memory of Patrick shooting into the air, his head thrown back, and his limbs twisting haunted you. You shut your eyes, as if that would help stop the onslaught, and pressed your palms to them. Taking deep breaths to keep your anxiety at bay, you shoved off the machine and grabbed Eddie’s change of clothes. A pair of his boxers that you’d stolen to wear as shorts months ago, and a soft Judas Priest t-shirt.

You knocked on the bathroom door, poking your head in. “I’m leaving your clothes on top of the toilet, okay?”

When Eddie didn’t answer, you walked in and carefully shut the door behind you. “Eddie?”

“Sorry, what?” He asked, head coming out from behind the curtain. His eyes were red and he had a strange look on his face. You motioned to the clothes and the towel. He nodded, absently, and realization dawned on you.

You recognized that expression. It was the same one you’d seen reflected on your friends’ faces after you’d managed to defeat whatever you were fighting. Exhaustion, relief, panic, adrenaline, or a mix of all the above.

“Can you come in?” He asked quietly.

Without hesitating, you folded the towel around you and dropped it next to his. You stepped in carefully, not wanting to slip or hit him accidentally. You hesitated – the water warm and feeling amazing on your aching body – you’d never done this with Eddie before.

His bathroom barely fit one, let alone two. Your bathroom always ran the risk of having someone drop in unexpectedly.

It was…nice. Intimate in a way you hadn’t expected. Reaching out to cradle his face, you smiled when he leaned into your touch like a sunflower. Exhaustion was etched into the lines of his face; it was in your bones but you could tell Eddie had been rattled this time.

“Come on,” you said, turning him around. You bent down to squeeze some shampoo into your hand and slowly worked it into his hair. A satisfied moan fell from his lips and you smiled. You worked conditioner into it after, gently unknotting the tangles from his hair.

Hiding another laugh, you watch Eddie practically melt into a puddle at your feet. It took a while, enough for the water to cool a little, but neither of you minded. Eventually, he turned around, water falling onto his back, and he looked down on you.

“Thank you,” he mumbled, leaning his forehead onto yours. “I get it now.”

“What?” You asked, lathering up your hands with soap. You ran it over your own body, then his, and he kissed your wet nose.

“Why you didn’t tell me what your nightmares were about,” he said, his voice almost drowned out by the water, “why you always looked so terrified when you woke up.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” you said, watching his expression harden. “We’re doing the best we can, okay? One foot then the other, remember?”

He nodded, his hands coming up to your hair. “Your turn?” You turned obediently, letting his fingers card through your hair, cleaning it slowly. After he had washed out the last bit of conditioner from your hair, his arm snaked around your waist, pulling you back into his chest. You felt a familiar pressure at the small of your back and you glanced at him over your shoulder inquisitively.

“Shut up,” he grunted, the panic in his eyes slowly being replaced with their regular glint. “You’re naked and wet – I can’t – my body doesn’t shut off around you apparently.”

Wiggling your brows and Eddie huffed a laugh, the water cooling a little bit more. Wanting to tease the mischievous look back into his eye, you shifted your hips firmly against his and he inhaled sharply. “Princess…” His slippery hand dipped low on your stomach and you grinned. His fingers grazed your warm skin and you heard him laugh when you twitched.

“Come on,” he said, hooking his chin over your shoulder, “let’s get out of here before the water goes cold.”

Eddie held you steady as you stepped out the tub and reached for the towel. Wrapping it around you, you stepped out into the hallway. Goosebumps prickled your skin as you checked on your clothes. They’d be done in a few minutes and you’d be able to throw them into the dryer.

“Peach?”

“Hmm?” You padded back to the bathroom and found Eddie in his boxers.

“You bring a change of clothes?” He asked, the faded black t-shirt in his hand.

Shaking your head, you nodded towards the washing machine. “Should be done in a few minutes.”

“Here,” Eddie said, handing you the shirt, “I’m good until morning.”

“But I don’t have underwear,” you said, pulling the shirt over your head, it barely fell over your hips.

Eddie’s gaze turned heated as he padded over to the couch and you felt his eyes on your legs. “We’ve sleep naked together, princess. Besides, I’m too tired to try and debauch you tonight,” he said, head dropping onto the back of the sofa.

“Can I ask you something about today?” You asked him, your leg jiggling up and down. Bringing your thumb into your mouth, you started chewing on the edge of your nail.

“Yeah?”

Hesitating, you didn’t know if you wanted to bring it up. If you couldn’t stop thinking about it, you couldn’t imagine how Eddie felt.

“I can hear you thinking from here princess. You can ask me whatever you want, whenever you want.”

The hand closest to you reached blindly for your own and you laughed when he accidentally smacked your bare leg. “Is that…what happened to Chrissy?” You asked, gently intertwining his fingers with yours. “The way he shot up…his eyes.” A hitch in your breathing had Eddie lifting his head and looking to you.

“Yeah,” he said, “that’s exactly how it happened.”

“What does he want from them? Why? They’re just – kids,” you breathed, feeling suddenly horrified for Max. She was just a little girl. Closing your eyes, you could see her clearly.

She was smaller, much more defensive, wandering around on her skateboard. Her red hair blowing behind her as she skated passed you and Dustin in the parking lot. The way she’d stared at you in awe the first time you told Billy to shove off. How she’d lean into your warmth, like a puppy, when you’d drape an arm over her shoulders. That bright, sunshine on a summer day smile she shot Lucas when she thought no one was looking.

Chest tightening, Eddie pulled you into his arms, your bare limbs knotting around each other. “I’m so sorry I dragged you into this,” you whimpered, fighting the image of Eddie with unseeing eyes.

“You know, you keep saying that so I’m going to keep telling you that this wasn’t your fault,” Eddie said into your ear, his stubble scratching at your skin. “Sweetheart, we’re okay for now. Everyone’s okay right now.”

“But-”

“For our sanity, we have to take it moment by moment. Okay?”

Relenting, you nodded. “I know, I know,” and you did, “but I’m still – I want you safe.”

“If you think I’d want to be anywhere but by your side, you’re more insane than what I thought,” Eddie scoffed, his tone soft.

You pinched him in retaliation and his hands came up to your sides. Your shirt rode up and Eddie’s eyes darted down to your thighs, his quip lost as his gaze practically glazed over at your lack of clothes.

“Eddie,” you said, warning clear.

As usual, he ignored you, his hands dipping lower and lower until you clenched your thighs together. “What happened to I’m not trying to debauch you?”

Without a single shred of shame, Eddie shrugged. “You’re too hard to resist, siren,” he said simply.

The washing machine went silent and you hopped up, pushing everything into the dryer. It’d be done in another hour. “You just need to resist for another hour,” you joked. “Eddie – you look dead on your feet.”

“Take the shirt off and I bet I can find the energy,” Eddie said haughtily, eyes slipping closed. You rolled yours and shoved him into standing.

He whined, leaning his weight onto your side and you huffed. “The couch turns into a pull out, help me and grab that corner,” your muscles groaned as you pulled at the lever. “Considering your wandering hands, if anything does happen – we might as well not do it on her bed.”

Eddie shot you an insulted look but you grinned. Within minutes, the mattress sprung out and Eddie sat at the edge. You walked into his open legs and he buried his head into your stomach. His hair was still damp, the curls frizzing a bit, and it looked like he had a nasty bruise forming on the side of his chest.

“Take a picture,” Eddie teased, one eye barely opening and looking up at you.

You smiled, hands coming up to his shoulders and you kneaded at the knots you found there. Almost instantly, Eddie went boneless. Shifting your weight so you could withstand his on your torso, you grunted. “Eddie!”

“Eddie’s not here,” he said, voice muffled by your shirt, “his brain melted.”

“Yeah, a long time ago,” you snorted. He blew a raspberry into your skin and you laughed, startled. “Come on you, it’s bed time.”

“I’m not sleepy,” he said, flopping back onto the mattress.

Crawling up the bed, you pulled the thin blanket you’d found with the towels up with you. “I’ll be the big spoon.”

Without complaint and with the speed of a demogorgon, Eddie had settled in front of you. When you didn’t move, he shot you a look over his shoulder. “I’m coming!” You adjusted the blanket over both your legs before throwing your arm over his waist.

An eager hand tugged yours up as far as it could go, resting them on his chest. He pushed back into you as much as he could and you smiled sleepily. “If we get any closer, we’ll mold into one.”

“That’s the dream princess,” he said, sleep pulling him under, “your looks and my taste in music – we’d be the ultimate hot girl.”

“I hate you,” you said, “my taste in music is flawless.”

He snorted, eyes closing, “says the girl who likes ABBA.”

“Says the pretentious music gatekeeper,” you said around a yawn. Feeling his drowsy smile on your hand as he pressed a kiss to it, you let your eyes close.

You take a moment to ask the universe to give you a break. Please, you thought, no nightmares. Right as you were on the cusp of sleep and awake, Eddie’s warmth comforting, you felt his hand squeeze yours thrice.

“You know you could’ve changed shirts,” you said, eyeing his freshly washed Hellfire shirt.

Eddie’s eyes twinkled. “Why would I? It reminds me of only the best memories.”

“Of campaigns, I’m sure,” you teased back dryly.

He hummed, still hidden in the backseat of your car as you drove to Skull Rock. “Yeah,” he admitted, “also the best rack I’ve seen on a woman who groans when I kiss the spot right under her-”

“Eddie!” You felt your face warm. “I am driving.”

“You started it,” he said, not entirely wrong. “Sweetheart, have you ever been out to Skull Rock?”

Shaking your head, you took the left turn Eddie had warned you about. “My ex lived in a different state and anyone else before you just kissed me at the end of a date on my doorstep.”

“What idiots,” Eddie said, tone a little suggestive. Somehow, a good night of sleep in your arms and another sandwich for breakfast – a few stolen Oreos from Angie’s pantry – seemed to reignite all of Eddie’s energy back. Including his penchant for chasing after you even in the most inappropriate moments.

“Was this morning not enough for you?” You asked, faux indignant. Parking the car under the cover of a few dense trees.

Eddie raised a brow. “Was it for you?” His eyes met yours across the top of your car, glinting at what they saw, and before you could even answer, he grinned. “Don’t worry princess, once this is over and we’re all back to normal – I’ll keep you in bed for the week.”

“Promises, promises,” you said, snorting when he shot you a wounded look. “Come on pervert, let’s go find this make out rock you’re so familiar with.”

“Alright, I wouldn’t say familiar – I did a few deals down here,” he started. His low chatter kept your thoughts from spiraling too much as you got deeper and deeper into the woods.

Your shoulders were practically up by your ears and you had this horrible sense of being watched. It was unlikely, you knew that, but the paranoia was starting to creep up on you. What if Vecna struck out from his pattern? Did either of you have a favorite song? What if the police found you here? There was Jason to worry about now…

“Princess?”

Shaking your head, trying to clear your racing thoughts, you nodded at him. “Sorry, I’m getting a little nervous.”

“I get the feeling,” he motioned to the left and picked up his pace, “we should be there in a few minutes.”

Skull Rock was not what you’d been expecting. To be frank, you didn’t know what you had expected – certainly not a massive boulder leaning on its side with a sad look on its face.

“It looks sad,” you told Eddie as he herded you towards the shadowed side of the rock.

“Sweetheart, it’s a rock,” he said, looking around carefully. He kicked an old soda can that someone had left behind and rubbed his temple. “Come on, I don’t want to risk anyone seeing us.”

Agreeing, you settled next to him, the cool rock against your back. “When did they say they’d be here?” You asked. Eddie glanced at his watch but sighed when you both remembered it was broken. Offering up your own wrist, watch miraculously functioning.

“A few minutes,” he said, sighing. His hand came up to your thigh, his fingers pressing into your skin and you shot him a look.

“We are trying to clear your name for murder, can you fix your priorities, again,” you joked kissing his jaw to soften your tone.

His arm snaked around you like he was aware that your sanity was starting to fray.

“I can multitask,” he said in response to your earlier jab, hands trailing down your sides. “I’m sure we have enough time for me to get a hand under that awesome shirt. Judas Priest? Do you listen to them often?”

“Not really,” you said, knowing he was trying his best to distract you from another spiral. “It’s my boyfriend’s shirt. He insisted I sleep in it and we overslept so I didn’t have time to put mine back on.”

“Seems like he’d find you wearing his clothes a little bit of a turn on,” he said, fingers tightening their hold on you.

“Yeah?”

He nodded emphatically and you almost grinned. “Yeah.” His mouth came down to your neck and you were just about to reach for his –

“EDDIE?” Echoed through the woods. A hard, shushing sound followed but before you’d even had a chance to blink, Eddie had shoved you both into the darkness under the stone.

“Eddie, I think that was Dustin’s voice,” you said, skin prickling at the thought of finally seeing Max.

“Yeah, but let’s not risk it,” he said. Your heart both broke and softened at the protectiveness in his voice. “Jason thinks I killed his girlfriend. The whole town knows you’re mine – I’m sure he’d love a chance to repay what he thinks I did.”

“I can take him,” you grunted, mildly insulted. “I killed a Demogorgon you know.”

Eddie sighed, both amused and exasperated. “I know, warrior princess, I know. You’re the hottest demon slayer I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

You grumbled, shooting him a cutting look and biting back a smile when he laughed.

“Boom! Bada-bing bada-boom Henderson, there she is Skull Rock!” Steve’s voice carried through the air. You glanced at Eddie, who nodded but still pushed you behind him as he peeked around the rock.

“In your face man, in your stupid cocky face,” Steve said, smug.

“But that doesn’t make sense!”

“You just can’t admit that you’re wrong, butthead,” Steve continued.

Eddie jumped out from behind the rock, startling Dustin and Steve, with a flourish. “I concur. You, Dustin Henderson, are a total butthead.” You leaned across Eddie’s back and waved at your relieved looking friends.

“To be fair, Harrington, you’re also a total butthead,” you quipped.

Dustin smiled and hurried forward into Eddie’s arms. “Jesus, we thought you were a goner.” Steve tugged you into his arms and he pressed his nose into your temple.

“Don’t freak me out like that again, okay?”

“Didn’t mean to,” you huffed. “I’m too used to being a Harrington-Buckley-Henderson trio. Don’t know how to fight monsters without my sidekicks.”

“If anything, you’re my sidekick,” Steve grunted when you pinched his arm. “Ow! Ow! Okay!”

Not letting go of Steve’s waist, you turned your head to glare at Dustin. “Don’t think I didn’t realize that you pranced towards him first. I’m your flesh and blood and you go for him first?”

“Hey!” Eddie cried out, stepping out from Robin’s hug.

“He’s the one with the murder charge!” Dustin said defensively.

Narrowing your eyes, you finally stepped out from Steve’s arms and put your hands on your hips. “I carried you in my arms when you were a baby,” you hissed. “I fed you from my own two hands.”

Dustin rolled his eyes and you grunted when Robin’s arms threw themselves around you. “I can see that Eddie’s mannerisms are finally sticking.”

“She’s always been that dramatic,” Dustin grumbled.

The rest of the group quieted and you turned to glare at him. He froze, eyes wide, and immediately bolted as you ran after him. “Come back here you ungrateful punk!”

Steve sighed as you ran circles around them. “Every time.”

“Isn’t it great?” Eddie said, grinning as he watched you chase after Dustin.

You came to a stop by Max, catching your breath and then throwing your arms around her. “I’m glad you’re okay,” you tell her quietly, “no one – not even that stupid demon spellcaster is taking you away from us.”

At your vehemence, she smiles. It’s small and dim but you’ll take it. “Thanks,” she said, dropping her head onto your shoulder.

“You good Sinclair?” You called out, catching his attention. His serious expression softened at your grin and he nodded.

“I’m good now,” he said, eyes darting to Max’s. “I’m good.”

While everyone recounted their own sides to the story, you watched your brother pace by the trees. He glanced down at his compass a few times; brows furrowed.

“What’s he doing?” You asked.

Max lifted her head and followed your gaze. “He’s annoyed Steve was right.” Her eyes darted back to Nancy and Eddie.

“Well, now all we need to do is sneak into his lair in the upside down and drive a stake through his heart,” Max said, shrugging as she stepped towards them.

Robin snorted. “If he even has a heart.”

“A stake?” You asked.

“Is he - like a vampire?” Steve asked, eyes widening.

You whirled around to Max, your own panic bubbling. “There are vampires now?”

“It was a metaphor!” Max huffed.

“I see how you two became friends,” Robin chuckled and Nancy huffed a laugh. Both you and Steve turned to glare at them.

“Perfectly reasonable question,” Steve said, coming up next to you.

“Right? What, the Mind Flayer exists but oooh, vampires, too out of the range of believability?” You snorted, crossing your arms like Steve.

Nancy rolled her eyes and Eddie grinned. “A bullet should work on him though, right?”

“I say we chop his head off,” Lucas said, frowning.

“How about all the above?” Nancy said, with a sigh. “We just can’t do any of that until we find a way into the upside down.”

“We need El to get her powers back,” Max said.

“It was way easier with her,” Steve added.

Eddie’s eyes caught yours and you motioned towards Dustin.

“Hey, uh, Dustin’s not cursed right?” Eddie asked, watching as Dustin paced.

“No, he’s fine,” Steve said, “mental? Absolutely.”

“BOOM!” Dustin shouted suddenly, making you jump about three feet into the air.

“Christ, Dustin, you’re going to give me a heart attack,” you said, gripping Steve’s arm.

Eddie was by your side in a second, eyes looking wildly around. “What? What is it?”

“I was right!” He said, lifting a hand in the air. “Skull Rock was north!”

Oh. You were going to strangle him.

“Seriously? You’re serious? This is Skull Rock! You’re totally one hundred percent wrong, literally right now.”

“Yes, and no,” he said.

“Oh my God,” Steve muttered.

“This compass worked when we were at the Wheeler’s house, when we were in the car, but it started to slip the further east we went,” Dustin said, pointing to his compass. Now, it’s way off. When I was leading us here, I wasn’t wrong! The compass was.”

“So you’re using faulty equipment, you’re still wrong!”

“Except it isn’t faulty,” Dustin turned to Lucas. “Do you remember what can affect a compass?”

“An electromagnetic field,” he said, recognition drawing on his face.

“What’s happening?” Eddie whispered.

You sighed. “I don’t know, one of them will explain it in a second,” you said, leaning into him.

“In the presence of a stronger electromagnetic field, the needle deflects to that power,” Dustin explained.

“Still don’t get it,” Eddie said.

Straightening, you realized you did. “So either there’s some super big magnet around here or…”

“There’s a gate!” Lucas finished.

“But we’re no where near the lab,” you said, “but what if-”

“-there’s another gate,” Dustin said. “It’d have to be smaller, way less powerful.”

You groaned. Not again, not another one.

“Snack sized gate!” Robin said, hands on her hips.

“How, why?” Steve said, mimicking your distress.

“Doesn’t matter, the point is – there’s probably a gate. I hope it is too because then we have a shot at freeing Max and a shot at Vecna,” then, with all the confidence of a kid, he whirled around and walked off.

“Hey!” You shouted. “Where the hell are you going?”

“These two still have targets on their heads, we can’t just go walking through the woods,” Steve said, exasperated.

You turned to Eddie who looked pensive.

“What say you, Eddie the Banished?”

Without listening to their banter, you already knew that this was your strongest lead. You’d have to follow it. Everyone started to shift, following Dustin, and Eddie offered up his hand.

“Follow me into Mordor?” He asked, eyes twinkling. You looked at your boyfriend, one of your best friends really, and thought about all the bullshit you’d been through within the last two days. The fact that he still had the energy to tease you, to try and put you at ease, when your lives were at stake served to make you angry. Angry that this town couldn’t see how wonderful he really was.

His brows rose when you hesitated. “At this point? Why not?” You said, taking his hand and vowing to always try and make up for the criticism. It didn’t matter that everyone else couldn’t see it – you did, and you’d never let that go.

After the first hour had passed, you were ready to call time out. The shoes you were wearing were pinching your feet and you were so hungry you were ready to take a bite out of one of the leaves Robin kept ripping off bushes as you walked. Eddie was following after your brother closely, not being subtle about his protectiveness and Steve hovered close to you.

“You okay?”

Smiling up at Steve and his worried mother hen face, you nodded. “Just a little tired. Had a long shift at work before this, you know?”

He snorted. “Keith can be a handful. Nothing else going on in your life?”

Pretending to think you shook your head. “No, not really. You?”

“Nope, not anything I can think of.”

Laughing like idiots, you came to a sudden stop. “What happened?” You asked, trying to see past Lucas’ shoulder.

“I thought these woods looked familiar,” Robin said.

You pushed your way towards Eddie and he sighed. “Lover’s Lake.” Patrick’s levitating body flashed across your mind and you shivered. “Don’t think about it.”

“Easier said than done,” you huffed.

“There’s a gate in Lover’s Lake?” Max asked.

Nancy frowned and you knew what she was thinking of. “Whenever the demogorgon attacked, it always left an opening. Maybe Vecna’s the same way.”

“Well, only one way to find out,” Steve said and you all turned to look at the shore.

Eddie pointed to a few yards away. “The boat I was on, it floated to the edge there, look.”

You don’t feel good about this but as you get nearer, you let Eddie help you on after the others settled in. Dustin lifted his leg, like he was bracing himself to hop in, and a flash of concern hit you.

"Absolutely not," you snapped your fingers and pointed to the shore. "Off, off!"

Dustin frowned. "I'm not a dog,” he said, dropping himself back on the shore.

"You're not, but clearly you're insane if you think you're getting on this boat."

"It was my goddamn idea!"

"You are not getting anywhere near any type of gate," you hissed, anxiety climbing just at the thought of it. Channeling every ounce of authority, you pointed to the ground. "You're staying on the shore, safe. Okay? Give me the compass."

Grumbling, he handed it over to you and you sat in between Robin and Eddie.

"Who knew you were so bossy?" Robin said, wiggling her brows.

"I knew," Eddie said, squeezing your thigh reassuringly. "It's really hot, especially when she-"

“Edward!” You rolled your eyes, leaning into Eddie's teasing touch, and sighed. "Must you two always make my life difficult?"

Edie and Robin exchanged looks and nodded. "Yeah, it's fun."

You snorted. "If it helps, she's been bossy since she was a kid," Steve said, "she used to make me follow her around in recess and pretend to be her butler."

"I was not!"

Nancy huffed and Eddie shot you a knowing look. Whirling around to Nancy, you glared at her. "Et tu, Brute?" She hid a smile behind her hand. Robin and Eddie started rowing and not five minutes after Nancy stopped it.

“What’s going on?” Dustin’s voice echoed in the boat.

“The compass is acting weird,” you responded, all of you staring at the needle as it spun. Steve kicked off his shoes and you shot him a look. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Someone’s gotta go down there and check it out,” he pulled off his socks, “unless one of you can top being a certified lifeguard and co-captain of the swim team.”

“Absolutely not. I’m in charge and I’m just as good as swimmer as you.”

“No, I’m going,” Steve said again, glare cutting you.

“Why? We’re both good swimmers,” you exclaimed, anxiety clawing at your chest, “I was the anchor of the swim team!”

“Oh my God, this is going to go on forever,” Robin groaned.

Steve ignored her. “Because, I’m the better choice.”

You pulled out the big guns. “Why? Because you’re a boy?”

Steve sputtered, nervous and pointing at you. “You know that’s not why and you can’t use that to throw me off.”

“Flip a coin,” Nancy said, looking through her pockets.

“Or we can vote, I pick Harrington,” Eddie said making Robin snort and you turned to glared at him.

Steve glanced at you and you knew he saw you were serious. “Same as always?” He asked, holding out his fist.

“Fine,” you said, doing the same.

“Are they playing rock, paper, scissors?” Eddie asked. Nancy rolled her eyes.

“Whenever they fought about something they would do this to decide a tie breaker. They’ve done it for as long as I can remember,” Nancy said, glaring at the both of you.

Picking paper, you watched Steve hold two fingers and pump his fist. You cursed loudly, crossing your arms and sitting back down next to Eddie. Robin shot you a knowing look.

“She’s always been a sore loser,” Steve said to Eddie, “when we were fifteen, I won a co-ed swimming competition and she didn’t talk to me for a week.”

“Because you cheated!”

Steve huffed a laugh. “Did not.”

“Did too.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’ll be right back.”

“Steve!” You scrambled forward. “Be careful. Don’t touch anything and don’t be an idiot.”

“Your confidence in me is inspiring,” he said, swooping down to ruffle the top of your head before diving in.

You frowned. “I don’t have a good feeling about this.”

Eddie’s stomach swooped as you stood, screaming out Steve’s name. He watched you immediately step up to the edge of the boat and he knew what you were going to do.

"Don't you dare," Eddie growled, his hand gripping your wrist desperately. You couldn’t be thinking about jumping. He couldn’t let you.

"He's my best friend," you said, desperately, expression decided. "Eddie, he's been my best friend since I was three. I can't - I can't let him drown. I'm the next best swimmer, I was the other co-captain. I'll be right back okay sweetheart?"

"Henderson," he exclaimed, his panic clawing at his throat, "don't do this to me."

“You’d jump if it was me,” you said, peeling off what he knew was your favorite jacket and tossing it to the bottom of the boat. You reached over, grabbed his hand, and squeezed three times. Eddie’s anxiety shot through the fucking metaphorical roof. There was no way he was letting you go. Who knew what the fuck was down there? “Eddie, you wouldn’t let me drown.”

Eddie heard his voice hitch a touch too hysterically. “Because I want to marry you some day! I can’t do that if you’re jumping blindly into God knows what!”

“I know, but it’ll be okay,” You kissed him and Eddie tried to tighten his grip on you but you slipped away and jumped into the water quickly. Eddie dove to the side of the boat desperately.

“You can’t just kiss me and leave! Don’t Han Solo me!” Eddie let out a frustrated shout. "I can't fucking believe this," he grunted, standing at the edge of the boat without hesitation.

"Are you jumping in?" Nancy asked, her tone surprised and gaze frantic as she searched the water for the two of you.

Eddie glared at her. "She's the love of my life, of course I'm jumping in," he huffed, "Harrington better be fucking alive or I’m going to kill him myself."

Did he just admit to Nancy Wheeler, of all fucking people, that he loved you? He wanted to slap himself. After almost a half a year, the first person he said it to -- wasn’t even his girlfriend. The panic in his chest didn’t let him dwell on it too long. You could be dead at the bottom of this stupid lake for all he knew. That thought sent him in a downward spiral. The memory of Chrissy’s body flashed across his mind, freezing his entire being. You couldn’t be dead, you couldn’t -- he wouldn’t survive it. Eddie Munson wasn’t a hero but he’d be damned if he stayed behind while you went headfirst into danger.

He felt a hand grab his and he turned to see Robin's determined face. "Let's go," she said, taking a deep breath. Eddie nodded, trying not to think about it too much, and jumped down the rabbit hole.

Eddie was pretty sure his heart was ripped from his chest when the first thing he heard after falling through that weird ass portal was your screaming. It was guttural, primal, and worst of all - painful.

He angrily swiped the water from his eyes and found you — and what a magnificent sight you were. You had a broken oar in your hands, using the splintered end to stab through a demented looking bat. Alive. You were alive.

Scared and turned on, again. Damn if this wasn’t a cycle with you.

Without wasting another second, he ran towards you, picking up the other end of the oar from the ground.

His heart almost stopped again when he saw one land on your back, its claws ripping at your sweater. “Get the fuck off her!” He screamed, grabbing it by the tail and flinging away.

You whirled around, oar cutting through the air, and smacked it into the ground. Without hesitating, you jumped up and slammed both feet onto its head. Eddie winced as the bone fragments – holy shit what was his life – splintered under your feet. You flipped your hair out of your face, sweat beads across your forehead, and beamed at him. “Thanks sweetheart,” you said, spinning around and hitting another like you were passing out homeruns for free.

Eddie had three seconds to realize two things. One, he definitely had a boner. Maybe he should see someone about that. Two, he was never going to love anyone else as much and as deeply as he loved you.

“Duck!” Nancy screamed and Eddie hit the floor, knees scraping against the ground. He watched her smack another creature with her flashlight and he joined the fight.

Within minutes, Steve ripped the last one apart, spitting out a worrying amount of blood. Eddie watched you steady him and Steve caught his eyes. Eddie was surprised to see a glint in them.

"If you say anything about being turned on right now, I'll kick you," he said dryly to Eddie.

"You found it hot too?" Eddie said, unable to keep the touch of hysteria out of his voice. "Don't sexualize my girlfriend like that man, not cool."

Steve chuckled, moaning immediately after and you pinched the bridge of your nose. "You're both idiots." Robin pointed to the portal but soon, more screeching came from the skies.

Nancy herded you all towards the trees. "We need to hide, come on!"

Eddie came up to Steve’s other side and helped him limp into the refuge of the woods. You all covered a fair amount of ground quickly, everyone stopping to duck under the same rock he’d hidden by a few hours ago as a group of the bats flew by.

You and Nancy had ripped a few pieces of your shirts to tie around Steve’s open wounds. Eddie swallowed around a lump in his throat and reached for you when you’d stepped back.

“Are you hurt?” He asked, hands running down your body.

You shook your head at him. “Just a few bumps and scrapes. This isn’t my first rodeo Munson. You should’ve seen me last time,” you said, reeking of exhaustion and terror but still joking. He was pretty sure you did it to put him at ease.

Eddie felt his entire world tilt off its axis as he stared at you. You were dirty, bloody, and were still clinging onto the broken piece of oar like it was a deadly weapon. He thought back to you a few minutes ago and smiled. He guessed it was deadly. Eddie reached out to you and you immediately turned to his touch. You sometimes reminded him of a sunflower, always turning towards him. You never left, never judged, and never expected more than he could give.

This one, his heart thumped. Eddie felt adrenaline rush through him once more, the world disappearing around you.

"I love you," Eddie blurted out, wincing at the way your lips parted in surprise, "I'm sorry I'm finally saying it when we're in this hellhole and you're bleeding but we might die."

"I sincerely hope not," a Robin-sounding whisper muttered behind you both.

"I had a plan, in the cabin this weekend, I was going to - that doesn't matter anymore," Eddie's felt a surge of determination. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you, as long as you'll have me, so I can't continue onward looking for Wheeler's guns - which, when the fuck did someone like Wheeler have guns? Although I wouldn’t have pegged you for being strapped either and then you stabbed those things like a goddamn warrior queen – which was hot by the way-”

"Eddie," you said with what looked like tears in your eyes, guiding him back to his original point.

"Right. I fucking love you princess. So don't be the hero, at least not without me," he said. "Wherever you go, I go, in this monster hunt, okay?"

Eddie watched as you said nothing, your eyes welling up and your grip on him tightened. After a few beats of silence, you spoke. "I love you too, Munson. So much."

"Yeah?" He said, tension bleeding out of his shoulders.

"Of course, how could you ever think otherwise?" You said, peppering his face with kisses. "I willingly listen to that awful band when you drop me off for work almost every week."

"Woman, do not insult Metallica in my presence," he grumbled, kissing you anyway. Eddie was pretty sure you could upend his entire life and he’d still follow you like a lost puppy. "Since we're airing things out, might as well go for gold - when we're out of this shithole, move in with me?"

You beamed. "Took you long enough to ask."

"I was going to ask this weekend!"

“It’s been six months,” Steve whispered and laughed when you turned to glare at him.

"Mhmm."

"I had a whole plan. Moving in was penciled in right after the second round, when you were all distracted, boneless, happy, and less likely to argue with me."

"I never argue with you," you huffed.

“What are you doing now?”

Eddie felt his entire body beam at you when you wrinkled your nose, huffing. “We’re discussing, Eddie.” God, he loved your haughty I-know-better-than-you voice.

"Princess, you're arguing with me about arguing with me."

"I'm not."

"Jesus, is this their foreplay?" Nancy muttered. You turned to glare at her too.

“Yeah, kind of,” Eddie answered, smirking when you whipped your glare to him. “Well, at least I’m turned on.”

At that, Steve snorted and while you fought your smile - shaking your head – he could see it slowly growing.

"This is cute and all and I’m happy for you," Robin called out, "but we really need to keep moving."

"We're right behind you," you yelled back, loosening your grip on Eddie. He watched you reach up and bring your mouth to his ear. “Let’s get the fuck out of here so we can finally get that weekend away.”

Eddie’s blood thrummed, like it always did when you teased, and he reached out for your hand. “After you, m’lady.”

You both lagged a few feet behind the trio, your grip on his waist tight.

“Eddie?”

“Yeah?” Eddie turned to you, keeping an arm around your shoulders.

“I would’ve waited for you to be ready to say it,” you said quietly, “I never mind waiting for you.”

This one.

“I wanna be with you everywhere,” you sang softly, snorting when he shook his head at you. He really did love that damn song, not that he’d ever tell you that. Although, he’s sure you knew.

“I know,” Eddie said, and he did. “That’s why I love you.”

“I love you too, goof,” you said, grinning at him.

It was weird, feeling this happy in a place where you could be killed at any moment. You walked through the woods, avoiding the vines, hand in hand with Eddie.

“Guys are we any closer?” You called out, fully tired from the day.

“Just a bit more,” Nancy said, walking over a huge vine.

Steve fell into step with you both, he opened his mouth and suddenly the ground was shifting. You stumbled backwards, Eddie’s hands coming around your arms and you crumbled to the ground. Steve landed next to you with a whimper of pain and you latched onto his arm.

“Robin? Nancy?” You shouted over the rumbling.

“We’re okay!”

“Steve?” You turned to him, eyeing the fresh red stains on his makeshift bandages. Eddie squeezed your hand and hauled you up to your feet.

“What the fuck was that?” Eddie growled, eyes searching the trees like an animal was stalking you all. Shit, for all you knew you were prey.

“Let’s go,” you said, “I don’t want to wait around to find out.”

“Come on! I can see it!” Nancy said, turning to glance back at you three.

Steve groaned when he stretched experimentally. “Remind me to get a rabies shot when everything’s gone back to normal.”

“Literally it’s the first thing I’m doing when I’m out of here,” you said, glancing at your scraped palms. Eddie grabbed your dirtiest one and dusted off the dirt from it. “Thanks.”

He smiled, exhaustion bleeding into it, and you kissed his jaw. Following a bouncing Robin and determined looking Nancy, you couldn’t help but be awed by the state of the Wheeler house. Vines draped over most of the outside, making it look warped and hollow. You glanced around at the dark house – all echoes of safety and security, gone.

“Hey,” Eddie said, having climbed up a few steps. He pointed upstairs where Nancy and Robin had disappeared. You glanced at Steve, who was lying on the couch breathing a little heavily. Jogging over to the banister, you reached up onto your toes and Eddie leaned over. The kiss was quick but you tugged on a lock of his hair. “Be careful.”

Nodding, he glanced worriedly at Steve before following the girls. Stepping back towards the living room, you saw Steve shoot you a look.

“What?”

“Nothing, I’m just jealous. You’re in another dimension and you got a love proclamation and someone who looks at you like you hung the moon,” Steve sighed.

Tossing an arm over his shoulders, you pulled him to you. “I’ll marry you if we’re both forty and single. I promise to not bicker with you so much.”

Steve snorted. “Eddie would suffocate me in my sleep if he heard you,” he said, smiling up at you, “either way, deal.”

You laughed, resting your cheek over his forehead and sighing. “We really should get like medal or plaques or something. How many times have we saved this fucking town?”

“Counting this one? Five.”

“Isn’t it four?”

“Five. They’re lucky I’m not counting per Demogorgon.” You snorted, agreeing with him. Something buzzed to your left and you whirled your head towards it.

“What?” Steve said, sitting up, alert.

Squinting into the darkness, you stood up slowly. “I don’t know…”

“That brings us to the question you first raised-”

“I think,” you whispered, “I think I heard my brother.”

Steve blinked at you. “Dustin?”

“How and why is there a gate at Lover’s Lake?”

“I hear him,” Steve said, “I hear him! Dustin!”

“Dustin!” You screamed. “Dustin!”

Both of you scrambled around like chickens with their heads cut off, trying to find where his voice was coming from. “Dustin, I swear to God if you’re ignoring me because I didn’t let you on the boat!”

Heavy footsteps down the stairs startled you and you whirled around to find yourself face to face with a panting Eddie. “What’s wrong? I heard you scream. Are you okay?”

“It’s Dustin!” You told him, glancing upwards. “I heard Dustin!”

“Maybe they do have rabies,” Robin whispered. You glared at her.

“Dustin!” Steve shouted.

“Let’s analyze, what do Eleven and Vecna have in common?”

“Wait,” Eddie said, tightening his hold on you, “I hear him too!”

“Okay, either he can’t hear us or he’s being a total douchebag,” Steve sighed.

You shrugged and leaned onto Eddie. Closing your eyes, you dropped your forehead onto his neck. “It’s a toss up honestly.”

“Will found a way,” Nancy said, and you were suddenly struck with the reality that this is where Will had been stuck for almost a week. You shivered and Eddie’s arms wrapped around you.

“You want my jacket?” He asked, pressing his lips to your temple.

Shaking your head, you wrapped your arms under his jacket and onto his waist. “I’m okay, I’m just tired.” You straightened, realizing, Will found a way to talk to Joyce. “The lights. Will found a way to talk to Joyce through the lights.”

“Yes!” Nancy said, running to the lamps on the wall. “Shit, they’re not working.”

“Uh guys, are you seeing this?” Steve said.

The air shimmered as Steve passed his flashlight through it. “What the fuck?”

“Don’t you know morse code?” Nancy asked you.

Nodding, you brought your hand up into the…shimmering dust particles…and started tapping out Dustin’s name.

“How do you know morse code?” Eddie asked, eyeing you.

Steve and Nancy laughed but Robin looked intrigued. “Their dad taught them,” Steve explained, “they liked being able to tap at the wall between their rooms to talk.”

“Really?” Eddie said, smiling fondly, “you’re such nerds.”

Rolling your eyes you glanced at them. “Trying to concentrate here!” You snapped.

“You’re stuck in watergate!?” Dustin’s voice echoed throughout the room. “Can’t you come back the way you came from?”

Eddie sighed and Steve rolled his eyes. “He’s so pretentious sometimes,” he said, leaning across to look at Eddie. “Don’t you think so?”

“It’s his tone,” Eddie said with a head shake, “I keep telling him but he doesn’t listen.”

“What are you saying?” Robin asked, ignoring the guys.

You concentrated, trying to remember the translation for R. “I’m telling him that it’s guarded.”

“We have a theory that can help with that!”

“Genius little child, I’m going to buy him that stupid computer set he was looking at if I get out of here alive,” Robin muttered.

“We think there’s a gate at every murder site!”

“What?” Steve said.

“I think he’s saying we need to try and find the other sites. Where did Fred die?”

“By Bleecker!”

Bleecker was a little further than Eddie’s trailer, which, was still kind of far. “Eddie’s trailer is closest,” you said to them.

“How far is your trailer?” Nancy asked.

Without hesitating, Eddie answered, “Seven miles.”

“How do you know that?” Steve muttered.

“Henderson lives half a mile up from me,” Nancy said and Eddie grinned. “I’ve seen his van pass by at least once a day.”

Steve sighed and smiling at him, you relayed the message to Dustin.

“We’ll meet you there! For the love of Christ, be careful!”

“I know your house is like creepily frozen in time and shit, but didn’t you always have bikes?” Robin asked.

Shit.

Nancy shot up, hand already reaching for the nearby door to the garage and Robin grinned, running after her. You looked over to Steve who was frowning.

“Just go without me, I’ll walk it,” you said, “I can jog a decent mile.”

“Absolutely not,” Steve said, ignoring you and walking out to the garage.

Robin was already seated on the nearest bike, her expression excited. “What are you guys waiting for?”

Eddie’s hand came up to your elbow and you winced. “I don’t know how to ride a bike.”

“What?” Robin frowned.

Nancy groaned. “I forgot, I’m sorry.”

“How does Dustin know how to ride a bike but you don’t?” Eddie asked, confused.

“Her dad was teaching them up the block,” Nancy said, everyone knew the story, “she fell off the bike, fractured her wrist and swore she’d never hop on one again.”

“Have you tried to get a Henderson to do something they don’t want to do?” Steve asked. “Impossible.”

“I am right here,” you grumbled. “Seriously, just-”

“No,” Steve said, crossing his arms.

“What?” Robin asked, hopping off the bike.

Glancing at your friends, you sighed. “You guys have to go without me. I’ll walk it.”

“It’d be faster to just teach you,” Eddie said, “it’s easy, I learned in like five minutes.”

Eyeing the bikes with distrust, Steve sighed. “I’m not leaving you here, I’ll walk with you. You guys go.”

“No,” you said, eyeing his bleeding wounds, the idea of him staying here ridiculous. “You can’t stay here.”

“So, you do see how stupid of an option that is,” Steve snarked. Son of a bitch.

“I can’t stand you sometimes,” you hissed back.

Eddie snorted. “Alright, Jesus, cut it out, I’ll grab that big bike and you can ride on the back spokes, okay?”

“Eddie…”

He turned to you and put his hands on your shoulders. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” you said instantly. Eddie smiled at your lack of hesitation and nodded towards the bike.

“I won’t let you fall. I promise princess, there’s no other way because I’m not leaving you behind,” he said. “Alright?”

A loud grumble echoed in the distance and you hurried towards the bike.

“Yeah, fuck it,” you said, hating every second of this, “I’d rather die on the bike than eaten alive by whatever is in here. Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

“I’m never doing that again,” you said, heaving as everyone dropped the bikes to the ground.

Steve coughed, spitting something out behind a trash bin. “It was not that bad,” Eddie said, raising his arms over his head as he panted.

You glared at him and your stomach swooped. “It felt like a carnival ride! Oh God, I’m going to puke.”

“I had to avoid the vines, woman!” He said, slinging his arm around your waist and pulling you in for a messy, adrenaline filled, kiss.

“Oh my God, let’s just go,” Nancy said, grip on your wrist tight as she pulled you into the trailer. You glanced around, a little awed.

“I hate what you’ve done with the place,” you told him, pushing your hair away from your face.

Eddie looked towards the kitchen and frowned. “You don’t like my new backsplash? It’s popular in Europe right now.”

Robin laughed, pressing a hand to her mouth when Nancy glared at you all. “Wait,” Robin leaned forward, “I think there’s something in there.”

The red material pushed out towards you and Eddie immediately stepped in front of you. Rolling your eyes, you peeked over his shoulder and grabbed his hand. “What the hell is that?” Everyone shouted and stumbled back as something pierced through the barrier. Pieces of flesh dropped onto the floor and you gagged.

“Oh my God,” you said, pushing passed them. “Hello?” You glanced up and saw a familiar face grinning back down at you.

“Holy shit, this is trippy,” Robin breathed, watching as the kids jumped in excitement.

“Bada bada boom!” Dustin shouted.

You rolled your eyes in tandem with Steve and tried to think of what you could use to climb up there. “Dustin! I was going to change the sheets the morning before our date, I left a pile on the ground next to his dresser. Grab the sheets off of Wayne’s bed too.”

“Tie them together and throw it up?” Dustin asked, nodding. “Worth a try, come on!”

“I can’t wait to get the hell out of here,” Nancy said, leaning over her knees, still trying to catch her breath.

“Max, try to see if you can drag Eddie’s mattress off his bed,” you instructed, “if the gravity shifts as we climb, we’re going to be pulled up – or, well down. Lucas, help her!”

“What should I do?” Erica asked.

You smiled. “You’re in charge! Supervise them.” She saluted and you laughed when you heard Lucas immediately start to bicker.

Eddie hooked his chin over your shoulder and pulled you into his arms. “Bossy, I like it,” he whispered into your ear. Smiling at him, you placed your hands over his arms and listened as they scrambled to get everything together.

“How do we know it’s safe to climb through? What if we get sent somewhere else?” Robin asked.

“We don’t,” you admitted, “but, it’s our only option and we made it through watergate easily enough.”

With a loud grunt, Lucas and Max dropped the mattress directly under the gate. You winced when you saw the stains on the sheets you’d yet to remove.

“Those stains are uh,” he turned to look at you with his eyes widening, both of you knowing exactly how those got there, and Robin snickered.

“Don’t look at me my brother is literally right there,” you hissed.

At that, Max laughed and Dustin glared at Eddie. Robin side eyed you both and Steve snorted. “I told you they’re all over each other all the time.”

“Shut up Harrington,” you said, pinching his bicep.

He jumped, rubbing at the reddening skin. “I am the injured party here!”

“Right, uh, yeah, I don’t know what those are,” Eddie said, eyes staring straight up.

“Nice save,” you grumbled.

Erica handed Dustin the sheets and he sighed. “I’m not sure how the physics on this is going to work but, here goes nothing.” With a throw, the makeshift rope made it through and hung directly in front of you all.

“Pull on it! See if it holds!” Dustin shouted.

Robin stared wide eyed and stepped forward when no one else did. She tugged on the rope and nodded. “I’ll be the guinea pig,” she said, grunting as she climbed. You watched her climb and go tumbling onto the mattress. “That was fun!”

“Nancy,” you said, shoving her forward. She looked like she was about to disagree when Steve kneeled so she could have a jump start. “Fine,” she grumbled, giving you all a stern look. “Quickly, you guys. Quickly.”

“Alright, Henderson, you first,” Eddie said, eyes glancing around his trailer.

You knew Steve would insist on being last and Eddie would climb out after you. Eyeing his wounds, you shook your head. “Eddie, you go,” you said.

He opened his mouth to protest when you shot him a pleading look. “Please, sweetheart, just go.”

At the term of endearment, he sighed. “Harrington,” he said, turning to shoot Steve a pleading look.

“I’ll throw her up like a volleyball if I need to,” Steve said, eyes hardening when you turned to glare at him. Once Eddie had smacked into the mattress above you, he put his hands on his hips.

“Hurry up!” Eddie shouted, his voice a touch hysterical.

Turning to Steve, you crossed your arms. “You’ll need help. I saw you spit up blood and that makeshift bandage isn’t going to hold. So, what’s going to happen is I’m going to give you a jump start and you’ll try your hardest not to open any of the clotting wounds. Alright?”

“If you think I’m leaving you here alone, you really don’t know me so well,” Steve said, leaning towards you. “A decade of friendship and you think I’m climbing.”

You narrowed your eyes. Steve mimicked you. This dumb son of a bitch.

“What the hell are they talking about?” Nancy hissed.

Robin cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted, “Argue when you’re both back in the real world, hurry up!”

“Harrington.”

“Henderson.”

You sighed. Stubborn idiot. “Steve, I didn’t dive into the upside down to come and save your ass to not finish the job.”

“I’ve saved you tons of times!”

“For the love of God,” Eddie’s muffled voice bled through, “find something we can throw at them.”

Indignation flamed your anger. “Name one time you’ve ever – we don’t have time for this!”

“Exactly, so start climbing!” He held out a fist. “Rock, paper, scissors?”

“Steve,” you said, fear bleeding into your voice. “You are my best friend and you’re bleeding because bats took out chunks of your body. Please. I love you and I’m not letting you suffer through whatever this act is. I saw you almost fall off your bike on the way here.”

Faltering, he sighed. “You need to be right behind me. I don’t care if I’m still on the rope – hands right under my legs and I’ll roll so you can fall next to me.”

“Fine, just fucking go,” you shoved him towards the rope. Kneeling, you let him use your leg to get as high as he could.

He turned his head, stupid Harrington smile on his face, and he froze. You blinked, turning to look behind you. When you saw nothing out of the ordinary, you turned back and stilled. His smile had turned malicious, his eyes darkening.

“You know you belong here, don’t you?” He said, dropping to his feet and taking a step towards you.

“What?”

“Barb asked you to go to that party with her. She didn’t want to go – but you knew Nancy would convince her. You left her to die alone, in pain, and scared.”

“Steve?” Your voice cracked with fear. A cold sense of dread shot through your body, your heart galloping. “Steve, no, you know that’s not true.”

“She was your friend. Did you even mourn her? Or were you secretly glad it was her and not you?”

Your stomach turned and the instinct to run was imminent. Taking a few steps back, you realized your mistake when you started falling. The world around you went dark and you flailed your arms to try and catch hold of anything. You came to a stop, slamming into the ground in front of the freshly painted Creel’s house. The stain glass window that Max had talked about – your feet moved without your consent and you were suddenly in the doorway, air stuck in your throat, behind a family you’d never seen before.

The small boy to the left turned to glance at you, his green eyes piercing. He knew you, how did he know you?

“Do you even remember what you did to her? Because I remember everyone. I have the decency to remember,” a new voice admonished.

Shame licked at your feet and the urge to run was squashed by the fury in the boy’s eyes. Where the fuck were you? Who was he? Panic threatened to choke you but the boy walked up the stairs at a slower pace than the girl. Halfway, he glanced back at you again, and you knew what he wanted.

Fine. He wanted to do a show and tell? You’d play along. With a deep breath, you followed.

#eddie munson x reader

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imaginativeamateur · 2 years

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[Itachi Uchiha X Reader] First Snow Season 2 {Part 4}

Part 3 | Part 5

Pairing: Itachi Uchiha x fem!Reader

Note: Yooo, hello hello!! I'm back and on the run. Sorry for being on hiatus for literally more than one month, had exams and a bunch of events. But now that it's summer, stay tuned <3

~~/ /The room got quiet, and your body stiffened. He then continued, “We let her out on parol and chose the North to ultimately get to the root of the problem. And we need your help, Y/N.”/ /~~

You tossed around on your futon, unable to fall back to sleep. It has been two nights, since Itachi and you had that conversation about the Clan’s intention to trail Izumi’s contact to some people residing in the North—your land. Thinking about the potential danger lying around, ready to ambush your people sent chills up your body. You agreed to join forces with him, defensively, and now have put yourself into a very critical position. Yes, Itachi—the Clan—wanted you to befriend Izumi.

“In your dreams,” you muttered. The problem was not with you, but Izumi, who desperately believed that her man—stand corrected, Itachi was not her man whatsoever, according to his party—had a fling with you while you would give up all your possessions to prove otherwise. You sighed heavily and dug your face into the comforter, troubled at the thought of the very same woman staying in the room adjacent to yours. Right, two days after you were asked to reconcile with Izumi, she had officially moved in. Great progress.

You loomed over your office desk stacked with countless papers, fingers tapping impatiently on the wooden surface. Your Secretary was supposed to be present by this time, as he has always been a punctual and workaholic individual, but there was no sign of him. Ears perked at the rapid knocking on your door, you called them in, expecting a string of apologies from the young man for his late arrival, but greeting your anticipation was Itachi with a set of bento in one hand, the other holding several scrolls that had you mentally wincing at first sight. “Your Secretary is here, by the way, told him to give us a few minutes.”

“What’s this?” You pointed to the bento box and raised a brow, probably on decent terms with him after having that talk. How to say it—partnership.

“It’s a bento box,” he replied, neither warm nor cold.

“I know,” you nagged, “what is this thing doing here?”

“You haven’t had breakfast.”

“So?” You watched as he lifted opened the cover, revealing an entire collection of your favorite foods. Unconsciously, you swallowed and blinked your eyes. Hunger never made its way to your mind until you saw food.

“What?” He questioned, “You don’t want to eat, then?”

“No one has bento for breakfast,” you mumbled under your breath but proceeded to dig your chopsticks in, nevertheless. No one except Itachi would. After a few moments of relishing the mesmerizing taste on your tongue, you bemused, “I can’t recall any reasons for you to be so nice to me, Itachi…san.”

“And I can’t recall any reasons for me not to be nice to you either.”

“If you need help with anything then spit it out, don’t have to take the long way.”

“I’m here because I’m genuinely concerned with your health when you keep skipping breakfast.”

“What does my health have to do with you?” You crossed your arms, having to have stopped eating completely. A dumb thought crossed your mind, one that you immediately dismissed, also the one that kept you awake all night yesterday. Couldn’t it be that—

“I don’t want you to fall sick when we still haven’t taken care of the Clan’s safety,” his face grimed. “You’re no longer living for yourself, Y/N. Others’ lives are in your hands.”

“I…see.” You picked up your chopsticks. So it was not because he still harbored a tiny bit of emotions for you. For someone like Itachi, you should have known better. You knew, even though it was hard to admit that the man before your eyes was no longer the one he used to be—the one you made out to be. Maybe the last few days disoriented your thoughts. The way his fingers lingered a tad bit longer than they should have when he cupped your face, the way his lips curved into a slight smile when your eyes met, the way he cared a little too much that cut you a little too deep. “I will take care of myself, thank you. I will have my Secretary pay you back for the bento.”

The room turned quiet. You took a breath and bit the inner of your cheek. The food you were enjoying earlier became sour in your mouth, bitter almost. “If you have nothing else then—”

“You don’t need to pay me back. I’ll get going,” he waved his hand dismissively, “see you around.”

Itachi shut his eyes as soon as the door to your office closed behind his back. All he needed was just a last push to say what he wanted to say. But it never happened. There were many things he wanted to tell you, not just nagging at you for not eating breakfast. His lips prompted and his words were on the verge of slipping when you questioned why he cared. Itachi did not know either, he just happened to wake up this morning, making some food for himself and ending up with an extra serving. Maybe it had become his habit after you moved in with him, to make some for you, who would never bother going into the kitchen in the morning practically late for work. It was autonomy for him—why he cared. And it would be foreign now that he would have to suppress something that he had grown used to doing. Caring was like a habit, an aggravating one that he needed to replace. It never occurred to him that letting go would be this hard, harder when you were still there, right in front of his eyes, but all he could hold onto were memories.

When you finished your bento box, your Secretary timely made his way into your office, holding a glass of water with some pills. “Y/N-san, this is for you. It’s getting colder this week so make sure you’re paying attention to your health.”

You ogled at him jokingly, “When have you become so compassionate?”

“My brother sent me extras so I thought I should give you some,” he rubbed his nose, embarrassed. “Besides, you probably need it more than I do, you have been overworking yourself these days.”

“Alright, thanks,” you smiled, “help me thank your brother, too.”

Itachi waited patiently at your Secretary’s desk and his eyes lit up at the sight of him. “How did it go?”

“Y/N-san doesn’t know, I told her I got them from my brother.” He grinned, “Those pills are very hard to get, I don’t understand why you won’t give it to her by yourself if you care about Y/N-san so much.”

“I’m not in the right position to do so,” Itachi vaguely answered. “Make sure she takes two per day, both after a meal.”

If he could no longer be by your side, then be it. But he would not stop caring for you. For all he had done, and for all he hasn’t done.

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kakyoinscheryblush · 1 year

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Something behind the glass surface [ Jotaro Kujo x reader ]

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Chapter four, The Sea Life Aquarium adventure

*1.st p.o.v, Y/n*

The next day came and I didn’t sleep a wink. My eyes were slightly red and my eyebags were more noticeable than usual. Thankfully I fixed it with makeup! That shit does wonders.

I got dressed in my school uniform which consisted of a purple-greyish medium skirt and a vest with an f/c bow. I still had time to eat since my school starts at 8:00 a.m..

I grabbed my backpack and walked downstairs ready to recite the whole paragraph to my mom as to why I didn’t show up on time yesterday.

“Oh hi dear! Thank you for buying the stuff I needed!” Mom appeared from the living room with an apron tied around her waist. “Mom I’m sorry for being late yesterday-”

“Sweetie, you don’t have to apologise for being late. Besides, I don’t mind you going out! You just need to get home sound and safe, Am I clear?” Mom hushed me as we went to the kitchen.

I sighed in relief, ‘Thank God! I don’t think I’ll be able to tell her what happened at Jotaro’s house.’.

“Here you go!” mom said as she put a plate full of f/f on the table. “Thanks mom!” my mouth watered at the delicious food. After I ate everything I dropped the used utensils and the plate in the sink.

“I’ll be going now! See you mom!” I exclaimed as I grabbed my jacket and exited the house. “Bye bye darling!” mom shouted from the kitchen just in time I closed the doors.

The walk to the school was thankfully quiet besides the cars passing by. No rude interruptions-

“Y/n-chan! Hi!” Aiko exclaimed as she rushed to me and grabbed my arm. I jumped at the sudden impact from my side.

“Jeez! Aiko- Oh my God you scared me…” I murmured as I gently tried to shake her off from my arm however she didn’t budge.

‘Speaking of the devil…’ I groaned mentaly as I walked with Aiko through the school entrance. “So, Y/n-chan. Did you start the biology project?” Aiko asked me as her green eyes flashed with something I couldn’t quite deduct.

‘This bullshit again? Didn’t Yamabitch tell them that she exposed their intentions once she confronted me?’ I thought as I fought the urge to roll my eyes.

She never even tried to talk to me, and all of a sudden she was acting like we were bestest of friends.

“Yes, yes I did.” I replied and she finally let go of my arm. As I opened my locker I could see her expression fall. ‘Wonder why…’ I sarcastically wondered.

“O-Oh really? That’s great! I’ll be starting mine tomorrow.” her cheery expression came back as she put on her school shoes.

I never truly disliked anybody in my life, but Aiko was starting to get on my nerves. I wonder how long she can hold up her nice act.

By what I saw she was getting impatient to tell me off just like Yamabitch did. I just hope it doesn’t escalate to anything physical…

We walked to our class and just in time the bell rang, signalling the beginning of the first period. I sighed and pulled out my books and pencil case.

*time skip to the lunch break*

The bell rang and it was time to find Jotaro. Aiko, as if triggered by me standing up, rushed to me.

“Y/n-chan! Where are you going?” she asked as she tried to latch onto my arm but I subtly moved away. “I’m going to the toilet…” I told her and she stopped for a second.

‘Surely she won’t ask me if she can come with me… Right?’ I thought as I began to walk out. “W-With your backpack?” Aiko sputtered out and I stopped in my tracks. Dammit.

“Uh… It’s that time of the month so yeah.” I told her unbothered and Aiko blushed in embarrassment.

“Oh, okay hahaha…” she laughed and ran to her desk without uttering anything more. “This was easy…” I mumbled under my breath as I walked out of the classroom.

I checked if the sight was clear from Yamaguchi’s and Aiko’s friend group and luckily it was.

Now, how did Jotaro expect me to know where he hangs around school?

Only places we encountered were the library and the rooftop. But rooftop sounded more of an option since we actually had conversation there.

I nodded in agreement with my thoughts and I squeezed through the piles of students to the stairs that lead to the rooftop. Once I got there I sighed, he better be there or I’m going to die from embarrassment.

I walked up the stairs and once I reached the metal doors I could feel my stomach making flips and my heart threatening to jump out of my chest.

“Okay Y/n, calm down. You’re just going to talk to him about the project, nothing more.” I comforted myself as I gripped the metal doorknob and opened the doors.

I was met with flower petals blowing in my face. “Ugh-” I moved the petals from my face and hair. It seems that the sakura petals that were laying on the rooftop were blown off with the spring breeze.

Besides this petal attack, it seemed that nobody else was there.

SLAM

I felt my soul leave my body as I jumped from the slammed doors. I swiftly turned around and was faced with Jotaro’s emotionless expression. His eyes were staring into my eyes intensely and I started to panic.

“Jotaro- You made me shit my pants! Please be more gentle when closing the doors in the future…” I exhaled and Jotaro raised an eyebrow.

“Alright… Whatever. Did you bring the poster?” he asked me as he gestured to the spot we sat at the last time.

“Oh! Yes I did!” I exclaimed as I sat down on the concrete floor. This time Jotaro didn’t sit in front of me, but rather next to me. I pulled my backpack into my lap and pulled out the folded poster.

The poster itself was pretty cool looking. Of course, it had a dolphin in the centre. The dates were written on the bottom.

The nearest date that was written on the poster was for the next week on Tuesday at 5:30 p.m.

And that is the last week of when we need to do our project. “Hm, are you free on Tuesday Jotaro-” “Yes, I am.” he cut me off as his eyes were still on the poster.

‘Somebody is eager to go to the dolphin show…’ I giggled to myself as I folded the poster but all of a sudden his hand grabbed mine in which I was still holding the folded poster.

“Uhm…” I squeaked out. “Can you…. Give it to me…?” he choked out the last part as he tipped his hat and his hand let go of mine in an instan. His action probably surprised even himself.

I was still processing what happened when blush spread across my cheeks, “Of course, here you go.” I said as I extended my hand he gently grabbed the folded poster and put it into his backpack.

The air was now filled with awkward silence. I drummed my fingers on my thighs as I looked around the rooftop. I heard the clicking of a lighter next to me and I turned my head to Jotaro.

Jotaro puffed out the smoke of a cigarette into the air, but he turned to the side as he did so. “So where do we meet on Tuesday?” I asked him as we both leaned on the wall.

“Come to my house at 4:15 p.m.” Jotaro said as he crushed his cigarette against the concrete floor.

“Okay! You got it, chief!” I said as I jokingly saluted and Jotaro smiled. “I could bring my notes with me so we can write something in. And, we can ask some questions to the caretaker of the dolphin!” I explained and Jotaro nodded thoughtfully.

“Sure, just don’t give them to me once you don’t wanna carry them anymore.” Jotaro side eyed me and I laughed, “I promise I won't. Cross my heart.” I did an ‘X’ gesture over my surprisingly calm heart.

Jotaro laughed and shook his head, “Whatever, just don’t be late or I’m leaving you.” he said.

I stopped laughing and looked at him, “Wait, you'll really leave me?” I questioned as dramatically as possible. By Jotaro’s reaction I should get an Oscar.

His eyes widened and he turned so he fully looked at me. “Good grief , I didn’t mean it like that-” he tried to explain and I burst out laughing.

“Oh my God Jotaro! I’m joking! You know, you don’t have to be serious all the time. Making jokes isn’t against the law.” I teased him and he scoffed.

“Well, I didn’t have anybody to make jokes with. As you noticed so far, people around here aren’t exactly fond of me.” Jotaro rolled his eyes. ‘He should meet Aiko and Yamabitch…’ I thought as I mentaly rolled my eyes.

“Well, dear Jotaro, now you have me! Congratulations!” I exclaimed as I did a small jazz hands gesture. He snorted and tipped his hat to hide the ever so visible smile he was fighting from showing.

“Is that so? Never knew we were friends.” Jotaro said as he looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

‘I- Fuck- Did I just call him my friend? I mean was I wrong?’ I thought in panic. A sweat bead rolled down my forehead as I awkwardly laughed.

“Uhm- I mean yeah…? I’m sorry-” “No, don’t apologise. It has been a long time since anybody referred to me as their friend…” Jotaro said truthfully. His gaze dropped to his clasped hands in his lap.

What…?

I mean yeah, I have never seen him hang around anybody ever, but there was this one kid I never met that I saw hang around with him a few times.

Oh jeez now I feel really bad. “Oh, I didn’t mean to upset you or anything Jotaro…” I murmured to him and he shook his head.

“Nah, don’t worry about it.” was all he said as he got up and grabbed his backpack. What surprised me was that he extended his arm to me to grab it. “Come on, I don't have a whole day…” Jotaro murmured as he turned his head from me.

I grabbed his larger hand and got up. “Thank you-” I said as I tried to let go of his hand, however I couldn’t. “Erm- Jotaro, can you let go of my hand?” I asked him as I tried to shake off his hand.

“I’m trying-” Jotaro grunted as he glared at our clasped hands. “Did you use some kind of glue, Jotaro?” I asked him as I started to panic.

There is no way in hell I’m walking hand in hand with Jotaro Kujo down the stairs. I mean… I wouldn’t exactly complain but it was just too risky for my own life.

“Good grief… Let go-” “I’m trying if you’re not seeing!” I fumed as we both tried to separate our hands from each other. All of a sudden Jotaro tugged at his hand much harsher and I crashed into him.

“Oof-” I groaned, but it was muffled by Jotaro’s chest. “Uh-” Jotaro's brain seemed to stop working.

I felt my hand free from his and I quickly moved away. “Anyways… See you on Tuesday!” I blurted out as I rushed to the doors, swung then open and rushed down the stairs.

I ran to my class and magically the bell rang the second I walked in. I could feel Aiko’s eyes already on me. And she seemed out of breath herself…?

Oh no! she’s gonna interrogate me about what I was doing! I mean I could’ve told her everything from the beginning but I didn’t want to cause Jotaro even more problems than he probably has.

The class went quiet and I leaned back on my chair. But the whole time I was thinking of the upcoming aquarium trip with Jotaro….

For the rest of the day nothing happened. Once I got home and took off my shoes I was met with my mom smiling at me with a simple cake in her hands.

“Hi sweetie! I did have a bit of free time on my hands so I decided to bake a cake!” she exclaimed joyously.

I squealed, “Yes! You're the best mom!”. “Okay, let’s go and cut it up.” mom said as we both went to the kitchen. She placed the cake on the small dining table and pulled out a knife.

“So, did anything interesting happen at school?” she asked as she began to cut the cake. Flashbacks from the rooftop flooded my mind and I tried not to blush. “U-Uh, no, not really."

But I am going to that aquarium with one of my friends for the biology project next Tuesday.” I told her as I tried to calm my heart which was starting to beat quicker and quicker.

She placed the cake slice on one plate and put it in front of me, “Really? And who is that friend of yours?” she asked me as she put her own slice of cake on her plate.

“It’s not important-” “Yes, yes it is. Now spit it out.” she squinted her eyes at me as she pointed her fork in my direction.

I sighed in defeat, “Argh- Alright. His name is Jotaro Kujo. But that’s all you need to know.” I said to her as I started to eat the cake.

Mom stopped eating her cake and her eyes widened, “My my, Y/n! You didn’t tell me you were turning this aquarium visit into a date!” she teased me as she laughed.

My cheeks flared up, “M-Mom! It’s not like that! We don’t even know each other that well!” I exclaimed in embarrassment. She raised an eyebrow at me, “Alright darling, go lie to yourself in the mirror like that.”.

“But I’m not lying! I doubt if we will ever speak after this project!” I exclaimed. I looked down on my plate as I took another bite of the cake.

Yeah, I really enjoyed when we talked to each other but the possibility of him never wanting to speak to me is highly possible.

Aside from abnormal activities happening near Jotaro, I came to like him really much.

“N/n… If you are afraid of him not speaking to you again, make the first move. Ask him to hang out, or ask him to walk with you home if he lives near. Be creative!” Mom advised me and I nodded. ‘As always, she has a point…’ I told myself.

“I’ll think about it…” I told her as we continued to chat and eat cake for the rest of the night…

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*time skip, Tuesday, 3.rd p.o.v*

It was 4:00 p.m. and Jotaro was pacing around his room and Star Platinum was sitting on his bed, watching his user with a mischievous smirk.

“And you little shit, try to pull another stand with her and you’re done.” Jotaro stopped in front of his stand who only shrugged his shoulders and replied with a couple of ora oras.

Jotaro’s eyes twitched. “What do you mean, you’re doing this because I’m a coward!? She can’t even see you!” he exclaimed as he slapped his forehead.

Star Platinum grabbed Jotaro’s hands and forced him to look at him. He said a simple sentence that left Jotaro a bit stunned.

“She can’t see me, but she probably can see your feelings… What do you mean by that?” Jotaro looked at Star Platinum as if he spoke quantum physics. Star wanted to rip his hair out because of his user's stupidity.

“I don’t have any feelings for her! It’s you that does this shitty pranks and leaves me looking like a complete dumbass!” Jotaro defended himself.

But as he opened his mouth to lecture his stand more, his mother knocked on his door and exclaimed, “JoJo dear, Y/n is waiting for you outside! Hurry up and finish talking with Star!” Holy scolded.

Jotaro looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. He was wearing a light grey shirt, his usual gakuran, black pants and a pair of dress shoes.

He grabbed his hat and placed it on his head. Star platinum rolled his eyes and disappeared, but not before letting out a few threatening ora oras.

Jotaro completely ignored what his stand said and opened his doors only to be met with an overly excited Holy.

“Oh my dear boy! You look so handsome! But first-” Holy gripped him by the collar of his gakuran, grabbed his hat and ruffled his hair, “-Get rid of this hat.” she said and she wanted to applaud herself for doing so.

“Give it back you-” Jotaro went to grab his hat but Holy just walked away. “Ugh this woman…” Jotaro groaned as he walked out of his house. Y/n was looking around, not paying any attention to the approaching Jotaro.

She was wearing washed out jeans with an f/c sweater and f/c sneakers. She was holding her jacket in her arms. He could get used to seeing her in more casual clothes… “Hi.” Jotar said and Y/n jumped in the air.

“Ah! Oh, hi Jotaro-” the h/c haired girl greeted Jotaro. “You showed up on time, congrats.” he said as he began to walk and Y/n rushed to him.

“Hey Jotaro! Don’t walk too damn fast! I don’t have such long legs, okay?” Y/n said as Jotaro slowed down to match her pace.

He wanted to laugh but he kept it in, “Whatever you say…” he said as they continued to walk to the aquarium. Jotaro knew where it was located since he actually planned to go there a few times.

“I really hope we can feed the dolphins! What do you think, Jotaro?” Y/n asked him as she tried to make small talk on their way to the newly opened aquarium. Jotaro glanced at her and smiled, “Yeah, I hope so too.”.

They walked for a few more minutes and they came to a halt at the huge building. It had many blue tinted windows and huge letters lined up above the big entrance that said, ‘The Sea Life aquarium’.

Y/n stood in awe in front of the huge aquarium building. Jotaro had to fight himself not to let Star Platinum out. He wanted to giggle like a schoolgirl but since he was in public he kept the stoic face expression.

They entered through the entrance and were met with a small line for the ticket stand that was right in front. It had three cash registers and behind them were the ticket prices. Next to the large ticket stand was the map of the aquarium.

From the ticket stand were two paths, the left one was for the aquarium tunnel and the right one was for the performance/animal care podium.

They are both connected on the other side (like a semi-circle), meaning you can walk through one of the paths and exit through another.

“You go wait there on the bench, I’ll pay for the tickets.” Jotaro said as he stepped in a rather small line. Y/n’s eyes widened.

“But Jotaro I can pay for my own-” “I said, I’ll pay. Go wait for me on the bench.” Jotaro said as he turned away from Y/n who sighed in defeat.

There was no point in fighting. She clutched his notepad and sat on the bench. She looked at Jotaro and now she finally noticed that he was missing his signature hat.

She ogled at him more until he turned his head in her direction. Shit, he caught her. The e/c eyed girl coughed and averted her gaze from him.

Finally, it was his turn to buy the tickets! After he spoke to the clerk he gave her the money and she gave him the two tickets.

Y/n felt a surge of happiness pass through her as she saw Jotaro approaching her with the two tickets. Was it because she was finally visiting an aquarium or was it because it was with Jotaro, she didn’t know.

“Here you go, and we got two wristbands.” Jotaro said as he gave Y/n one ticker and wristband.

“Thank you, Jotaro!” Y/n grinned as she took the ticket and wristband from Jotaro. He tried to put the wristband on but he was struggling a bit and Y/n noticed.

“Hey, Jotaro, need any help?” she questioned Jotao who exhaled, “Yeah…”. He extended his hand and Y/n put on his wrist band in a second. She easily put her on too and laughed - “You can always ask for help, you know.”.

Jotaro nodded and they walked to the right path where the dolphin performance was about to start.

Once they entered they were met with many kids and tired out parents. There was a glass barrier that separated the kids from jumping into the tank.

It had a platform for the caretakers to walk on and the rest was the giant pool of water. Inside were two dolphins which were now softly bumping their snouts onto the glass surface, making the kids squeal in joy.

“The performance is supposed to begin at any moment.” Jotaro murmured to Y/n as he checked his wrist watch. The lights dimmed a little and a few ceiling reflectors pointed to the doors.

From the doors emerged a guy carrying a bucket of fish clad in something similar to a surf spandex. It was black with dark blue, He had longer black hair that went past his ear and dark brown eyes and his face was adorned with freckles.

‘Wait a Goddamn second… I’ve seen this guy before! That’s Kenshin Akiyama! He goes to another class… I’ve seen him around the hallway a few times. I didn’t know he works as a dolphin caretaker…’ Y/n thought as she started at the fellow highschooler.

He waved at the crowd and bowed, “Hello everybody! I’m so glad you could join me here today! Here with me we have Yuki and Maiko!” Akiyama whistled and the two dolphins swam up to him.

“Here you go…” he mumbled as he threw one fish to each dolphin who ate them with no problem. Kids and Y/n watched in awe and Jotaro imagined him being that guy, feeding the dolphins.

And so thirty minutes passed of the dolphin duo doing many tricks and even splashing Jotaro and Y/n.

To which he grumbled and Y/n laughed. At some point of performance, as Akiyama was throwing the fish to the dolphins he looked at Y/n and winked.

Her eyes widened as she felt really embarrassed. Why did he feel the need to do that? Jotaro, who was standing slightly behind Y/n glared at Akiyama while he wasn’t looking.

What gave this guy the audacity to do that? He thought as he deeply exhaled. He needed to keep calm or he would summon Star Platinum to teach this guy a lesson.

After the performance was over and the kids and their parents left to go explore the rest of the aquarium.

Only Y/n and Jotaro were left and before Akiyama went through the doors Y/n shouted, “Akiyama-san! Do you have a minute?”.

Akiyama smirked as he looked at her, “Well of course I do! Give me a minute!” he exclaimed from the other side of the tank and walked through the doors. Jotaro fought the urge to roll his eyes.

He noticed the two dolphins swinging up to the glass barrier and once again bumping their snouts into it. Y/n immediately crouched and put her hand to where one of the dolphins snout was.

As Jotaro was about to do the same, Akiyama’s voice interrupted him. “It seems they’re really fond of you.” he laughed as he placed the fish bucket next to the tank and walked to them.

He was still wearing his spandex and his hair was still wet. But now he was wearing a pair of black flip flops.

“Really?! That’s so cool! But anyways, me and my friend Jotaro were thinking you might tell us something about the dolphins? Any fun facts or such.” Y/n said as she got up and faced Akiyama who’s smirk grew even larger.

“No problem, doll. Why don’t you come by my changing room after your little visit here?” Akiyama swept away his wet black hair as he looked at Y/n. He was obviously intentionally ignoring Jotaro and Y/n wasn’t having any of it.

“I’m sorry Akiyama-san, but I’m here with Jotaro so if you don’t mind us going there together.” Y/n replied and Akiyama rolled his eyes. “Nevermind…” he glanced at Jotaro who was already staring at him.

And so Akiyama told them how he cared for the dolphin duo, how he trained them some facts about the species in general.

If Jotaro could get a dollar for every time this idiot has hinted he wanted to talk to Y/n without his presence he would be a billionaire by now.

He wanted to summon Star Platinum and smash his skull against the floor or drown him. Something weird stirred in Jotaro’s stomach…

Was it jealousy? “-And so we train with them almost every day.” he finished his little story and Y/n nodded.

“Thank you for your help Akiyama-san!” Y/n thanked politely and Akiyama grabbed her hand and suddenly kissed it. “No problem Y/n-chan. See you around school…” he purred as walked away.

Leaving a stunned Y/n and fuming Jotaro with the dolphins. Jotaro exhaled and rolled his eyes, “Good grief, what a bastard…”. Y/n nodded in agreement as she wiped the top of her hand against her jeans.

“You two know each other?” Jotaro asked as he gently grabbed Y/n by her upper arm and started to walk to the aquarium tunnel.

“I’m even surprised he knows my name if anything. I saw him a few times in the hallway and I remembered his friends calling for him. We never even glanced at each other.” Y/n spoke as she noticed they came to the start of the magnificent glass tunnel.

“Woah…” she mumbled as the shimmer from the water reflected into her eyes. There were so many fishes in here! Jotaro was still holding her upper arm and didn’t let go. He didn’t want her to get lost in the sea of people.

“Oh oh Jotaro look at this one!” the h/c haired girl exclaimed excitedly as she pointed to a beautiful pearl white betta fish. Jotaro smiled as he observed Y/n’s excited expression. Maybe he should invite her here more often…

And they passed the whole tunnel with ease. Jotaro scanned a few interesting fishes but his mind kept coming back to the dolphins. As they came back to the beginning Jotaro saw Y/n looking at the exit.

“Hey, do you want to check the dolphins one more time before we go?” Jotaro asked Y/n who turned to him.

“Of course! Let’s go!” she exclaimed as she subconsciously grabbed his hand and dragged him with her.

Jotaro blushed and wanted to tip his hat but he remembered his mom took it from him, making his emotions visible to everyone. As they arrived at the dolphin tank, Yuki and Maiko whistled and clicked in anticipation.

Jotaro noticed that Akiyama left his fish bucket by the tank. “Hey Y/n, look.” Jotaro gestured to the bucket half filled with fish in his one hand. Y/n looked at him and giggled a bit, “That’s the first time you referred to me by my name!”.

Jotaro raised his eyebrow, “Hm, I didn’t notice.”. He walked next to Y/n and smiled - “This is something I always wanted to do…”. “What, feed a dolphin?” Y/n asked as she looked at him.

He looked so… calm and relaxed. His aquamarine colored eyes glimmered from the reflection of the water.

His smile grew even bigger, “Yeah. For some time now I’ve been thinking of becoming a marine biologist actually.” he softly spoke as he gently dropped the fish to Maiko

Y/n grabbed another fish and dropped it to Yuki who happily ate it down. “Really!? That sounds so cool Jotaro!” Y/n smiled at the taller delinquent. He threw another fish and glanced at her.

“Glad you think so…” he mumbled out. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed talking about his dream profession, it was just weird not getting a negative response from other people in school. But not like he ever spoke with them about it anyway.

The dolphins whistled and clicked in excitement. Star Platinum manifested and marvelled in ora. He laughed and went to the tank and pet the dolphins. “Oraaa!” Star exclaimed in excitement as Yuki jumped up and dived down.

Jotaro smiled at his happy stand, after all… His stand was a part of him. Which made him remember what Star said to him in his room.

“She can’t see me, but she probably can see your feelings…”

Which made him think… Does he really have-

“Oh shoot! Some of the staff is coming! Jotaro, drop the bucket! Let’s go!” Y/n whisper shouted as she tugged on his gakuran. He placed the bucket down and Star sadly waved at the dolphins, “Ora!”.

They both ran through the tunnel and through the exit. The sun almost set and the sky received a deep orange colour with red and pink tint on clouds. This certainly was exciting…

Y/n and Jotaro sighed and collected their breaths. “Woah… We almost got caught feeding the dolphins…”. Jotaro nodded in agreement. “Yeah, and I think it's best for us to go home now…”

“I’ll walk you home, don’t worry about going home alone.” Jotaro said as they started to walk towards Y/n’s house. “Thank you Jotaro!” she smiled at Jotaro who returned the gesture.

They walked a few streets away until Y/n stopped in front of her house. “I had a lot of fun today, Jotaro. Hope you did too!” Y/n said as she looked at Jotaro who slightly blushed.

“You know… You can call me JoJo.” Jotaro said, which caught Y/n off guard. “It does suit you really well…” Y/n awkwardly giggled as she came closer to Jotaro. “See you tomorrow… JoJo.” she whispered as she hugged Jotaro.

Not only did she call him by his nickname but she also hugged him.

He closed his eyes and slowly moved his arms around her waist. Neither wanted to let go…

But embarrassment got the better of them and they let go of each other. Both blushed and Y/n laughed, “Goodbye JoJo…” she waved to him as she went into her house and closed the doors.

Jotaro was left standing outside of her small yard with his heart hammering against his chest. “I…” he tried to say something but his brain stopped working. So… This was what Star Platinum was talking about?

He blushed deeply as he placed his hands in the pockets of his gakuran and turned around and started to walk home… And once he got home, got ready to sleep, his mind wondered,

Could she really see behind his glass surface?

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the-bird-and-the-flute · 4 months

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Hijikata (Hakuoki) - Modern AU - Teacher - Chapter 3

Pairing: Female reader x Hijikata

Warnings: bad language, agressive behavior

Word count: 629

A/N: I'm back with another chapter of Hijikata's fic. I have no idea why I didn't post this chapter as it was ready ages ago XD. Oh, and if by change you can't acess the other fics link it may be because I updated hijikata's masterlist.

“Geez, I didn’t know you were such an ogre! You are not going to say anything in your defense? What the fuck is going on?!”

“Hey… I’m talking to you, Hijikata!”

“Moonstone Hotel, right?”

“Huh?”

Confused, you look at Hijikata’s finger pointing to the GPS. It’s your hotel’s location. It’s been just a few minutes since he literally threw you inside of his Lexus, and that’s the first time he actually says something.

“Mm-hmm, it’s the hotel I’m staying. Who told you that? I don’t remember telling Kondou about something so specific.”

“Does it matter now? I’ll take you there. That’s what you want, right?”

“Well… Yeah.”

Hijikata doesn’t seem particularly mad at you, but he is definitely in a bad mood. You start wondering if you should try to break the ice to find out more about this unexpected turning of events or if you just accept it as it is and wait until you get to your final destination.

You saw Hijikata just a day ago when he was working in their school and you didn’t push Kondou to gossip about the ikemen’s background. All you know about him it’s that he is a hardworking teacher and that he and Kondou are probably very close.

*sigh* “It seems I won’t have time to go somewhere else. Fine then, just take me there.”

After moments of silence, Kondou’s friend glances at you while you are on your phone. He then proceeds to look at the road before opening his mouth for the second time since you got in his car.

“So you are Kondou’s friend, woman?”

Entertained by your phone, you just nod without giving too much thought about what he asked.

Another silence…

“Why were you watching me that day?”

You were just ignoring Hijikata after you started searching for some stuff on your phone when you suddenly felt the car stopping abruptly.

“Eh? What the fuck? What happened?”

Looking at Hijikata, you realize he is now really mad at you, unlike the first time he asked your hotel’s location. His intense purple eyes are staring at you as if you had committed a crime. He parked the car somewhere in the way to the hotel and he is now attentively observing you, as if he was deciding what to do with you.

(Damn… He is really pissed right now. But it’s not my fault! He was the one who didn’t want to talk so I just decided to focus on my phone instead of trying to be social. This fucker is not going to guilt trip me! I’ll give him a piece of my mind!)

“Answer me! Who are you and why were you watching me yesterday?”, shouts an impatient Hijikata.

“Why would I answer your questions if you don’t even want to answer mine? Go ask Kondou! You’re not his friend? Humpf!”

“And you know what? I don’t need this. Your car is nice and comfy, but I never asked you to give me a ride. I can take a cab!”

You try to open the door to get out of his Lexus to call a cab, but he closes the door before you can get out of there.

“Hey!”

“I told Kondou I’d take you home and I’ll do that. Just behave, ok?”

“Let me out now. You are crazy!”

Hijikata holds your hands with just one of his to prevent you from trying to open the door again. He turns on the car again and locks the door so you can’t escape while he is driving.

“Kondou asked me during the conference if I could give you a ride. He saw you were uncomfortable with that man there. I don’t know if he knows him or not, but you know how he is.”

#lyn's fic #hakuoki fic #hakuoki #hijikata #hijikata fic #hijikata toshizo #hijikata toshizo fic

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infinitefandomimagines · 3 years

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Scarred - Zuko x Reader

WARNINGS: ARGUING, BURN SCARS, ANGST

REQUEST: zuko x reader where the reader is the last one to forgive zuko at the western air temple bc he accidentally hurt her in the crystal catacombs and than zuko goes to her tent, begging for forgiveness and she shows him the scar he gave her and it’s super fluffy:33

"Y/N. . . what do you say?" All eyes landed on you, waiting for your response to Aang's question. However, there was only one pair of eyes in particular you glared back at; and if looks could kill, the recently renounced Fire Nation prince in front of you would've surely met his demise right then. But Zuko knew how to hold himself in front of those who wanted to intimidate him. If there was anything his father taught him, it was that much.

Despite your fiery stare and previous threats from the first time he pleaded for forgiveness that you'd "knock him on his ass" if he ever came near you again, he kept his composure. There was no doubt in his mind you'd stay true to that warning, which is why he made sure to keep enough distance between the two of you.

There was a hopeful gleam in his eyes, so far Aang, Sokka, Katara, and Toph had agreed to let him join the team, albeit some more hesitantly than others. If everyone else found it in their hearts to forgive and forget, surely you could as well. Wrong.

"No."

You saw the last bit of hope fizzle from his eyes as defeat weighed down on him, causing his shoulders to sink and his head to drop. "I know you don't trust me, I don't blame you. I've done horrible things, hurt you and your friends-"

"You can't even begin to imagine the amount of pain you've caused me!" Your words held a venomous sting, yet your tone was strained, calm almost.

"Y/N," Katara stepped up behind you, her voice was soft. You could barely feel the hand she'd placed on your left shoulder, thick and itchy bandages blocking her attempt at comfort. "I don't like it either, but Aang needs to learn fire bending."

"I really believe he's changed, give him a chance to-"

You cut Aang off, finally breaking your gaze from Zuko to face the young monk. "He's already had too many chances!"

No one could admit that you were wrong, not even Zuko. Because every time he'd faught against your little group of rag-tag heroes, you'd given him a chance. Even while the rest of team avatar faught the exiled prince, you never threw a single blow that wasn't defensive or to save your friends. Instead, you'd offer him a chance to join the right side. Of course, he never accepted, but you saw the benefits of your kindness when he'd began to show a sense of mercy against you. There was something in your head telling you he was more than just a villain.

But that mindset changed when you and the gang faught against him and his sister in the crystal catacombs. When Aang almost died. When he chose the Fire Nation's side. When he'd made sure to leave you a permanent reminder of that day.

After a few moments of tense silence, you let out an impatience scoff. "Leave, Zuko. I gave you my answer, the least you can do is respect it."

Reluctantly, he nodded, mumbling out an apology before turning on his heels. He only got in a few steps before Aang interjected.

"Zuko, stop."

He did, glancing over his shoulder, ready to hear what Aang had to say.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, but Zuko is staying. I need need to learn fire bending and he's my only option. I really believe he's changed for the better."

"You don't have to forgive him, but Aang's right, we need him," Sokka added in, to which Toph agreed.

You took in their words, it was obvious they weren't up for debate. You hated that they were right, you all did need Zuko, no matter your current opinion on him.

"Fine," you sighed, looking at Zuko, who was now standing awkwardly with his hands behind his back. "But stay away from me."

Over the next few days, Zuko had somehow managed to gain the complete and utter trust of everyone, even Katara. Everyone except you. Then again, you hadn't had your "life changing field trip with Zuko" that made everyone seemingly forget about everything he'd ever done to them. Field trip or not, earning your trust wasn't going to be that easy. You didn't care how many times he made everybody tea and told cringey jokes.

"Where did you learn to make so many different types of tea?" Aang inquired, causing everyone to look at Zuko, wanting to hear his answer.

Zuko returned to his seat around the fire between Toph and Aang, finally finished handing out small cups of tea. "My uncle, it's his favorite thing to make, he even owned a tea shop at one point."

"You mean the one you betrayed," you deadpanned coldly. You flicked your eyes up from the warm cup of tea in your hands to Zuko, wanting to see his reaction.

His smile faultered, and katara shot a disapproving look at you. For a second you felt guilty, maybe that was too far. He looked genuinely hurt by your comment, but soon another emotion took over his features. You could see it in the way he clenched his jaw and sat up straighter.

"Yeah. That one." His tone was one of poorly restrained bitterness, you'd definitely struck a nerve.

You hummed in response, refusing to break eye contact with him, like you were challenging him to say something equally as cold, but he didn't take the bait. Instead, he took a deep breath, just like his uncle taught him.

"I don't get it," He asked, frustrated and fed up with your snarky comments and side eyes. "Everyone else trusts me, why can't you?"

"You really have to ask?"

Katara could feel the tension and awkwardness of the impending argument hanging over everyone. This wasn't the time nor place to be having this conversation.

"I think now would be a good time for another healing session," she interjected, giving you a look that informed you she wasn't exactly asking. With a frustrated huff, you stood up and made your way to your tent, not even waiting for Katara to follow.

You plopped down onto your sleeping bag, sitting with your left side towards the opening.

Katara was there in a few minutes, holding a medium sized bowl of water in her hands. She gently set it down on the ground, taking a seat on your sleeping bag as well, facing your left side.

You tugged your left sleeve down so you could free it. With your shoulder now exposed, she carefully removed the bandages that covered your shoulder and the side of your neck, revealing the red and scarred skin hidden underneath.

"How does it look?" You asked, attempting to ignore the itchy feeling of the fresh air hitting your wound.

"It's healing, slowly" she answered as she conjured the water from the bowl and molded it with her hands. She purified the liquid, causing it it glow. Slowly, she lowered it until the cool water molded over your injured skin. You clenched your teeth and whimpered at the sudden sting the contact made, but then Katara started making circular motions with her hands, beginning the healing process. The stinging pain soon morphed into a comforting cold and relieving sensation.

Katara had done this for you and Aang multiple times since the gang escaped from that wretched crystal catacomb. As much progress as your skin had made in healing, you couldn't seem to wipe the painful memories of how you'd recieved such a wound from your mind. You could remember the events so vividly it was as if they'd happened yesterday.

You were stalling, Zuko and Azula knew that, yet they didn't seem to mind. If anything, Azula enjoyed watching you struggle to give your friends more time. You needed to stall them long enough for Aang to fully enter the avatar state, that's all.

"Come on, Zuko, you know what needs to be done!" Azula coaxed.

"No! You still have a chance Zuko, you can still make this right!" You could see the conflict rising in him as you and Azula tugged at his morals.

There was a moment, a single second where his emotions betrayed him, where you could see how badly he wanted to go with you and the gang. But it was gone just as fast as it came.

"I will kill the avatar and restore my honor, as well as my rightful place beside my father!" He launched into action, sending overpowering blows your way.

He kept you distracted and unable to help your friends long enough for Azula to strike down Aang. Your head snapped towards Katara's screams and you saw him laying there, completely unconscious.

You were distracted, and Zuko impulsively took advantage, sending a blast of orange and red flames towards you.

In all honesty, he expected you to dodge it, you always did without fail. But this time you were too distracted, too concerned with Aang, and he caught you completely off guard. You didn't even realize you were being attacked until the flames painfully scorched your skin.

You let out a horrifying scream as you crumbled to your knees, your shaky hand hovering over your left shoulder as you tried to control your instinct to grab it, knowing it would only hurt worse. You clenched your teeth together, biting back tears as you whipped your head around go see Zuko.

He looked shocked, remorseful even, but that didn't stop anger from edging its way into your glare.

You shuddered at the memory and tried to shake it from your head completely.

"You're all done," Katara said, maneuvering the water back into the bowl. A dull ache returned to your wound, but it felt significantly better than before.

"Thanks, Katara," you mumbled.

"Do you need help rewrapping the bandages?"

You shook your head, preferring to be alone and do the difficult task by yourself. Katara seemed to understand, because she didn't push the issue like she usually would. Instead, she left you with a few words.

"What you said was too far tonight, you should really apologize to Zuko, he is trying you know?"

She didn't wait for a response, not that you planned on giving much of one anyway, but soon you were alone, relishing in the peaceful silence.

But your silence didn't last long, just a few minutes after Katara left there was a whispering voice just outside your tent. It was unmistakable who'd come to visit you, and with great reluctance did you let him in.

"What do you want?" you asked, annoyance filling your voice. You refused to make eye contact with the boy, opting to stare at the mess of tangled bandages in your hands.

Your question was met with silence, that only seemed to worsen your mood. Really? He invades your tent just to ignore your one question? This guy was just unbelievable!

You could feel yourself loosing your temperature once again. "I said, what do you-" Your head snapped up at Zuko, ready to tell him off. But you froze when you saw his gaze, and how it held your figure. His jaw was slack, and his eyes swam as tears pooled at his lash-line. But his eyes never met yours. No, his focus was completely on the uncovered scar that graced your left side.

Your shoulder had taken most of the impact, just shy of being completely colored with a dull red scar. But the wound didn't stop there, covering a decent portion of your shoulder blade. The red marking also stretched up in a jagged stripe, narrowing to a point on the side of your neck, just barely marking your cheek.

You hated how you shuddered under his gaze, and had to look away. Your fingers moving faster as your tried to unravel the tangled bandage. You wanted to cover the burned area as soon as possible.

"I- I did that." It wasn't a question. He spoke purely in matter-of-fact statements, he knew exactly where you'd received your mark from.

"Yeah." You said sharply, picking up the bandage and moving to re-wrap the large wound.

"I . . . I am so sorry-"

"You've said."

Re-wrapping the affected area was proving to be more difficult than you'd thought, especially in your heightened state or frustration. Usually Katara did this part, and you were starting to regret sending her away.

"Please, let me help you," Zuko pleaded, reaching a shaky hand out to grasp at the bandage in your grip. You immediately flinched away from him, the sudden movement sending a sharp pain through your left side.

"Stay away from me!" You bit at him.

Zuko immediately pulled his hand back from you, as if he'd burned you unintentionally for a second time. "I'm sorry," he impulsively spilled out.

"Would you stop saying that? Stop apologizing, nothing is going to make me- ow!" Your own pain cut your sentence short, the sharp pain returning, sending another shock wave up your side at your frustrated movements.

"I'm so- just, please, let me help you and then I'll leave you alone, I promise."

You took a moment to think about the offer, and as much as you didn't want his help, the promise for him to leave is what enticed you to agree. So reluctantly, you handed him the bandages and positioned yourself closer to him, allowing Zuko to access your wound and wrap it with ease.

With slow movements, Zuko began wrapping the burned area. His touch was suprisingly gentle, even more so than Katara's, something you hadn't thought possible. But even with his feather-like touch, your skin still twitched as his fingers and the bandages made contact with the more sensitive areas. Zuko muttered out small apologies each time you flinched, despite your earlier message to stop that. Though the skin had begun the early stages of scarring, it was still sensitive.

"Uh, d-did I ever tell you how I got my scar?" Zuko asked suddenly, not even bothering to look up from his task. You knew what he was doing, he'd been doing things like that since he got here, trying to make small talk with you to cover up the awkward tension. You usually never entertained it, but for some reason tonight you felt intrigued by his question.

"No." You answered shortly, trying your best not to show your growing interest. You'd always been curious about the scar.

"My father gave it to me," he stated, oddly calmly. It was almost mindless the way he told the story as he continued to carefully wrap up your injury. Like the memory had become second nature to tell.

"Oh," you whispered out softly, your mind buzzing with a million different ways to respond to him, yet none of them felt right.

"I spoke out of turn during a meeting, over a general. They wanted to sacrifice an entire division of fire nation soldiers to gain the advantage. But I-," He swallowed thickly. ". . . I thought that was wrong so I spoke up."

You nodded ever so slightly, letting out a soft hum, showing that you were still listening and waiting for him to continue. At this point Zuko had finished wrapping the bandages around your burn, allowing you to turn your body to face him fully.

"My father was furious with my disrepect towards the general. He said that the dispute would need to be resolved with an agni kai, and I accepted. And when the day came I thought I'd be fighting the general I interrupted, but then my father walked out, my agni kai was to be against him."

With each word you felt your heart grow heavier and ache for the boy you swore you hated. You were beginning to question whether you genuinely hated him or if what you truly felt was left over betrayal and anger.

"How old were you?" You finally asked the question that had been bouncing around your head since he began the story.

"Thirteen, not long before I was banished."

You felt yourself boil with anger, but for once it wasn't directed towards the boy in front of you. No, you were furious with the Fire Lord. Who could do that to someone? To a child. Zuko must not have noticed the way your jaw clenched and your fists tightened into balls, because he continued the story as if he hadn't just made your heart drop into your stomach with his answer.

"I didn't want to fight my father, I couldn't. But he took my refusal as another sign of disrespect. I begged for his forgiveness, but he wouldn't hear it. He claimed that I would learn my lesson through suffering. He raised his hand just in front of my face and then he-"

His voice caught in his throat with a crack as he visibly grimaced from the sheer memory of the event. Instinctively, you reached out for his hand, placing yours over top of his much larger one. Now it was his turn to flinch at the sudden contact.

"Zuko, it's okay, you don't have to tell me this, I understand-"

"No! I do! I need you to understand that I never meant to hurt you! I need you to know that the last thing I wanted was for you to feel the same pain I did. After what my father did, I never wanted to inflict that on anyone. I knew that pain and yet I still hurt you . . . the one person who actually believed I could change!"

His hands flew into the air as his frustrated yells of regret were lost to the silent night. He then exasperatedly brought his arms back down and dropped his head into the palms of his hands. His body shook as he took in deep breaths, trying his best not to shed any tears. He was just so frustrated with himself.

"I thought you would dodge it," His muffled whimpers poured out. "You always dodged it."

It was then that you realized how cold you'd been to the boy. You were so caught up in your own hurt and anger, only concerned with making him feel as horrible as you had with your hurtful words. Not once had you considered that he was already kicking himself ten times harder for the pain he'd caused you. He really hadn't meant to hurt you.

And that's when you did something unexpected. In an impulsive attempt to comfort him, you threw your arms around his neck, pulling him in to a hug. His breath hitched, obviously shocked by the gesture, his body going stiff.

"I understand now, I forgive you, Zuko."

At those seven words he melted into your embrace, returning it as he wrapped his arms around your figure. His chin now rested on top of your good shoulder, as he was being extra cautious as to not press on your burns.

"And I'm sorry, for what I said about you and your uncle. He'd be proud of you."

His grip on you tighten, mumbling out a 'thank you,' in the process, finally feeling as though he could fully begin healing from all the wrong he'd done.

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myherowritings · 3 years

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PART 2. LOVE IS FAKE, MARRY A WEALTHY SUITOR

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 2.5k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. none in this chapter

A/N. thank u guys for all the positive feedback on this series so far and i really hope u enjoy this chapter too ! ^-^ xx sof

SERIES MASTERLIST

It seemed your subtle pleas to the gods to see the mysterious businessman again had been answered, since only the day after Shouto gave you a $100 tip, you saw him at the cafe.

You looked to the skies with a hint of suspicion. This seemed too easy— You were expecting at least a few weeks of your heart pining as you wondered where-oh-where your dreamy customer could have gone. But instead, after a mere 24 hours later, you saw him enter the store in a pair of pressed trousers and a light blue, button up shirt that was rolled just below his elbows.

Blinking, you drew your attention away from his exposed forearms. You knew he was attractive from your first encounter, but was he always this hot?

Sadly, you couldn’t focus too much on that since he had to get behind the line and obstruct himself from your view, and you had to take the order of the next customer.

“Hi! I can take the next person in line.” You smiled. “Good morning! What can I get started for you today?”

After repeating that five or so more times and starting a few drinks on hot bar, you finally reached Shouto’s place and, thankfully, there didn’t seem to be too many patrons piling behind him.

“Good morning, Shouto!” you greeted when he stepped forward to the counter. “How are you this morning?”

“Better now that I saw you.”

Your smile faltered as your cheeks heated up, but you tried to brush it off with a laugh. While Shouto had the definite looks of a so-called businessman playboy, his words held none of the flirtatious intonation as one might expect. In fact, he sounded like he genuinely meant it— Like he was only stating a simple fact and had no reason to be shameful.

It felt both like an attack on your heart and like a refreshing glass of water at the same time.

“How about you?” he continued.

“I could say the same thing,” you said with a chuckle, but you found yourself meaning everything you told him. Though you didn’t expect to see him again at the cafe so soon, you couldn’t deny the instant he walked through the doors, your morning felt just a little bit brighter. “Didn’t think I’d see you again so soon, but this is a pleasant surprise.”

Shouto had the decency to look a little bashful as he averted his gaze slightly. “Yeah. I…really liked the...cheese danishes.”

Surprised, a small giggle left your lips. “Don’t tell me you finished all three dozen of them!”

“Well…” He looked even more sheepish. “I didn’t exactly… I guess you could say that.”

“I’m glad you liked them so much you came back for more,” you teased, looking down at the pastries from the oven you just stocked. “Sadly, our fresh pastry today is a chocolate croissant. I can tell my manager to have cheese danishes made again soon though!”

He shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll try the chocolate croissants today then. Maybe five dozen this time.”

Five multiplied by twelve… A whole 60 chocolate croissants? Were they all for him? You shrugged, not one to judge. If someone wanted to eat 60 croissants, so be it. Though you did hope he wouldn’t eat it all in one sitting. That might give him a stomachache.

“Alrighty, five dozen chocolate croissants,” you repeated as you typed it into the register. “And would you like any beverages with that? Another flat white maybe?”

“Actually, I’ll have a large macchiato with two extra shots of espresso this time.”

You nodded with a hum. “Long day ahead?”

“Unfortunately.”

“I hope the coffee and croissants can carry you through, Shouto!” you said, wishing his day would go by smoothly. “Will that be all for you today?”

“Thank you, Y/N. I hope so too. And yes, that’s it.”

“Great. $73.24 is your total then! Will you be paying in card again?”

He nodded.

“Go ahead and scan and sign when you’re ready.”

You busied yourself by writing his name and order on a large cup and starting the espresso pulls. Your manager was helping get the pastries and other orders ready this morning, so it was nowhere near as hectic as yesterday.

“Your order will be to your right. It was nice seeing you again, Shouto.” You smiled, giving him a small wave and already wishing you could hold the line up to talk to him longer. “See you tomorrow morning?” you asked almost hesitantly.

He returned your smile with upturned lips of his own. “Yeah. Tomorrow.” Before he left the counter, he pulled out another $100 bill—did he go to a dry cleaners to have his cash steamed and ironed? It was almost ridiculously crisp—and handed it to you. “A tip to show my appreciation for your service.”

“A-Again?” you stammered, eyes wide. That was $200 in two days from just his tip alone. That was more than you made in two weeks when you worked part-time! “Are you sure?”

Whether he had money to spare or not, this was incredibly generous of him and you would never have expected this amount from anyone. And it wasn’t like Shouto made it a scene for everyone in the shop to look at and gawk; he was subtle yet unashamed. Like he wanted to do it for no other reason than to do it.

“Of course. You deserve it for your work, Y/N.”

The customer behind him made an impatient noise and you winced. You wanted to be able to thank him more, but all you had time for was a simple, “Thank you, I really appreciate it.”

Shouto nodded in response before walking to the other side of the cafe to wait for his order while you managed the other customers in line, a fuzzy but warm feeling lingering in your stomach from your bizarre interaction. Money or not, you enjoyed seeing him in the mornings and were already looking forward to your brief conversations that would take place the next days to come.

He certainly gave you something to look forward to amidst the inconsiderate customers who barely saw you as human every morning. Sometimes, that was all you could ask for.

When Shouto left the store and the line had died down towards the end of rush hour, your manager approached you with a curious look on her face.

“That guy named Shouto…?” Miyazaki said.

You nodded.

“A friend of yours?”

“You could say that… We just met yesterday’s morning shift,” you said as you finished up the green tea latte for one of the remaining stragglers from the last hour’s boom. “But he’s really friendly I think.”

“You only recently became associated?” she asked, lifting a brow. “It seemed like you two were quite chummy today.” Then, nudged your side. “He was rather attractive don’t you think? And rich-looking.”

Fumbling with the lid on the beverage, you stifled a surprised cough. Sure, you got along with your boss and thought she was one of the more understanding and kind individuals you have worked under, but gossiping about the looks and potential income of a customer with your 56-year-old manager was not on your bingo sheet as a worker here.

“I…” You called out the order for the latte before turning back to your manager. “He is.”

“Ooh, he’s rich?”

“I meant he’s attractive!” you sputtered, feeling abashed at her blunt words. You thought of the tip he gave you in your pocket and his orders of dozens of pastries. “Rich…maybe so. Not that it matters!”

Miyazaki tsked. “Of course it matters! Marry rich and your life will be easier. That’s what my mother told me and what her mother told her.” She shook her head. “Should’ve listened.”

You laughed, feeling only a little awkward. It wasn’t the first time you heard that sentiment from someone older than you. It wasn’t uncommon for family members or even workers you were close to to share that same advice—if you could even call it that.

While you agreed money could make a lot of things easier, marrying someone for wealth didn’t appeal to you. But you recognized that even that may come from a place of privilege to be able to say.

“He seems like a wealthy suitor for you, yes?”

“Suitor—?” you choked out. “No! I mean— We just met! We don’t know anything about each other really.”

She sighed, “Young people and their obsession with marrying someone they ‘know’ for true love. When do you really know someone anyway?” Waving a hand she changed the topic. “But enough of that. What I wanted to say was next time that man comes in here, we can offer him a complimentary box of a dozen pastries— Since he’s spent so much in so little it feels like the right thing to do.”

“Sure. A complimentary dozen.” Finally. Work. A topic you felt much more comfortable talking about. “That, I can do.”

“And then maybe offer a hand in marriage while you’re at it.”

“Mrs. Miyazaki!” you gasped, feeling only mildly affronted.

“I joke.” She ruffled her hair and smoothed down her apron. “I’m going to make more pastries now. Can you hold up the front?”

“You can count on me.”

“I know I can. Thanks for your hard work!”

And with that, she headed to the backroom where the kitchen was to leave you alone with your thoughts in a quiet cafe. Rush hour ended so there were only a few customers trickling in, most much kinder and more pleasant to talk to than the bustling businessmen of the earlier shift.

Throughout your small conversations with the patrons, you found yourself thinking back to two things— One, how interesting traditional values and teachings in collectivist cultures were and questioning where you fell into place with them, and two…wondering about Shouto.

Tomorrow, he had said before he left. You’d see him again tomorrow.

Oddly enough, you were looking forward to it more than you’d like to admit.

— ✩ —

It was the fifth day of the week, the fifth time he had seen you at the cafe, and he was already tempted to see you again. Would it be invasive to get another pastry after work? Would you even be there working at that hour?

Shouto saw you this morning (along with all the other mornings before that) and yet he couldn’t quell the pull he felt towards you with only the short interaction time you had together. But he would take what he could get without being weird.

He had been told in the past he could be too forward and dysregulate his feelings and scare people off, and that wasn’t something he wanted to risk with you, though he was certainly much better at it now with learning and practice. If he was reading things correctly, you at least seemed to enjoy seeing him during your shift.

“You got more pastries, sir?” an employee from the medical supplies sector asked him gleefully. “I swear they get better each time!”

Shouto nodded with a smile. “I’m glad you like it. I’ll be sure to relay your compliment.”

With the dozens of pastries he’s been ordering from your cafe (each order seeming to grow every time he visited after realizing just how much his employees enjoyed it), he would place them around the breakrooms and staff kitchens in the establishment. Those areas were always fully stocked with drinks and sandwiches and chocolates in case anyone needed a little boost, but nothing seemed to bring as much comfort as freshly baked pastries did. And a different baked good almost everyday seemed to give people more to get excited about.

He owed it all to your sales’ pitch and blinding smile that made him want to buy it. And your personality, of course.

His Personal Secretary had started to wonder why she no longer was tasked with his early morning coffee runs, and Shouto had to find a way to answer without saying it was because there was a barista he wanted to keep talking to.

Not even he was that shameless.

The first time, his PS had just called in sick and Shouto decided he might as well head to a cafe himself for the first time in a while. He worried he might have been rusty while ordering, but you did such a good job at being welcoming and guiding the transaction that he found himself actually enjoying it. (Enjoying you, maybe. But it was too soon to admit that.)

And now, after that initial meeting, he decided it was worth half an hour of his day to give his PS some early morning break time and visit the cafe himself.

It was worth it so much, in fact, that the next morning on a Saturday, despite most of his employees being given the weekend off, he still went to buy some coffee and pastries.

“Good morning!” an older lady called as he entered the front doors. Shouto had seen her assisting in shifts and baking pastries when you were busy working the cash register. “What can I get started for you today?”

He looked around the store—relatively quiet compared to the rush hour during the weekdays—and to his disappointment, saw no sight of you.

The current barista laughed, seeming to read his very thoughts. “Looking for someone? Y/N perhaps?”

His gaze shot up, feeling like a kid getting caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to by his guardian. Cautiously, he gave a small nod.

“‘Fraid they have the weekends off, actually,” the lady—her name tag read Miyazaki—said. “But don’t look so down, they’ll be back on Monday morning to greet you with a smile.”

He nodded again, feeling his face heat up. Was he that transparent or did Miyazaki just know too much? “Thank you, ma’am.”

She chuckled, waving him over. “No need to be so formal. Now, is there anything I can get for you? Or were you just visiting in hopes of asking our dear Y/N out?”

“No— I…” Shouto felt himself averting his gaze. “I’ll order something.”

At his apparent discomfort, her mischievous gaze softened. “Of course, hon. Sorry for teasing too much. I was just excited seeing how adorable you and Y/N were.” She cleared her throat. “I mean, that’s not my business. Anyway. What can I get started for you?”

He asked for a macchiato and a couple dozen of today’s pastries, paid, and tipped. (Though, it was initially met with a blatant rejection. He didn’t take it too hard; he knew some older members of society thought of tips as insulting and he’d never force anyone to take a tip if it made them feel bad. But after offering again, she thankfully accepted it.)

When he left the cafe, although the exchange was pleasant enough, Shouto still found himself disappointed he wasn’t able to see you.

At least he had something to look forward to next Monday morning, though part of him wished the day would somehow come sooner.

a/n: hope u enjoyed miyazaki’s words of wisdom u.u FHKDF i’m totally kidding, but if ur asian like me then u kNOW what convos like that are like omg ,, just had my mom and two grandmas tell me that recently :’/ kskskfd but anyway i hope u enjoyed this chapter and liked seeing a glimpse of shouto’s thoughts ;3 tysm for reading!

what to expect in the next part:

more shouto and y/n :>

maybe some ~flirting~ pfft idk idk u.u

some minor...misunderstandings

“hello, zuko here” vibes

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violettelueur · 3 years

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— FUSHIGURO MEGUMI + GOJO SATORU + NANAMI KENTO || THEIR S/O FAINTING AFTER A MISSION

↳ featuring : fushiguro megumi + gojo satoru + nanami kento from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : grammar issues and mention of blood

↳ form : headcanons

↳ published : 15 january

↳ pronouns : non specified in headcanon

↳ request : Hi hi!! How are you? I really hope you are doing okay! Can I request headcanons for Nanami, Gojo and Fushiguro pls? With a female s/o who is a skilled sorcerer? Something like, one day she just faints from exhaustion in the middle of a difficult battle, they catch her before she hits the ground and she is all beaten up and such? I just want this men to pamper me lol! Thank you, and pls have a nice day!!

↳ barista’s notes : let me admit, i didn’t see the ‘in the middle of a difficult battle’ when i read the request, so i do apologies for it ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ ALSO WHO IS EXCITED FOR JUJUTSU KAISEN TO COME BACK TODAY? AHHHHH FINALLYYYYYY ʕ♡˙ᴥ˙♡ʔ also i do apologies for the lack of updates yesterday since i was busy with my classes and was sorting out my university offers/studies since my government is making a whole mess on what is going on with my a-levels (i hate it here...) moving on from that, i hope you enjoy your cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and please come again soon ╲ʕ·ᴥ·　╲ʔ

When Fushiguro sees you beginning to fall, he is ready to rush towards you before you even touch the ground since he didn’t want you to get any more injuries - presumably to your head - than the ones you have already.

Fushiguro is somewhat surprised that you had fainted after killing the curse, but also not surprised at the same time.

He is surprised because you are a skilled sorcerer and whenever you came back - in whatever condition you were in - you always had a smile on your face even when you were tired.

However, he is not surprised because this fight you two had was extremely exhausting and difficult due to the cure being one of the special grades that were holding Sukuna’s finger.

Even though he is a person that hides his emotions quite well. However, when it is about you, his emotions are a bit more open and obvious.

So when you fainted, he is extremely worried and scared - this is very visible on his face - and begins to check if you are breathing first before checking up on your injuries.

At the beginning of your relationship, he would carry you on his back but after a while into the relationship, he would just instantaneously carry you bridal style.

Once he knows what state you are in - he would feel better if you are stable of course - he would rush back to whoever was transporting you both and firmly tell them to get you both back to Jujutsu Tech to see Ieiri.

During the whole car ride, he would just keep you near him and continuously check up on you - if you wake up during the journey, he would ask if you are okay and inform you how long you guys have left before you reach back to the school.

When you get back to Jujutsu Tech, he would just immediately carry you in his arms and rush to Iriei so you can get fixed up.

Once you are healed, Fushiguro will force you to rest no matter what because he is genuinely worried about you since this is one of the rare moments where you blackout during a mission and he’s worried that you might overwork yourself - he will stay beside your bed at your beckoning call. Ask him for a cup of water and he will rush to get you one.

I feel like he would scold you a bit like a parent telling off their child - but as I have said, he is just extremely worried.

But he will continuously ask if you are doing alright during the following days especially during training days since he doesn’t tell you to take it easy - hell, he will probably tell Kugisaki to go easy on you, much to your dismay.

Once Gojo sees you staggering, he knows what is going to happen is behind you the second you lose your footing.

To be honest, he doesn’t blame you for falling to exhaustion since you have been going to many missions back to back before this and this mission - which was the last one - had to be the most exhausting since the higher-ups had to send both of you on it.

Gojo will be angry at the higher-ups, but there is nothing he could do now since he had to concentrate on you right now and from what he could see, you were in a bad condition with your body plagued by bruises and cuts.

Depending on your injuries, if you are losing a lot of blood, Gojo will become extremely worried and it is very evident - heck, even a single cut gets his worried

Unlike Fushiguro, Gojo is comfortable with physical touch in a relationship and will instantly carry you bridal style since the beginning of the whole relationship.

Since you are unresponsive, Gojo will rush back to the school within a flash and make Iriei heal you immediately since he didn’t really check your injuries thoroughly since like I said, a single cut gets him anxious - he will probably tell her to hurry up to which annoys her quite a bit

However, if he has to take the car, he would keep you close to him by having you on his lap and will keep looking at you to see if you wake up or suddenly become worse

Once Ieiri has completed her healing session with you, Gojo will carry you back to your shared room and keeps an eye on you from time to time - if he has to go away on a mission, he would leave a piece of cake or a sweet on your bedside table and messages you a text.

Let’s just say when he has to meet the higher-ups, he will get extremely angry at them for sending you on too many missions and will probably threaten them with his chest - with C O N F I D A N C E.

When he gets back, he will hold you close and comfort you the best he can since he thinks you’ll feel guilty after what happened - but he will sweet talk you to make you feel better.

From what we all know, Nanami is a very observant person and once you both kill the curse, he would already be right by your side.

However, when he feels you hit his body, he instantly knows that you are exhausted but is somewhat surprised that you had fainted.

Even though Nanami is confident in your skills as a sorcerer, he can’t help but tell you to make sure you don’t over push it since he is anxious about you from time to time.

So when you faint, he gets worried - but unlike Fushiguro, he can easily maintain his emotions - but there are times where his emotions get the better of him (like when Nanami got extremely worried about Itadori in the last episode)

He will check your injuries with an intense stare and will come with a conclusion on how you are by his analysis - he will set a time on when you have to get back to Jujutsu Tech before you become in a critical state.

He will rush Ichiiji when you have fainted - poor man - and will pressure him to drive faster - he will look at his watch every second.

Nanami would lay you down on the back seat with your head on his lap, so he can see if you wake up before you and him get back to Jujutsu Tech.

When he gets back to Jujutsu Tech, he will bring you to Ieiri and he will be impatiently patient with her since he knows that she is capable of bringing you into your top condition for now.

Once you wake up, Nanami will scold you - worse than Fushiguro - and questions on you why you were pushing yourself when he told you not to.

He will also scold you for not listening to him since we all know that Nanami Kento is a very responsible person out of everyone in Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College.

He will check up on you to make you have eaten and hydrated yourself and if you haven’t...don’t be surprised when he will lecture you again.

Once his lecture is done, he will force you to rest and tell you not to pick up any more missions for the time being - he just doesn’t want to see you hurt and just has a different way of showing it compared to Gojo and Fushiguro.

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Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers 𝒳 (femme) Reader 🩸.

Summary: "Steve Rogers is madly in love with you and he'll do anything for you to see that--no matter who gets in his way."

Word Count: 4,765 (Sorry, this is a long one!)

TW‼: Non-Con, Smut, Stalking, Yandere Themes, Murder (Description of Side-Character Death), Blood, Description of Gore, and Strong Language. 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI‼

AN: This story contains adult and dark themes, please do not proceed if you are under the age of 18 or if ANY of these warnings upset you! I am not responsible for your media consumption–you and only you are. Also, I used one of the prompts from (@the-modern-typewriter) to describe a character's death, ALL CREDIT GOES TO THEM. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊.

AN Cont.: If you or anyone you know has been a victim of sexual violence, please reach out for help. I do not condone ANY of the actions described in this story, this is merely a work of FICTION.

The first love letter was delivered on a gloomy Friday afternoon. The clouds above the city were dark and full of frigid torrents of rainfall. Gold and scarlet autumn leaves whispered against the chilly winds as acorns scattered about; rolling and cracking underfoot as you made your everyday walk to work. You had chosen to stray from your usual route that day, deciding on a new corner coffee shop instead of your normal stop.

You remembered that day clearly, as if it had happened just yesterday. The new coffee shop was a small, hole in the wall with plastic vines of ivy and fairylights rimming the framework of the inside. You ordered rich and dark coffees, with creamy oat milk for you and your coworkers, and an apple pecan oatmeal cookie for yourself.

Your workday was seemingly the same as any other. Pam was gossiping with Susan, and Scott was hiding from Mark, your manager, in the breakroom. You remember you were seated at your cubicle when things turned, staring at the rain against the window, and tapping your pen against your notepad, when you were startled by the mail carrier. He handed you a single, pink envelope with a heart stamp on its flap and left with a mumbled “you’re welcome”. You frowned as there was no return address or other name besides yours. You had opened it anyway.

You remembered how your frown had deepened as your stomach dropped. The paper trembled in your hands as you stared at the small heart sketched at the bottom. You frantically looked around the office for any sign of a joke, hoping to see one of your coworkers giggling at your shocked reaction. But everyone had their noses deep into their screens, typing away at their work. You turned the letter over, looking for a name or a clue as to who had sent it. But it was blank.

And you remembered how you had crumpled up the letter and tossed it as you refocused and finished the rest of that workday.

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Weeks passed before you got another mysterious love letter delivered to your desk, a small bouquet of roses and baby’s-breath with it. And again, you crumpled it up and threw it away; leaving the flowers in the breakroom. You had made a mental note that day to talk to the mailman about the delivery of these letters.

For a time they stopped and you thought you were out of the woods or thought your secret admirer had lost interest at the very least. But you were wrong. Your third envelope had been waiting for you in your mailbox when you had gotten home from work one Monday evening. You didn’t bother opening it as you sent it straight to the garbage.

You were growing paranoid and antsy as you constantly looked over your shoulder. You’d freeze every time you came across an envelope, even if it was just your monthly rent notice or bank statement. You had refused to live like this, in a constant state of anxiety and fear, so, that’s how you found yourself moving into a new apartment across town.

You were met with months of peace, you were finally readjusting to life before the letters. You had even moved in with someone you had been seeing from your new job, Chris. He was perfect, someone straight from a romance novel; tall, dark, and handsome, with a taste for adventure and romance. You were happy with him--you were in love and had long since decided that if Chris were to ask you to marry him, you’d say yes in a heartbeat.

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Today was your anniversary with Chris, and the two of you had an entire evening planned. Dinner at your favorite restaurant, a surprise showing of your favorite movie at the corner cinema, and then home, where you’d give him his gift. A red lacy lingerie set with fuzzy handcuffs, and a silk blindfold to match.

Your heart skipped and your stomach alighted with butterflies as you touched up your makeup in the bathroom mirror. The evening had been absolutely perfect and it was about to get even better. You stepped out into the bedroom, dressed in nothing but red lace and a bathrobe. A spritz of perfume here and a mint there, and you were ready to go surprise your man.

You walked out into the living room and seductively leaned against the wall, watching as he poured two glasses of red wine. He turned and froze, swallowing hard as he abandoned the drinks on the kitchen counter. You smirked as he pulled you to him by your hips, instantly locking his lips to yours. He looked down at you through his eyelashes, his deep brown eyes darkened with lust, and you couldn’t help but bite your lip. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to your lips once more.

Your eyes closed and moaned as he peppered kisses along the curve of your neck, tilting your head back to give him better access. His hands roamed your body hotly, squeezing and caressing your dips and curves. Chris entangled his hands in your hair as he moved you to the counter, lifting you up as if you weighed nothing. He pushed your robe down your shoulders to reveal the red lace hidden underneath, and with a groan, he bent to trace the rosette lacework that covered your breasts with his tongue. You hummed and wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands running down his back to toy with the bottom hem.

Chris gently pushed you down to an angle as he kissed down your body, stopping just below your navel to wink up at you. You bit back a laugh as you wiggled your hips impatiently as you leaned back on your hands. With your fingers splayed against the wooden countertop, your touch met something smooth and waxy--like the waxy seal of an envelope. You reached behind you and grabbed a pink envelope, with a wax stamp of a heart on its flap. Your heart seemed to stop as you stared at the envelope in your hands.

You vaguely felt Chris’s lips on your inner thighs, kissing and nipping at your skin. When he heard no reaction from you, he looked up, his brows furrowed and eyes full of questions.

“What’s that?” he asked, “You wrote me a love letter, too?” he winked as he reached for it.

You jerked it away from his grasp, your heart hammering in your chest as you ripped open the flap; ripping the waxy heart in half.

P.S. You should really lock your windows, doll. You jumped off the counter and ran to the windows, each one was locked--except for one. You locked it and double-checked its strength, fighting against the lock as you tried to open it.

“Babe? (Y/N),” Chris said sternly, snapping you out of your trance.

You looked at him now. You didn’t know what to say, you couldn’t think of how to form the words. You wanted to say everything was fine and okay, but it wasn’t--it was far from it. Whoever had been writing and sending you these knew where you lived now, and that scared you. After months of trying so hard to move on from this, you felt as if you were right back at square one again.

The rest of the night was unclear to you. You moved like a zombie, your brain on autopilot as you crawled into bed to hide under the covers until the morning sun rose. Chris asked questions, of course. But you had no answers for him. You had no idea who had been writing them and had absolutely no clue how they had found you again.

Chris had suggested going to the police, but what could they do? No one had physically harassed you, and although creepy, the letters weren’t threatening. And not to mention, you had thrown away most of your evidence. You were at a loss. Chris was supportive, always there to comfort you during the night when you were restless, but that never kept you from feeling alone.

Your paranoia increased tenfold by the end of that week. You changed your daily routine every few days, hoping that’d throw your stalker off your trail, but it never did. They always seemed ten steps ahead of you, whereas you struggled to even think to keep up with them. Your breaking point was reached on Sunday evening as you met with one of your old friends from high school for breakfast-dinner--an old tradition you two had decided to revive for the night.

Things were going good, and you even dared to forget about your own issues as you cut into your syrup-soaked pancakes. Madison was telling you about her newest fling and how good he was in the sack, and you genuinely found yourself happy to listen to the vulgar details. After painting you a vivid picture of her sex life, Madison excused herself to the restroom; leaving you alone with your pancakes and empty cup of iced coffee.

You saw a head of electric blue hair and you perked up. Your waitress came with a smile and handed you a paper cup of steaming coffee and a single napkin.

“Oh, I didn’t order this,” you said with a polite smile.

“A gentleman ordered this for you,” she winked before walking away.

You frowned as you looked at the writing on the napkin. Refusing to even acknowledge the cup of coffee in front of you.

Your mouth went dry as you stared at the familiar handwriting. Brown dress, he knew what you were wearing--he was here. You shot to your feet, the chair scraping loudly against the floor, as you looked around frantically, ignoring all of the judgemental looks and hushed whispers you were getting.

“You okay, (Y/N)?” asked Madison, her brows knitted in concern.

“Yeah,” you lied, “I just… I’m sorry, but I have to go. I’ll call you later, Mads.”

You dug through your wallet and gave a twenty to your waitress on your way out, only stopping to yell over your shoulder for her to keep the change. You practically ran home from the restaurant as your anxiety started to settle in your bones, making you heavy with unease. You called Chris, but were only met with his voicemail. The elevator ride up to your floor was tortuous as you watched the floor numbers slowly light up one by one until finally, they stopped at your floor. You panted as you slammed the door shut behind you, sliding the lock and chain in place as you dropped your head to rest against the wooden frame.

You sniffled as the words from his letter were seared into your eyelids. You just wanted him to leave you alone, you didn’t know what you did to catch his eye, and worst of all, you didn’t know how to make it stop. You choked on your hiccupped breaths as tears streaked down your cheeks. When you finally calmed down you switched on the lights and finally turned around…

You stared at Chris in horror. Blood drenched the entire living room, his corpse sat limp in a chair like a broken, bloody doll. His throat and wrists had been slashed. You tried to hold your hand over the open wounds as you screamed for help, but no matter the pressure you applied, the blood still gushed and seeped through your fingers, oozing down your arm, and dripping from your elbow. The gore of it all brought waves of nausea that went beyond physical retching, the sickness you felt was indescribable. But the smell, the smell was something much worse. Metallic, iron, copper… Your ears started to ring. You couldn’t hear, couldn’t breathe. You could only stare at the bloodstain on your hands and scream.

You left that following weekend, abandoning the big city to move back in with your parents and younger sister. You spent most of your days locked in your room, hiding from the world under the comfort of your blanket and drawn curtains. Days turned to weeks, and weeks to months. You’d look at yourself in the mirror and cry as you no longer recognized yourself as the woman you once were. You knew it was time to move on, but you couldn’t, not when you’d see Chris’s bloodied body every time you’d close your eyes.

You started small by taking baby steps toward your recovery. It started with family meals, then a cashier job at your local supermarket, shopping trips with your mother and sister. Then you eventually graduated to therapy, where you’d stare at a forest green ceiling as you reclined on the chaise longue. Therapy helped and it was admittedly one of the better moments of your monotonous days, you felt heard, seen, as you walked through your own thoughts and nightmares. Your appointments even inspired you to reach out to Chris’s parents for closure, to go with them to visit their son’s grave. It was bittersweet, leaving behind a bouquet of roses for the man you had loved so deeply instead of a kiss goodbye; but it was something you knew you’d have to come to terms with. It wasn’t your fault, that was the mantra you’d tell yourself when you’d catch glimpses of his blood on your hands.

Before you knew it a year had passed since the incident, and in that year, you had not received one letter. You had made a resolution for the first time that New Year’s Eve as you waited for the midnight ball to drop. You told yourself you’d forget, to start fresh, and become an even better version of yourself. You were a flower that was fighting against all odds to blossom.

You cut your hair, got bangs and highlights. Saved up for a brand new, off-the-lot car. And moved into a cozy apartment with your sister. Things were looking up for you and you truly believed that you had finally found your way out of the woods. But life had a habit of playing cruel tricks on those who were naive enough to believe such a thing.

It was mid-February, just a few days before Valentine’s Day, when things started to go to shit. You had just come back from the gym with your sister when you saw it. A pink envelope with no return address or any other name besides yours, with a wax seal in the shape of a heart on the back flap, sat on your pillow. It felt like it weighed a thousand pounds as you held it in your hands. You debated on throwing it away, on pretending you never received it. But you wanted to know what more this twisted bastard could have to say. You ripped it open and read.

You didn’t hesitate as you ripped the letter to shreds, throwing the pieces into the garbage with an angry grunt. Delusional piece of deranged shit, you thought. You raked through your brain for the millionth time since your first letter, trying to figure out who the fuck could possibly be the sender, but you came to the same conclusion you had been coming to for years--nothing. It was agonizing, not knowing who your torturer was. It was your shadow, how could you not know who was living in it? But, no matter how hard you thought, you kept drawing blank after blank.

Your sister comforted you with a glass of wine and dumplings from the takeout place up the street. She was going out tonight, but offered to stay home with you instead.

“No,” you shooed, “I’ll be fine, I’m a big girl.”

“You sure?” she frowned, “It’s no big deal, Girls Night is every Friday night, I can always go next week.”

“I’m fine. Go and have fun for the both of us,” you said as you waved her away.

She left a few minutes later, dressed in heels and a short skirt. You ate the rest of the dumplings and finished the bottle of wine before calling it a night. You undressed down to your underwear and threw on an oversized t-shirt and plopped down onto the bed with an unceremonious bounce. The wine coursing through your system made it easier than usual to fall asleep, and the next thing you knew, you were in a deep sleep, dreaming of a life with Chris--of a life without the letters. It was one of those good dreams you wished you’d never wake from.

Which was why you were so annoyed when a loud noise startled you awake. You looked at your phone and the time read “1:00 AM”, you frowned, it was too early for your sister to be back already. You padded along the hallway, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you called out for her, worried she might’ve passed out drunk on the floor or something. You stopped as you reached the front room--the very empty front room. Your heart started to pound as you stood frozen, staring at the empty room before you. A shuffling from behind caught your attention, then. And against your better instincts, you turned around slowly to see a shadowed silhouette of a man standing at the end of the hallway.

You stood there for what felt like an eternity, just staring dumbstruck at the man. With every step he took toward you, you took one back. Inching closer and closer to the front door with every backward step.

“Doll, don’t,” he warned, his voice striking you with fear like a bolt of lightning.

Without a second thought, you ran toward the door, fumbling stupidly with the locks in your panicked state of mind. The man was on you in a flash, easily dragging you away from your pathetic attempt at escape. His arms slithered around you like snakes, their hold constricting as he locked an arm firmly around your neck, silencing your screams as you struggled to breathe. You slapped and clawed at his forearm as he pulled you back to your bedroom.

“Please be a good girl for me, (Y/N). I don’t want to hurt you, baby,” he said against your hair.

With his arm still wrapped around your neck, he threw you down onto the bed, quickly straddling you before you could scramble to your feet. He pinned your arms above your head with one hand and forced you to look at him with the other. His face was illuminated by the moonlight. The silver shine highlighting his familiar eyes through the holes of his helmet. You froze as he pulled off his blue cowl.

You were beyond confused, to say the least. You stared up at Captain America, your brain working overtime to try and put the puzzle pieces together. What was Captain America doing in your apartment? And why had he called you “baby”? What the fuck was going on? Were you lucid dreaming? You must’ve looked as confused as you felt because he smiled down at you, gently promising you answers to the questions that you hadn’t yet asked.

“You’re even more beautiful up-close, doll,” he said as he brushed away hairs that fell in your face from your struggle.

Your eyes widened. Doll. The nickname sent chills down your spine as the word flashed against the pink color of the envelopes, against the red of spilled blood.

“You…”

He ran a finger down your cheek and nodded, “Me.”

You paled under him, your bottom lip trembling as you shook your head in disbelief. He frowned and hushed you, caressing your cheek and wiping away the tears that fell.

“Shh… Don’t cry, baby,” he cooed, “I’ll take good care of you, you don’t need to cry.”

“W–Why?” you hiccupped through your sobs, “Why are you doing this?”

“Because I love you, (Y/N),” your stomach dropped as he answered you as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You shook your head, “No. No! You’re Captain America. You’re supposed to be a hero!”

You fought against his grip, flailing and kicking wildly as you tried in vain to get away from him. You trashed against him, kicking against his thighs with all of your strength, but it was nothing to him--nothing but an annoying inconvenience.

“Stop,” he said, his jaw ticking with simmering anger.

But you refused to stop. You whined and fought against him.

“Stop,” he repeated, his anger coming to a rolling boil.

You shot up and headbutted him. He reeled back and glowered down at you, his jaw clenched and nostrils flared.

“I said stop,” he shouted as he finally stilled you with a sharp slap.

The sound was as sharp as the feel of it. You sobbed as the pain stung your skin, the right side of your face becoming numb from the harsh impact of it.

“Why are you doing this, Steve?” you asked again.

“Because I love you,” he answered again, “I know you love me, too, (Y/N).”

“No,” you exclaimed, “I don’t love you! I don’t love you! I don’t love you!” you sobbed.

“You will,” Something seemed to change within his eyes. No longer were there hints of green in his blue eyes, but something much darker… Something more sinister. You swallowed as you shrunk under his intense glare.

You exclaimed as he forced his lips against yours. Squeezing your jaw until he could slip his tongue into your mouth. You pushed against him, beating on his shoulders as he shoved his tongue further down your throat. He pulled away, breathless and flushed, a ghost of a content smile on his face. You gasped and tried to wiggle away once more, rolling onto your stomach as you did so. A yelp escapes you as you feel him grab your hips, pulling you back under him.

Steve puts his weight on you, trapping you underneath him as he begins to undress you. You try to roll onto your back, but his knee keeps you in place. You fight to keep your shirt on, knowing you wore nothing but your panties underneath it. But you were fighting blind. You kicked up, the heels of your feet hitting the backs of Steve’s strong thighs. He manhandles you easily as he rolls you onto your back, finally ridding you of your cotton shield.

Your hands went to your chest before he could. He pried your arms away, baring your breasts to him with a jerked jiggle. He licked his lips as he cupped and squeezed your breast. You flinched as if his touch had burned you, and in some sense, it had. Your eyes widened in shame as Steve blew on your nipples, the skin hardening into pointed peaks. He brings his lips to them, circling them with his tongue. Sucking, licking, pinching. You press your lips together to keep you from whimpering, and you close your eyes in hopes you can will him away. But your feeble defense attempts don’t last long.

Your eyes snap open as you feel his lips leave your breasts to trail kisses down to your navel, stopping at the band of your underwear.

“Please…” you beg. You bite your lip to keep it from trembling as fresh tears begin to form at the corners of your eyes.

Steve smiles against your skin, “I’m going to make you mine, (Y/N). ‘M gonna make you feel so good, doll.”

You stifle a sob as you feel him slide your panties off past your ankles, his fingers scorching your skin as they explore back up between your thighs. Instinctively, you try to close your legs around his hands. But he doesn’t stop. Steve digs his fingers into the soft skin of your inner thighs as he forcefully spreads you wide. Your pussy on full display to him. You stiffen under his gaze, your face burning with shame as he stares in awe at your spread folds. He runs a finger from your clit to your entrance, dipping knuckle-deep into your channel. Your thighs flex as your body tenses at the intrusion. He adds another and languidly pumps them in and out, curling and scissoring them. You fight against the blossoming heat within your belly. Your shame grows as you hear the squelch of your wetness around his pumping fingers.

Steve presses a firm thumb to your clit and you cry out before you can stop yourself. He pumps his fingers into you harder, faster, as he pulls more moans and cries from your lips. You sob as you feel that coil deep within your belly begin to unravel with every stroke and pump. You fight against your own body as you keep yourself from teetering over the edge of pleasure, refusing to let yourself submit to him. But Steve had other plans for you. Suddenly, before you could register his movements, you felt his tongue against your most intimate area. You mewled and curled your toes as he fucked you with his tongue, his thumb never stopping their firm and fast circles against your clit. You sobbed as your body convulsed with white-hot pleasure, and before you could stop yourself, you came on his tongue with a loud, dragged out moan.

You sniffled as you cried, but whether it was from the intensity of your orgasm or your shame and fear, you didn’t know. The lines were starting to blur for you.

Steve gently kissed around your folds before crawling up over you. He held your face and forced your lips to his once more before he began to undress, leaving the taste of yourself on your tongue as he pulled away with a wet smack. He unclothed himself, then. Stripping himself of his spangled-stars and red and white stripes. He looked down at you with dark, lust-filled eyes, and a breathless quirk of his lips.

You were limp as he folded you to his needs. Bringing your bent and spread knees to your chest as he took himself in his hands. His length stood tall and proud, the tip swollen and leaking down this thick shaft with anticipation. Your legs flinched as they tried to close on their own. You choked on a sob as he wrenched them apart. Your heart hammered in your chest as you watched him tap your pussy with his cock, running the tip up and down your folds as he wet himself with your soaking arousal until finally, he pressed himself into your entrance. You let out a strained whine as he slammed into you.

Steve’s eyes were shut and mouth slightly agape as he hisses at your tightness. His hips thrust in excitement as you clench around him. You whimper again as he slides out, just to slam himself back in. Your body jolts with every lust-driven thrust. He slides his hands under you and brings them to hold onto your shoulders, bringing you down to meet his every forceful thrust. The sound of skin slapping and lewd moans fill your bedroom, your sweat sheen bodies glowing under the moonlight. Steve speeds up, mercilessly hammering that hidden sweet spot that makes you scream and clench around his cock. You spasm and shake as Steve forces another orgasm from you.

“Tell me you love me,” he pants.

You shake your head, pushing on his shoulders as the realization of your situation comes crashing back into you.

His hand wraps around your throat as he pounds into you harder than before, “Say it, (Y/N).”

You scratch at his hand as your vision begins to dot and blacken, “I–I love you…”

“Louder,” he demands, “‘I love you, Steve’, say it, doll, I wanna hear you say it.” he moans.

“I love you, Steve,” you choke out.

He releases his grip on you then, and you cough and gasp for air. His rhythm becomes erratic as his hips drive into you with renewed vigor, “Again.”

“I love you, Steve,” you moan.

His body jerks as his hips stutter to a stop. Steve comes with your name on his lips, and you whined as you felt his warmth flood inside of you. He panted above you, his hips languidly thrusting as his abdomen clenched with his drawn out release. He pulled out of you and collected the spunk that leaked from your weeping cunt on his fingers. He brought them to your lips and forced you to suck them clean.

“I love you, too, doll. Forever and ever,”

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