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✦ INVISIBLE STRING THEORY →【ELLIE WILLIAMS】→ CHAPTER THREE

pairings: modern!marine ellie x reader

summary: the marines didn’t ruin ellie. ellie ruined ellie. after being medically discharged she feels lost. being sent to live with joel is more of a last ditch effort to save her and less of a fun reunion for the father-daughter duo. jackson is worlds different than chicago, but the fresh air and sprawling countrysides are a welcome reprieve. ellie finds herself finding comfort in more than just the change in scenery though. after losing your girlfriend due to an accident you feel as though you’ll never find love again- but that was before meeting ellie williams. the two of you figure out that you have more in common than just the fact that she and your girlfriend were both marines though. tethered by some invisible string, the two of you meeting has to be fate. who would have known that you were the golden ticket to ellie’s recovery?

warnings: eventual smut! lots of tension building and mutual pining. ellie falls first and hard. small town girl meets a frightening, strong ex marine. TW: talk of panic attacks, ptsd episodes and death. come for the ellie smut and stay for the plot and fluff. (A/N: here we are, the meat and potatoes. the fic is really kicking off. . . and they're already flirting?! ellie is so touch and affection starved that she nearly jumps out of her own skin every time you even look at her.)

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In that halfway space between waking and sleep it was hard to discern what was real and what wasn’t. Your bed felt warm, sheets still tangled around your arms and legs. The weight of your blanket on your chest could easily be confused with another’s body, and so you felt yourself smile. Warm, happy, safe-

Abby was behind you, her limbs expertly twisted around yours like she’d done it a thousand times before. . . and she had.

Slowly you opened your eyes, staring blankly ahead of you into your pitch black bathroom. You recognized the fresh scent of your shampoo, and felt the way your hair still clung to your hot cheeks- wet from your shower the night before. It was like you were suspended in a memory, everything all soft and fuzzy around you. The dots weren’t perfectly connecting, and still you were happy. For a second you just laid there, unable to look down at the hand you could feel so vividly at your waist. Would you see Abby’s knuckles when you looked down? Would you see the rubber promise ring she had insisted on wearing? Everything always had to be even and fair with her.

This morning felt familiar. Like you’d lived it before. Your breath left you in a rush when the bed creaked behind you.

“Abby,” God, she was back. She was back and she was right behind you. “Baby?”

There was a soft groan and then the arm tightened, bringing you into a warm chest. Her bicep squeezed your arm tightly against her shoulder, and all at once you were tucked in so tight. Confusion tugged at your features, and you mulled over exactly why you were clinging to her arm so tightly.

“What’s wrong?” She whispered against your hair, her voice still thick with sleep. Still, her fingers stroked at your bare stomach.

“I had a nightmare,” You mumbled, trying to recall exactly what had plagued you just seconds ago. You can’t remember now that you’re safe here. . . safe with Abby again. “You were gone and I was all alone.”

Those moments came back to you in flashes. The ache, the constant pain of losing her, the “learning to live without her” that crushed you entirely. You turned around in her grasp, nuzzling your nose into the crook of her neck. You took deep inhales, trying to still your rising panic. You could feel the steady beating of her heart against your cheek, the warmth of her bare breasts against your collar bones.

“I was gone?” She raised a hand, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, a few golden strands falling onto her forehead as she moved her head against the pillow beneath her. “You can tell me about it if you want.” She offered supportively, petting your back in slow circles.

You don’t know why. . . but you missed those circles. It felt like you’d been without them for weeks. Months.

“I-I got a phone call. . . and they told me that you’d died,” Your bottom lip quivered, your eyes filling with tears. You couldn’t help but laugh pathetically at your unnecessary hysterics. Abby was right here. Everything was okay. “It felt like the longest nightmare I’ve ever had. It was horrible.”

“You did so good though.” She whispered, her hands still stroking.

Your muscles tensed, and slowly you moved your hand up her side, fingers brushing against her skin. You pressed a soft kiss against the underside of her breast, a tear breaking free past your lower lashes. This moment suddenly felt fleeting.

“I did?” You questioned, pulling away to look at her.

She was so beautiful. Like an angel had fallen from heaven and landed right in your bed. The sun was just beginning to rise, setting the line of trees just outside of your window ablaze. She was diaphanous and golden laying there beneath you. You were so lucky. You could barely breathe when she looked up at you like that, her eyes so thick with pride and love.

“You did, baby girl. You stayed so strong.” She cracked a small smile, but it looked pained. Like she was also realizing that the two of you couldn’t exist here forever. “I need you to keep it up though, alright?” You couldn’t feel her hand on your back anymore, nor the softness of the sheets.

“Please,” You sobbed out, reaching out to cup her cheek. She didn’t feel like anything. Like your hand was molded around a pocket of open space. Nothingness. She was about the size of the palm of your hand now, her urn sitting on the mantle in your living room. “Please don’t leave me again.”

Her blue eyes stared up at you, proud and unwavering in their convictions, as they always were. . . always had been. “I’m never far. Pinky.” Promise.

And then you were in your bed again, the alarm on your phone blaring.

“Abby?” You mumbled, and you didn’t have to turn over to realize you were alone.

Ellie was good at putting pressure on herself. It had always been a form of motivation, as cruel as it seemed. She couldn’t let today be awful. No episodes or meltdowns and no long bouts of silence. You were pretty and it really seemed like you could use a friend.

Ellie could use a friend too.

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d shown interest in a girl. She’d always been career driven with a one track mind. She was good at overworking herself and running herself dry. She hoped that you’d be able to use that to your benefit today. Ellie wanted to lose herself in something. . . in someone. She wanted to be useful for the first time in what felt like a long, long while.

So she woke up at the butt crack of dawn and took a shower. She kept her eyes shut tight as she washed herself and didn’t even bother to towel dry her hair before she was pulling on an outfit. Thick droplets of water stained the shoulders of her jean button up as she tied up the laces on her boots. She focused on one shoe at a time, her mind preoccupied with thoughts of you. Every once and a while her brain would wander, hellbent on self destruction, but with a small groan she’d remember the sadness in your eyes.

She’d remember who she was before the accident.

She moved down the stairs as quietly as she could, praying that Joel’s dog wouldn’t start barking once he realized that his new best friend was leaving the house. The keys to her old car were on the rack beside the front door, right next to Joel’s flashy new pair. He’d told Ellie over dinner that he’d been maintaining the beat up old Jeep the best that he could, meaning she at least had a little bit of freedom while she was back home.

She locked the door behind her, the cool morning breeze stinging against her wet ears as she gracelessly stumbled down the stairs, juggling the bulky set of keys in her hand. A huge metal spaceship that Joel had stuffed into her Christmas stocking senior year, a neon green carabiner she’d bought at one of the gas stations closest to her school, and a few other childish charms that she couldn’t place any meaning behind swung from the nearly ancient keychain. Her sense of self expression and style back in those days was tacky to say the least, but she appreciated child-Ellie nonetheless.

“You poor child.” She teased under her breath, climbing into the driver's seat and shoving the key into the ignition. She sucked in a breath and held it before cranking it up.

To her surprise, the clunker started right up, though the engine shook the steering wheel a little when she put the thing in reverse down the driveway. She hadn’t driven a car since that night at the gas station. It felt a little weird to be behind the wheel, but even stranger to be back here. Jackson was a beautiful place. . . but it didn’t feel the same way that it had before. She wasn’t sure if it was because of her age or the changes that were happening inside of her. The streets still looked the same, aside from some very minor changes to neighbor's houses. She barely paid any attention to her surroundings when Joel had driven her through town yesterday, and she was a bit scared to see the differences. She didn’t want to dwell on those thoughts or do any soul searching, so she reached out for the radio, pressing play on whatever CD had been shoved into it last.

Depeche mode began to blast over the speakers, and she let out a small sigh of relief. At least her music taste wasn’t horrible in high school.

But it was no wonder she didn’t have a girlfriend. Ellie wouldn’t have dated little Ellie either, that was for sure.

She felt a bit crazy to be driving in the opposite direction of town. Back when she lived here, town was the only place she was headed when she was allowed out of the house. It was no wonder why the two of you had never really crossed paths. She used to complain about how far off in the “middle of nowhere” Joel lived, but your farm had his ranch beat by fifteen minutes. The houses got fewer and farther in between, and despite how much Ellie truly did enjoy the city, she couldn’t deny how beautiful the countryside was. The sprawling fields, grazing animals, and splattering of wild flowers had her rolling down the windows of her car, ignoring the chill so that she could get a better look of her surroundings.

Even the air quality was better in Jackson.

She’d been down this road a few times in her life, having been in the backseat of Joel’s car every single time. She recognized your home from her memories, but your last name didn’t mean much to her back then. She slowed her car down to a crawl, staring at the large sign that sported your family name proudly.

Ellie would be proud of the farm too if it were hers. She bumped down the drive five minutes earlier than you had told her to show up, staring with wide eyes at your house. It was two stories with a balcony- white with green shutters. The wrap around porch was screened in, protecting you and any guests you might have over from bugs that thrive in the summertime heat.

Your stretch of land belonged on a painting, and for a second she worried if maybe she wasn’t the right friend for you. This house was too nice and Ellie. . . Ellie wasn’t very nice at all. She'd only talked to you for five minutes yesterday, but she got the feeling that you were a "good girl". You were wholesome, which wasn't how anyone in Ellie's life would choose to describe her. She slowly made her way up your front steps, and for a second she wondered if she should leave. It would probably be better if she did. Ellie could always just lie and tell Joel that she couldn’t find your house. . . he’d probably drop it after insulting her about her bad sense of direction.

Ellie couldn’t afford to get a crush on anyone right now either. It was horrible timing, and what would be worse is if you actually ever returned those feelings. How was she supposed to explain to you that she wouldn’t ever make a good partner? She couldn’t protect you from anything, not when any loud sounds or bright lights had her falling to her knees. She was careerless, depressed to the point where she had completely lost who she was, had a drinking problem, and was quite certain that she’d combust the second you’d touch her. She was touch and attention starved, but hadn’t remembered that she was even able to desire someone until she’d seen you yesterday-

You’d be dodging a bullet if she hightailed it right off of your property. So she turned on her heel and stared at her boots as she began walking back down your stairs. Her feet kicked up dirt as she made her way back to her jeep, hand already reaching into her pocket for her keys-

“Did I not hear you knocking on the door?” A feminine voice called out to her.

She sucked in a breath so hard that she let out a loud cough, eyes widening as she turned around to face the porch. You were wearing a pair of dirt stained jeans today, though your hair was fastened back with a white bow. Ellie, despite her previous need to protect you from herself, couldn’t fight off the urge to get closer. There was something different about you today. You were a bit manic, your hands already busying themselves with straightening out a few of the potted plants on your porch. You seemed a bit anxious, but you didn’t comment on it so neither did Ellie. Any boundaries you had yesterday with her were gone. You flashed her a wide smile, sauntering up the drive so that you could wrap her up in a tight hug.

Your arms were shaking as they weaved around her neck, pulling her in close. She froze, limbs locking up in surprise as she tried to fully grasp what was going on. You were treating her like an old friend, someone you were excited to see. Ellie didn’t know why you’d be so happy to see her. . . but then again, she was happy to see you. She remembered what Joel had said last night.

Maybe you were sick and tired of being alone.

Your bare arms were cold too- freezing as her fingers accidentally brushed the backs of them. Ellie realized that she had gotten here just in time. If anything, she cursed herself for not showing up twenty minutes earlier, if only to save you from whatever had you this shaken up.

“I probably knocked too quietly. Should have knocked louder, huh?” She mumbled, biting the inside of her cheek as she gave you a gentle squeeze.

She wasn’t used to holding someone like this that wasn’t Dina or Jesse. You felt nice in her arms. Your muscles weren’t hard or rigid like hers, you were all soft and rounded edges. Gentle curves and arms ready and willing to embrace her. Flushed cheeks and silk bows. You smelled wonderful too- sweet and floral, like Jasmine mixed with honey. She didn’t want to let you go, and you didn’t seem ready to end the hug either.

You were still quivering.

“Yeah, you should have.” You agreed, giving Ellie one last squeeze before taking a few unsteady steps back.

You hadn’t been completely sure whether or not she would show up today. Waking up this early was a lot to ask of anyone, let alone someone you had just met yesterday. Still, a part of you had hoped that she would be here. On days that were this bad you found it impossible to work, no matter how busy it kept you. You often spent “mental health days” laid out by Abby’s grave or buried six feet under pillows and blankets in what used to be your shared bed.

Ellie’s presence changed things.

So you squared off your shoulders and cracked her a wide smile, praying that it looked genuine and not forced.

“Let’s hop in my truck and I’ll take you on a little tour of the property before we get started.” You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth as you watched the woman take a few steps closer to you.

Ellie looked like she wanted to say something but was holding herself back. You weren’t sure whether or not you would be able to handle her prying or the pity that would follow.

Your fingers twitched at your sides, wishing so deeply that you hadn’t woken up at all this morning. Ellie was beautiful- gorgeous even. You would have been head over heels if you had met her years ago, before. . . well, before Abby happened. Still, her beauty wasn't enough to completely distract you from your grief. A part of you felt guilty for even finding her attractive as you slid into the front seat of the truck.

Maybe that was why you’d had such a strange dream last night. Or maybe. . . maybe it wasn’t a dream at all. Maybe it really was Abby trying to tell you that it was okay to move on. That was confusing to even think about, and it made you count the months since her death on both of your hands, trying to gauge if enough time really had passed. You didn’t want to be alone anymore, but the thought of being in love with anyone seemed like an impossibility. Everything was broken. How could you ever love anyone the same way that you loved Abby? You’d just be doing that other person a disservice.

That’s right, you were cursed.

You could feel Ellie’s gaze on the side of your face as you made your way down the dirt road, up towards the hen houses. You blinked a few times, the apples of your cheeks heating up in embarrassment. Slowly you met her gaze, lips twitching up in a small smile as she quickly looked away from you, nervous over having been caught.

“My dad built ten large coops, so this whole fenced-in area right here is where the chickens graze.” You stopped the car and put it in park, keeping the old thing running like you usually did during your quick morning chores. Sometimes the poor truck had a hard time starting back up, and you’d probably burst into tears if your newfound friend had to walk a half mile back to the house with you.

“Do you guys have any problems with foxes?” She asked, keeping up with your fast pace as you unlatched the front of the fence for the both of you.

Your nose wrinkled in disgust, and you were quick to throw your arms up exasperatedly.

“Oh god, do we! I had to get someone out here to change out the fence just six months ago because one of those little fuckers had somehow managed to dig it’s way into their area. Killed seven of my poor girls.” You remembered how angry you were when you’d pulled up to the coops that morning. Burying seven dead hens wasn’t a pleasant experience for you, but it wasn’t something that was new. Still, you hated knowing that they’d suffered in their final moments.

“Jesus, I’m sorry.” Ellie looked around the area, finding it impossible not to notice how well kept everything was. The coops were freshly painted, the grass was gorgeous and plush- bright green under her feet. Truly, your farm was an oasis. She’d never seen anything quite like it before, and you'd barely even started the tour.

“Can I hold one?” She asked meekly, smiling up at you shyly as you turned to look at her. You didn’t exactly take her as the type of girl that would want to hold a chicken, but you were happy to oblige her.

“One of my mamas just hatched a few chicks. Would you want to hold-”

“Yes.” She quickly added, jogging off in the direction that you were pointing, eager to hold anything tiny and fluffy that you had to offer.

You were shocked at the laugh that bubbled its way out of your chest. A genuine, good natured laugh that you found hard to contain as she began impatiently tapping her foot as she waited for you to catch up.

“Didn’t take you for a chicken lover, city girl.” You teased, unlatching the door for her so that she could make her way inside.

The hens squawked excitedly at your appearance, realizing they’d be able to eat their fill of grass, bugs, and dried corn. A few ran over, crowding at your ankles. Rows and rows of nests were lined up along the walls. In the back of the coop were a few small rectangular doors that you could open, which was what you used to harvest eggs. Your dad’s old coops didn’t have anything fancy like that, so you grew up having your hands pecked at. You used to run back home to your mother with blood bruises and angry, raised skin.

“I love chicks.” Ellie said simply and the double meaning wasn’t lost on you.

As if on cue one of the chickens began pecking at the woman’s ankles, earning a small hiss of surprise from her. You snorted, biting your lip so that you wouldn’t laugh at her expense. “I can’t say the feeling is mutual, apparently.” You added playfully, looking around for the yellow poof balls.

“Old news.” She was smiling at you, and something in your chest began doing awful, uncomfortable flips. For a second you even felt a bit nauseous.

Ellie wasn’t Abby, but there was something similar about the two of them. The short haired girl seemed capable and strong. There was a physical sort of confidence in the way that she walked that told you that she knew how to handle herself. You watched as she shoved her hands in her pockets, shoulders squared off, feet shoulder length apart- and it had your lips parting.

Still, you remembered Joel talking about his daughter. . . saying that she was military. You couldn’t remember which branch she belonged to, but you could tell that she was well trained. You tried to imagine what Ellie would look like if she was put in a situation where she needed to protect herself, and you found a shiver running up your spine.

There was a coldness that had been in her eyes when the two of you had first met that had chilled you to the bone. You saw none of it when you looked into her eyes now, but. . . still. . . the thought terrified you. Had those capable hands ever killed anyone before?

You felt horrible even thinking that, even going as far as to give your thigh a small slap in punishment as you bent down, knees digging into the wood shavings and hay. The chicks didn’t seem off put by your small scowl. They saw you and instantly thought “food”, which had them clumsily running in your direction. You hadn’t heard her walk up beside you, only felt the sleeve of her long sleeve shirt brush against your arm as she sat back on her haunches beside you.

“It won’t scare them if I pick them up, will it?” She asked gently, slowly reaching a hand out so that she could brush it against their plush down feathers. They chirped contentedly, unaware of what “danger” even meant yet. You were guilty of babying your chickens, meaning none of them were scared of humans. They pecked at you when they were annoyed, but were never violent per say.

“Not at all. They might seem a bit unhappy, but it’s only because they’re hungry.”

You pressed your hand to your cheek as you watched the woman pick one of the chicks up, holding the tiny thing tightly against her chest so as to not drop it. There was something almost comical about seeing the woman look this gentle, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she tried not to hurt the tiny thing. It was adorable. Which was terrifying for you.

You were once again reminded of your dream. . . and you didn’t think you were ready to let Abby go. Not even when Ellie looked up at you excitedly, using her free hand to gesture towards the small creature in disbelief. Almost like she was scared that even talking would frighten it.

“So what do we do now?” Ellie asked, putting the chick down so that she could stand back up. You followed her lead, making your way back over towards the door.

“We open up all the doors and let them walk around for the day. I usually come back and get them back in their coops by sundown.” You let her know, leaving the door wide open as you moved coop to coop.

Ellie helped you, cutting down the time in half. The two of you were back in the truck in record time. You showed her the fields where you planted corn in the late summer to get ready for early fall. You pointed out the small flower garden you had taken upon yourself to cultivate, and then you pulled up to the green houses. Her jaw went slack as she took in all of the buildings.

“You do all of this yourself?” She needed to make sure she wasn’t imagining things. Sure, she was no farmer, but even someone like her knew just how much work this must be for you.

She couldn’t imagine you doing this all day, every day all by yourself. It kinda made her chest ache a bit for you. So when you nodded she took it upon herself to climb out of the truck, eager to do something to lighten the burden for you.

As the two of you approached what appeared to be the oldest of the greenhouses, she couldn’t help but realize that she’d been with you for about an hour. . . and she felt great. Better than great, she felt normal. She had been sent out here so that she could recover, and while she didn’t quite understand what that really and truly meant, being here with you felt right. Being around the animals felt therapeutic, and while Joel might have told you a little bit about her in passing, you didn’t know enough about Ellie to pass any sort of judgment or feel any sort of pity.

Even so, Ellie wasn’t sure she’d be against telling you about what happened. Something told her that you would be understanding. You knew what it felt like to lose people, and she was sure that you had regrets somewhere along the line. Everyone does when it comes to losing loved ones.

She hated that you had suffered enough to understand where she was coming from, but loved that she wasn’t alone for once.

The two of you walked in silence, and there was a heaviness in your eyes that let her know that you were thinking about something serious and sad. Ellie wondered whether your father was on your mind this morning. . . or perhaps your girlfriend. It wasn’t her place to ask, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to.

“Want to help me water them?” You finally asked, motioning towards the tables of plants.

She nodded, but quickly turned to face you. She couldn’t count how many green houses you had on top of this one.

“Do we water all of those plants too?” She felt stupid the second that she asked the question, but even more so when you began to giggle.

Sounding stupid was worth it to hear the sound, so she sucked it up.

“Those green houses are newer and have a built in sprinkler system. We just have to worry about this one, thankfully. We’d be here all afternoon if not.” You began to head in the direction of the hose so that you could turn it on, your stomach tightening with hunger.

You knew the second you got back to the house and made breakfast that you’d be nauseous though. Bad days like this were always the same. You were hungry but you couldn’t eat. You wanted to distract yourself but nothing would work. You wanted to talk to someone but didn’t have any friends that you trusted enough to actually. . . onload on, and you were sick of your mom crying on your behalf.

“So you’re staying with Joel now? For how long?” You decided to make small talk as you handed her the hose, walking along with her as she painstakingly paid attention to every sprout.

She licked her lips before answering you, eyes flickering in a way that made you think that she might feel a bit nervous.

“I was. . . sent here. It’s not like I don’t love being home, because I kinda do. It’s just not something that I exactly chose for myself.” That didn’t feel like the whole truth, but you supposed that she would tell you whenever she was ready.

You played with the raw hem of your old t-shirt, suddenly anxious that you might have put her in a bad spot. Still, you found yourself wanting to know more about her.

“Do you have an addiction problem?” You realized how inappropriate it was to be so blunt. Your mouth went bone dry with panic, and you were quick to grab her hand, shaking your head. “A-All I’m trying to say is that my uncle had a really bad drug problem for years. He’s been clean and sober since last Christmas and is doing great. I don’t judge, that’s all. I’m proud of you, if anything.”

She gulped, looking down at your hand and noticing how close your body was to hers now. She fumbled to turn the hose off with one hand, trying to get her breathing under control. It was twice now that you were touching her like this, and she hated herself for wanting to wrap you back up in a hug so bad. She was also trying not to notice how plush and kissable your lips were.

You smelled great too, which made it hard for Ellie to think.

“Yeah, I guess I have a bit of an addiction problem,” She mumbled, but shrugged her shoulders soon after, contradicting herself. “But that’s not really why I’m here.”

Ellie would have to tell you eventually, she supposed. If the two of you were going to be as good of friends as Joel wanted, then she’d have to fess up eventually. It was better to get it out and in the open now rather than later. Plus. . . if she had some sort of a breakdown then maybe you’d be more understanding if you knew why it was happening.

“My therapist tells me that I suffer from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I was in the Marines and I had a really bad accident. So. . . it was hard for me to live alone.” Ellie stared down at a long-dead leaf on the ground and bent down to pick it up, gently playing with it’s crinkled edges.

“Did you have panic attacks? I have those sometimes too.” You wanted her to know that she wasn’t alone, as stupid as it might sound.

You wanted to relate to her without telling her that your girlfriend had also been a Marine. She was being vulnerable with you, and the last thing you wanted to do was make this moment about you by bringing up your deceased girlfriend.

“Yeah. . . Yeah, I have those a lot. Sometimes I lose track of time- disassociate. It’s scary for others to deal with, so my friends thought that it would be best if I were with Joel. There’s less triggers here than back in Chicago.” You could tell that she was still uncomfortable with the subject matter, but she was powering through.

Ellie appreciated that there wasn’t a hint of judgment in your tone. You genuinely seemed curious. . . and talking about herself like this felt good. Validating, even.

“What triggers you? I just want to make sure that I don’t overstep or accidentally do anything wrong-”

“No, no. You’re fine. It’s more so loud noises and bright lights.”

“So no gunshots?”

“Guns aren’t too bad. . . it’s more so car crashes. Explosions, you know?”

Your mouth went dry. You did know. It’s how Abby died, afterall. You hated that Ellie had gone through something similar. Your heart ached for her.

“Is that how you got this. . . ?” You began to brush your fingers against the scar over her eye. You froze as she flinched, guilt bottoming out your stomach as you quickly yanked your hand away.

She reached out to take your elbow into her calloused hand before you could drop your palm back down at your side, and pressed your fingers against the skin herself. Her skin was still soft, but raised and jagged. You’d never felt a scar this deep before. Still, it was warm under your touch. Alive.

The moment felt oddly intimate, and you kept your fingers there for a few seconds too long before dropping your hand back at your side. Ellie felt like she was going to explode. No one had ever wanted to touch her scar, let alone been allowed to.

“Yeah, It is.” She cleared her throat, grabbing one of her arms in her hands nervously. She was starting to realize that she didn’t mind being seen by you. “I’m legally blind in the eye now, which has been pretty hard to get used to.”

“So you can’t see at all out of it?” You questioned, beginning to walk back over towards the repotting station. You’d noticed a few sprouts that were getting a little too big for their pots, and the last thing you wanted was crowded roots.

She followed after you like a lost puppy, hot on your trail. “I can see shapes and colors. Movement, and everything. But if you held up your hand and asked me “how many fingers am I holding up”, I wouldn’t be able to tell you.” She’d practically had to relearn how to do everything again, as dramatic as that sounded. Losing the vision of one eye affected a lot more than one might think.

“Oh, shit.” You remarked, nose wrinkling up in sympathy. You couldn’t imagine how hard that must have been on top of dealing with the mental anguish of the accident.

“ ‘Oh, shit’ is right.” She agreed with a small smile, leaning her hip against the table as you began laying out the necessary supplies. She watched your hands as they moved expertly around the table, eyes locked on your fingers. “I used to be beautiful.” She joked absentmindedly, alluding to the scar that now marred her features.

“You’re still beautiful.” You said, fully concentrated on the task at hand.

You didn’t realize the weight that your words carried, nor Ellie’s reaction to them. She felt like a giddy teenager. She couldn’t stop herself from fidgeting with the buttons on her shirt. She was smitten.

You were the first person to treat her like an actual human being since the incident. This was the most alive she’d felt in almost a year. . . and she was talking about things. Not like she might talk to her therapist, it was different than that. She was talking to someone that wanted to get to know her, not just to diagnose her, but to understand her. It felt good. Really good. Sickeningly good.

And you thought she was beautiful.

“Do you want to help me repot these little guys?” You asked, motioning towards the tiny pots.

She was scared of killing your seedlings but nodded anyway, desperate for your approval. Ellie watched as you demonstrated the entire thing for her, praying to god she wouldn’t forget a step.

The two of you stood shoulder to shoulder, shaking out roots and gently tucking the plants into their new homes. It was calming- melodic, almost. The constant motion, the gentle noises of the wilderness all around you. Ellie could even feel herself getting good at it. Not as good as you, of course. . . but she wasn’t as bad as she thought she would be.

You watched as she rolled her sleeves up and over her forearms, taking a second to appreciate her hands. Once again, you felt guilty for being so attracted to her. Strands of auburn hair had fallen out from behind her ear and hung in her pale face as she focused on her task. Her strong hands worked methodically. Her veins, her knuckles, her forearms and biceps- Ellie wasn’t just beautiful but gorgeous.

‘Give me a sign, Abby. If I’m not reading too far into last night's dream. . . then just give me some sort of a sign.’ You thought to yourself, eyebrows furrowing as you packed more dirt around the seedling in your hand. You felt like you were being horrifically dramatic, but what else could you do?

You felt idiotic. Delusional, even.

Beside you Ellie continued to work, completely unaware of your building turmoil. Pot after pot, she was really getting the hang of it. Pack down a layer of dirt, shake out roots, pack dirt on top- repeat.

She reached out for another one of the black plastic pots, sliding it over in front of her. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she almost didn’t hear the rattling. She’d been so close to covering up whatever was at the bottom with dirt, but the sunlight caught whatever it was just right.

It sparkled.

Ellie pinched the object between two dirt coated fingers, her eyebrows practically raising up to her hairline as she realized that it was a ring. A valuable looking one, at that.

“Uh. . . is this yours?” Ellie asked, showing it to you.

You blinked a few times at the ring, scared for a moment that you were hallucinating, because things like this only happened in movies. People asking for signs from the other side only for a ghostly apparition to pop up on screen.

Still, that was your promise ring in Ellie’s hand.

Your bottom lip quivered, eyes filling up with tears before you could even stop them. You reached out with gentle fingers, taking it into your hand graciously.

“Thank you.”

And you weren’t sure if you were talking to Ellie. . . or Abby.

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remuslovebot · 3 months

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𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 | 𝐅.𝐂

pairing: lord!felix catton x fem!reader

warnings: saltburn au, use of y/n, angst, fluff, social hierarchy bullshit

a/n: lmk if you want a part two, kinda want to make this a series

Lord Felix had never been in love. Not until he saw you, one of his mother’s ladies in waiting. You were a breath of fresh air to him, but if he pursued you he could never truly have you as his equal. You were a lower rank and he was the first born and only son of the Catton family. Also known as the heir to the estate.

Everyone noticed Felix. All of the other ladies always talked about him and how handsome he was. You always thought Felix was handsome but you never really mentioned anything when the other ladies in waiting talked about him.

You knew it was a fantasy. Lord Felix would never notice you. It was silly to even imagine him looking your way.

Elsbeth had taken pity on you as an orphan child and raised you as one of her most devoted servants.

Most of your life had been spent in the servants quarters, while Lord Felix spent his days roaming around the castle or in school to learn to become a man.

One afternoon you found yourself by the lake in the woods. It was your escape from lingering eyes and gossiping servants.

You were swimming in the lake, tall trees, grass and fresh flowers hiding the place from others. Your peace was disturbed when you heard a noise from the bushes.

You jumped and went to find your escape when a tall and broad shouldered man stepped into the cove. You recognized him immediately as Lord Felix. He was dressed down in a flowy white shirt and pants. His hair had grown out since his last time at Saltburn.

“I see here is one of Aphrodite’s children, for a beauty like yours temps me to come into the water,” Felix said with a cheeky grin.

“My lord, you must forgive me for I am not properly clothed,” you said, ignoring the blush on your cheeks.

“Shall I cover my eyes?” He asked. You nodded and Felix moved a hand over his eyes. You escaped from the water and put on your ladies maid covering.

“You may uncover your eyes my lord,” you said meekly. Felix did so and when he saw you his heart skipped a beat.

“Why is a lady like yourself alone in this part of the estate?” Felix asked curiously.

“It’s calm here. I come here to think, my lord,” you replied.

As much as Felix loved the sound of his title on your lips, he laughed under his breath and shook his head. “Please just call me Felix. What is your name?” Felix asked.

“Y/n,” you answered. You shouldn’t be alone with him. You knew it was wrong but something about being with Felix felt so incredibly right.

“I see you Y/n, waiting around and aiding my mother,” Felix says stepping closer to you.

You back away, “that would be because I am just a lady in waiting, my lord,” you curtsied and then walked passed Felix to exit the cove.

“Will I see you again?” Felix asked before you left.

“I’ll be around the castle. But I’m sure the future heir of Saltburn will have better tasks than looking at me,” you said, leaving the cove.

☙☙☙☙

Felix couldn’t get you out of his mind. He has to find some way to woo you. He needed to have you. But it felt more than just a conquest. Felix really wanted to get to know you.

So he slipped a note under your door in the servants quarters.

Y/n — meet me at cove at midnight. I will be waiting

— Felix

You decided to meet him at the cove. There was no harm to be done, except your reputation could be ruined. If anyone found out Lady Elsbeth would cast you away and you would be shunned from society.

But your heart told you to go and that’s exactly what you did. Your long sapphire cape made you invisible in the dark, as you snuck out of the castle that night. You made your way to the cove, the full moon protecting you from above.

At the cove, you saw Felix with a lighted candle in his hands. “You came,” he smiled softly. You nodded, “you summoned me, my lord—Felix,” you corrected yourself.

You sat down on the grass and Felix sat next to you, curiously admiring you. “I have seen you for many years, except you must have changed. I do not remember you being so beautiful since my last stay at the castle,” Felix admitted.

You turned to look at him, eyebrows furrowed. “Your flattery will get you no where. We are not meant to be,” you said.

Felix frowned, “I’m serious in my intentions. I think you the most beautiful woman I have laid my eyes upon.”

You both looked into each others eyes. You couldn’t draw yourself away from his longing gaze. Felix leaned close to your lips. When you didn’t back away he light pressed his lips to yours and kissed you softly.

You returned the kiss, it was sweet like forbidden fruit. That is what you were to each other — forbidden fruit.

Felix’s arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He was intoxicated by you. You fit perfectly in his hands. Your lips connected to his like a perfect puzzle piece.

You disconnected, needing air. Your face was flushed and you had realized what you had done. “This is wrong. I could lose my place at the estate. You should be falling in love with a Lady or a Princess but not me. Not a servant,” you said, standing up.

“But I am falling in love with you,” Felix insisted.

You felt like a disgrace to Elsbeth, she had been so kind to you. “I can’t, Felix. I want to…but I shouldn’t,” you said, heartbroken.

You went to leave the cove, but Felix grabbed your arm gently and pulled you to him. You kissed eachother with passion. This forbidden moment passing through you.

“It can be our little secret then,” Felix offered and you reluctantly agreed. His thumb grazing your bottom lip and a soft smile pulling at your lips.

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I LOVE YOU LIKE . . .

pairing. enhypen ot7 x fem!reader

genre. fluff, angst in some of them if you squint

synopsis: in which enha members love you like different songs

LEE HEESEUNG

“i love you like seasons by wave to earth”

he was the bad boy who was afraid to love you because he was so scared he would ruin your life. he tried convincing you that it wouldn’t work, that you deserved way better than he could ever be.

“that’s not true hee,” you say as you cupped his face into your hands. “i love you and that’s all that matters.”

although lee heeseung swore to himself he would never fall in love, the idea is thrown out the window as soon as you muttered those 3 words that seemed to change his whole lookout on life.

“i love you.” he says as he places a kiss on your forehead, engulfing you into a hug. “thank you for loving me back in this universe.”

PARK JONGSEONG

“i love you like my love mine all mine by mitski”

jay was a certified lover boy by heart. people, more specifically, guys—would often tell jay it was too early to settle down and he should have as much fun as he could before that moment came.

he disagreed completely. jay wanted someone to love, someone who he’d propose to after dating for some time. he didn’t just want someone to warm his bed for the night, or call when he’s drunk and alone. he wanted someone who would stay up late to talk about spontaneous things like how many kids they wanted or what career they wanted to go into.

and he found himself lucky when he met you, the cute girl in his chemistry class on his first day at college. you swooned him over with just one smile, and he knew he was helpless right there and then.

“here—i can get that.” he says, reaching for your heavy backpack.

“oh it’s okay jay!” you quickly protest, but it’s to no avail because jay’s already got it swung around his shoulder, your textbooks in his hand.

“i can’t have my future children knowing i made their mother carry heavy items, can i?” he jokes, which makes you blush as you look down at your feet.

“enough jay! you’re gonna make me turn a tomato.”

it has only been one week since he’s asked you to be his girlfriend with some cliche chemistry pickup line, but it was the best decision of his life. after all, you were all his, and he was all yours.

SIM JAEYUN

“i love you like would that i by hozier”

sim jaeyun likes to think of your relationship as a breath of fresh air on the first day of summer vacation. he feels fulfilled when he’s with you, and he couldn’t ask the universe for a better feeling.

when you spoke about the things you loved, he listened in attentively, his pretty eyelashes batting as his ears concentrated themselves to only tune into your voice.

“hey! are you listening?” sunoo whines as he taps jake’s shoulder, but heeseung stops stops him.

“don’t bother,” heeseung snickers. “jake’s too obsessed with his girlfriend to hear you.”

he lives for picnic dates with you in autumn when the leaves are turning their pretty shade of orange. he’d pick a more secluded place, one where you can run off into the nearby grass while he chases after you, pulling you into a hug and placing kisses all over your face once he catches you

PARK SUNGHOON

“i love you like slut by taylor swift”

park sunghoon was most definitely the most popular guy in your uni. he had the looks and his shy but charming personality made him even more attractive to the girls.

when they first saw you walking around with sunghoon, there were rumors that he was just using you because they’d never seen him with a girl before and he wasn’t the type of guy to get into a relationship (but boy were they wrong)

he wanted to take things slow because he really liked you, so you two began hanging out more and more and he even introduced you to his friends — heeseung, jake and jay.

heeseung and jake even took you to the arcade after one of your long exams, claiming they needed to take care of sunghoon’s girlfriend even though he hadn’t officially asked you out yet.

when girls at the uni saw this, they freaked out, bombarding you with words like slut or whore simply because you were hanging out with sunghoon’s friends.

“i don’t know why they hate me so much.” you sniffle as you wipe away your tears. one of the girls had bumped into your shoulder harshly as she was walking by, creating a small but aching bruise where she had hit.

“c’mere.” sunghoon says, pulling you into his arms. “they’re just jealous because i like you and not them. you’re the most beautiful and sweetest girl i know.”

even though everybody seemed to like park sunghoon, he made it clear that he wanted you, and when he pulled you in earlier as you cried to him, you realized that in a world full of boys, park sunghoon was a gentleman.

KIM SUNOO

“i love you like sweet by cigarettes after sex”

it was truly easy to fall in love with kim sunoo. he was the epitome of sunshine, and he made your days just a little bit brighter by simply being around you.

loving kim sunoo was sweet and delicate, going on small dates where you two would walk around and eat street food as you admired the views that seoul had to offer.

“i love you, you know that?” sunoo suddenly says, finishing up the last of the bread he bought from the sweet old lady vendor next to your house.

“all of a sudden?” you giggle nervously, tippy toeing to place a small kiss on the bridge of his nose.

“just thought i’d let you know.” he shrugs. “i love you more than anything.”

“i love you too sun,” you smile. “you’re the sweetest boy i could ask for.”

YANG JUNGWON

“i love you like real love baby by father john misty”

loving yang jungwon felt like finally kissing your soulmate in the rain.

it felt like kissing them with such a passion even though both of your hairs are wet from the water and you swear that you’ll catch a cold the next day by your soaked clothes.

however, it doesn’t matter because you’re finally with the one person that you want.

loving yang jungwon felt like that. it felt real, and it felt like it was the final piece in your missing puzzle.

“wanna dance in the rain?” jungwon asks, eyebrows wiggling themselves at you.

you roll your eyes, smacking your hand against his chest softly. “and risk catching a fever? i thought you were more responsible than that yang.”

“ouch,” he says, holding his chest. “we’re on last name basis now?”

you pull him in, placing a kiss so quickly on his lips that he whines when you push him back.

“that was not fair!” he says, sitting himself next to you on the soft fuzzy floor.

“oh my won baby,” you tease. “we can dance in the rain only if you promise we get chinese takeout after.”

“PROMISE!” he shrieks, grabbing your hand as he practically runs over to the coat shack.

NISHIMURA RIKI

“i love you like black friday by tom odell”

nishimura riki was a joker by heart. he loved playing around and making jokes because it made his body rush with dopamine that fueled his ability to keep going.

however, when he was with you, it was like there was a whole new side to him — that not even his friends or family knew.

“i wish i had a better body,” you say, frowning as you look down at your legs that were currently tangled with riki’s on the couch. “i wanna be perfect like all of my friends.”

the clicking of his remote stops immediately after you say that, his game console long abandoned as he untangles his legs from yours, pulling you straight into his arms.

“yah, where is this coming from?” he asks, eyebrows raised. “did someone say something?”

“no.” you sigh.

“you know that you’re the prettiest girl i’ve ever set my eyes on?” he says, holding your shoulders so that he could make direct eye contact with you. “pretty like the ocean, pretty like the wind, everytime i’m around you — i get this rush of adrenaline. you make me so happy.”

your eyes soften at his sweet and genuine tone, wrapping your arms around his neck as you play with his hair. “i love you riki, you make me happy too.”

he lets you lay your head on his lap as he plays his game, your laugh every time he made a noise of disapproval at his teammates made his heart leap.

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speedycoffeedelight · 2 months

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An Animalistic Disaster

Summery: You recently moved to a cabin in the woods for some peaceful time alone. But that is ruined when somehow a wide variety of different animals invade your space out of nowhere. Was this your Disney princess era or is there something more to it..

Also a crazy killer seems to be also on the loose as of now. And this guy who seems to be your new neighbour seems suspicious. Is there any connection?

(I kinda just had some scenarios made in my mind with the hazbin crew as animals so I decided to write them(◕ᴗ◕✿) )

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CH-1: The fluffy and the winged friend

As you turned the key,the door opened with a click. A gust of dusty air left the cabin as you opened the door. Coughing a little you started to look for the light switch with your hand. Soon you found it and turned it on as light filled the room. It was the kitchen from the looks of it. There was an old stove on the left side of the room,followed by a sink and a countertop.

On the right side was a wooden sofa. It look to be in bad shape as some of its parts had been eaten by bugs.You took a mental note to fix that later. There was a small stool beside the sofa which looked pretty okay. There was also a window above the sink. You went there and opened it to let some fresh air in. There was two more room to explore. You went in the right one.

This time it was a bedroom. There was a queen sized bed on a corner. Alongside it was your wardrobe and on the other side of the room was a chair and a table, all of which you made sure to be moved here before you came. There was a door in there too which you guessed was the bathroom. You went to the window above the table and opened it to let the sunlight in.

The other room was a bit spacious with a small fireplace and some old books with shelves in a corner. There was a lounge there too. Everything looked pretty neat for now.After finishing your tour of the cabin you took a big breath.

You used almost all the money you saved up till now to buy this cabin around the woods. You really wanted to settle down in a quiet place close to nature from your childhood and it just seemed perfect.

"Welp,time to get some unpacking done"

You rolled up the sleeves of your shirt and went to the balcony where all of your stuff were left in a pile of boxes. You crouched down and picked up a box labeled 'kitchen' and started to work.

You took a break at noon to whip something up quick for lunch and rest. The rest of the unpacking was almost done by afternoon,as you didn't have much anyway. You went to get one last box that was left on the balcony. It was a bit bigger then other ones. You went to open it up,but suddenly it started to violently shake.

"What the-"

You quickly took a couple steps back. You don't remember placing something moving or vibrating in that box. At least nothing that would start moving by itself like a blender. Gulping down you you slowly inched to the box again. As you were close to touching the lid, it opened by itself. Being startled,you quickly retrieved your hands as a pair of horns poked through the box.

"Huh?"

Suddenly that something with horns jumped in front of you from the box. It was a sheep, a small fluffy adorable sheep. Following its jump, an ashy moth also flew out from the box and sat on the sheep's horns.

You were confused as hell. How the heck did a whole ass sheep and a big moth get inside your box? It didn't seem like the boxes were open beforehand. But swatting away that confusion,you focused on what to do with the two little creatures in front of you right now.

Your cabin was surrounded by woods on one side and it was far from safe for a little sheep like it. Plus you really wanted to pet it for some reason. Deciding you'll keep it with you for however long You can. You slowly started to get close to it holding out your hand.

The sheep was looking at you curiously and started to walk over to your hand. While the moth seemed to be tensed by you almost.

Slowly the sheep was under your reach. You softly put your hand on it head and began to pet it. The sheep closed it eyes which you think meant it was enjoying it. The moth seemed to be comfortable too now. Looking closer, you noticed the moth was missing one of it's eye. There was a cross where it's left eye should be.

Normally you weren't a big fan of moths. But this one really looked pretty. You mentally cursed whichever thing that made such a cute creature look like this.

Now you slowly tried to pick up the sheep so you can carry it to your room. You had some vegetables left over that you could give to the sheep.

"Hey there darling,come with me. Let's get you some food alright..?"

You spoke in a soft voice attempting to reassure it. But then it hit you that they wouldn't understand your language. You mentally facepalmed yourself right then for your stupidity. But to your surprise,it came closer to you and let itself be picked up. Even looking a bit happy in the process if that was possible. You heart absolutely melted at the sight of it and the soft fur. The moth flew and sat on top of your head.

"Well then, let's get going,shall we?"

You said as you walked back into the cabin with the small sheep in hand and moth on your head. At least you wouldn't feel lonely in this cabin tonight.

(A/n: just trying to get the environment figured out in this chapter and I'm not really good with it:') )

(Also this is already published in both ao3 and wattpad under the same name. But I wanted to publish it here too and see how it goes. The artwork isn't mine!!)

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sehnsuchts-trunken · 1 year

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Nail Polish

Bradley Bradshaw x reader 1k words

summary: You just did your nails. And freshly painted nails mean not touching anything.

got the idea for this one because i did do my nails today and then also dyed my hair and so had to shower and while i was undressing had to pull down my pants with like, my fingertips, and my mind was just going “Bradley Bradshaw would NOT let me do this. he would NOT let me do this.”

top gun masterlist | top gun blurbs

You grunted as you pinched at your waistband, trying to peel the button of your jeans away and not mess up the fresh paint you’d put on your nails - which was easier said than done.

You probably should have just showered first. Done your nails afterwards. But you were stressed, alright, so none of this was your fault. The squad was going to be here in less than an hour and you’d only got off work at six, then had to eat, then had to get ready. In the span of like, two hours.

With a sigh, you leaned your forehead against the mirror above the sink and closed your eyes. You had to get out of these jeans. You’d already spent way too long dwelling on it.

A soft knock at the door ripped you from your thoughts. You looked up - it stood open (you hadn’t bothered closing it) and Bradley was leaning against the frame with an arm above his head, his knuckles resting on the wood, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Need some help there, baby?”, he asked. You huffed.

“I should’ve showered first”, you pouted. “I’ve been trying to get my jeans off without ruining my nails for the past five minutes and so far I’ve done this.”

You gestured at your opened zipper.

It was kind of sad, really, but he knew you inside out, all the most embarassing parts of you, so you found no reason to blush and hide anything.

“You could’ve just asked me to do it”, he chuckled, already moving away from the door and closer to you.

“I didn’t want to bother you.”

Your breath hitched in your throat when he came close enough to touch, sinking down on one knee in front of you. You had to swallow at the sight. One of the best navy fighter pilots in the world, down on his knees for you. It still surprised you that out of all the people on this goddamn planet, you’d somehow managed to find him and keep him.

You’d always joked that you wouldn’t settle for a man unless he worshipped you like a goddess.

Now, as Bradley kneeled in front of you, his hands so gently on your thighs as he worked the button on your jeans for you, as he hooked his thumbs into your waistband, grazing your skin softly, you weren’t so sure it was a joke anymore.

It had been at first, yes. But he seemed to have made it his mission in life to treat you like a queen, and you had to say you were not complaining. No one in your place would.

“You never bother me”, he muttered, pressing a kiss to the exposed skin of your leg as he pulled your jeans down ever so carefully. You had to fight the desire to bury your hands in his hair - for the sake of your nails. So instead, you braced your palms on the edge of the sink and watched him work.

You lifted your feet off the floor when he motioned for you to, shifted your weight when he left a slow trail of kisses up your legs, met his eyes when he stood up and brushed his thumbs below the hem of your shirt.

“Arms over your head”, he instructed and you followed like some senseless robot, “I’ll be careful with your nails.”

He pulled your shirt up, slowly exposing your skin to the cool air of the bathroom, sliding it up your arms - then grabbing for your right wrist, keeping it steady as he slipped it over your hand, not catching any of your nails even once, and doing the same for your left.

Bare in just underwear before him, maybe you should have felt indecent - embarrassed, uncomfortable, naked - but you didn’t. Even under his watchful eye, you never felt any sense of dread, only a pleasant warm haze spreading from your chest through the rest of your body. He was smiling, dropping your shirt and putting his hands to your waist instead, pulling you to him until you were pressed against him, arms crossing behind his neck as if in reflex.

“You’re beautiful”, he muttered, and you could feel his breath on your lips. “I’m so lucky.”

“You’re lucky?”, you chuckled. “You? Bradshaw, do you know how amazing you are? I mean-”

You were ready to ramble on about just how great he was for hours on end (you’d already proven you could do that before, when he’d said something bad about himself once and you’d set him down at the kitchen table and presented a 167 arguments-long list of why he was the absolute best) but he cut you off with a kiss, the words dying on your lips.

You nothing short of melted into him, his body so warm and comfortable and simply perfect around you, fingers snaking up to thread through the hair at the back of his head -

He pulled back.

There was a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He grabbed for your wrists, pulling your arms back and settling them on his chest instead.

“Careful”, he murmured. “Don’t want to ruin your nail polish.”

And then he was leaning in again and you forgot that you’d wanted to say “Fuck the nail polish”.

You could only think that yes, this was the perfect example of Bradley Bradshaw, ever the gentleman.

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alexander-arcturus-black-lupin · 4 months

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Morpheus confesses

Morpheus was in his throne room doing his best to fix the dreaming or at least that's what he told himself. In fact the dreaming had already been fixed; he was just busying himself from thinking.

About her.

His human.

The one thing that was out of his control.

She felt her heart racing as Morpheus moved his body against hers. His touch was gentle and passionate, a perfect mix of intensity and tenderness. He caressed her body, his hands exploring her curves as he moved in slow, sensuous circles. His touch sent electric shocks of pleasure through her body, igniting a spark of desire within her.

She moaned in pleasure as Morpheus's hands moved lower, exploring her most intimate of areas. He teased her with gentle strokes, his fingers tracing circles around her sweet spot. The pleasure built within her, and Y/N's breathing grew faster as Morpheus's touch intensified.

Suddenly it stopped. She was in bed, alone.

“What the absolute hell,” Y/n felt her thighs clench together, her breathing shallow and her legs felt numb.

“My apologies,” y/n’s neck snapped to find the dream lord at the door, closing it.

“What? I-”

“Ever since you came to the dreaming,” He paused as though weighing his words. “My powers have been a little out of my control,”

“Were you really here,” Was she really about to have sex with this man

“No, that was a shade or a dream figure if you will” he seemed to avoid her eyes as he spoke looking intently at the chair in the corner.

“But it was…”

“Real as a dream can be, yes” His replies were short and curt. Although there was a subtle blush on his cheeks. “You are in the dreaming of course, again i apologies, I-"

"Is that why you've been ignoring me," it seemed as though he didn’t count on your question as he looked over at you or well in your direction but his eyes weren’t on you, the moon lighting up a part of his face. He was ethereal in every light.

“Yes, it has.” You remained silent as he stood there. “Is that all of your questions,’ his voice soft and alluring.

“I um, if my presence had been affecting you, why am I still here?” His eyes left yours as he contemplated the question.

“I do not know,” He made no motion to sit down, he just stood there, “Do you wish to leave?”

“My answer depends on your comfort Morpheus, if you feel my presence is revolting-”

“But it is not,” He pauses again. “It’s like a breath of fresh air in a room filled with stale air,”

“Then why won’t you look at me?” Morpheus glances at you and the light shade of pink on his face deepens

“Y/n, you are not decent,” you look in the mirror near your bed and you notice, your mess of hair, your nightgown, ridden up your thighs, the sheets a mess.

“I do look quite a mess bu-”

“It’s not that you don’t look a mess, it’s that fact I’m not the one who messed you up,” a small gasp escaped your mouth. “I’m not the one who’s made you clench your legs, I’m not the one who made you-” he stops. “It was rather a mere shade.”

“Morpheus,” you whisper out.

“Tell me to leave,” he says abruptly.

“What?”

“Tell me to leave, tell me to close the door on the way out,” Morpheus looks at the window. “Tell me you don’t want me to be here,” you don’t say anything as you get out of the bed. You don’t stop until you’re right in front of him.

“Morpheus, I want you to stay,” you move closer as Morpheus moved back a step.

“Starlight…” he hadn’t called her that in a long time. “I can’t”

“Why,”

“None of my past courtships have ever been successful, and I wish not to ruin what little we have,”

“Morpheus,” You reached up and place your hand on his chest feeling his heartbeat. “For an endless you’re heart beats rather quickly,’

“Starlight I-” Want to see where this goes? Want to know whether you can actually stay or not, want to know whether I want to kiss you or not

“Can I kiss you,” his voice is down to a whisper. “Please,”

“I’d like that,” One of his rare smiles peak throught and he kiss you, it’s soft and slow. His hands snaked your waist bringing you in closer and holding you steady.

“Can we do this for all eternity,”

“Yes”

#morpheus x you smut #morpheus x black reader #morpheus x reader #morpheus smut #morpheus #lord morpheus #morpheus x y/n #morpheus x you #morpheus fanfiction #Morpheus fanfic

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rainystarters · 2 months

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✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♫ ˚｡〖 intro : save me 〗 a collection of sentence starters inspired by lyrics from the album cabin fever by purple kiss. adjust details as necessary.

bite me deeper.

the party is over, who is the savior?

i came to bring the pain.

i don't make it back.

save me, save me.

still, you want me.

light this candle that will wake the darkness.

do you find yourself unable to bear it?

i'm out of control.

it's time to wake the sleeping madness in me.

ah, i need some fresh air now.

come closer, i'll whisper to you.

you want some sweet juice?

follow the instinct.

no time to think about this and that.

like a flame, it all burns.

nothing can lock us up.

i feel so good.

hold your breath.

i want it more and more.

come and follow me.

to our heart's content...

i don't need meaningless 'right and wrong.'

you are just a transitory fairytale.

you need me 'til the end.

i'm already where i want to be.

you already know.

we wouldn't ever fall out.

it makes you feel low.

we won't stop anymore.

i would be the one to take you down.

i'm at the top already.

you can't ever ruin me.

i'll never be alone.

i will brutally show you a bad dream.

you want to try?

you can't get away.

if we continue on this path, we take all.

i dance alone in the moonlight.

tonight, i'm free to go as i want.

if it's for you, it's okay.

i'm running to you unconsciously, automatically.

i feel like a monster.

nobody can stop even if i get hurt.

nothing can stop me.

run away with me as if it's the last day.

i'll never let you go.

the world is already full with your existence.

no turning back.

i can't stop my heart that's drawn to you.

trust me, again and again.

something feels different.

i started to hope i'll dream again.

this connection is undeniable.

with you, i have nothing to fear.

i still feel the spark.

i feel like i'm dreaming again.

i'll never get tired with you, baby.

i just want you more.

can you see the gap between us?

if you show me even half of your heart...

i always wonder about you.

even if i resist, i think about you too much.

i'm still afraid.

what if we drink all night and talk until the sunrise?

i want to know you.

so far, so good.

my heart keeps beating crazy.

no matter if i pretend, it's obvious that i'm anxious.

i still don't know, even though you're mine.

it's not easy.

it might take a while.

you shine more than anything.

you make it unbearable for me.

don't hesitate, give me more.

don't whisper, get closer.

if you really love me...

#rp sentence starters #sentence starters #lyric starters #rp sentence meme #rp starters #rp prompts #rp memes #lyric memes

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reputationmunson · 1 year

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Fluff request! Eddie calming reader down from a panic attack - initially noticing that something is wrong when they start to get all distant and stuff, subtly taking them somewhere quiet and calm and just really kindly talking them down

(And then maybe a little kiss at the end, at least a big ol hug)

thank you for the request! I'm sorry this took me a few days. I've been in the mood to write but every time I open a new document I just stare at it haha

Breathe | Eddie Munson x reader

summary: Eddie comforts you after you get overwhelmed at one of his shows

content: panic attack, eddie being the best boyfriend, no pronouns, petnames (babe, baby), use of y/n (just once i think), swearing, fluff

word count: [762 words]

The hideout was completely packed tonight. You were super stoked about the crowd for Corroded Coffin, but you were also feeling overwhelmed. At first, you were fine. Big crowds weren’t really your thing, but when Eddie came out on stage, you were one hundred percent focused on him and drowned everything else out.

Now, you have Eddie standing next to you with his arm around your shoulder while he’s talking to a group of people. You’re pressed up next to him with absolutely no space, and while you love being this close to him, you have no other choice because of all the bodies surrounding you and leaving you no choice.

You feel like you’re trapped and the exit is a thousand miles away.

The room begins to grow hotter and louder.

You feel yourself begin to zone out. Your heart is pounding in your chest and your vision is blurry. The sounds surrounding you being to drown out, like you’re in a different world, but you’re stuck in the same spot.

“Isn’t that right, baby?” you hear Eddie say to you but you can’t respond or react. “Baby?” Eddie asks, concerned. He grows worried when he sees the look on your face and the sweat on your forehead.

“Fuck, let’s get you outside, okay?” You give a small nod and close your eyes.

Eddie grabs your hand and plows through the crowd to get you outside into the fresh air. After what feels like hours, you’re finally outside.

You start to sob and you can’t catch your breath.

“Hey, hey, listen to my voice. Deep breaths, okay? In and out, can you do that for me?”

Eddie starts to take deep breaths with you and you feel yourself calm down a little, but you’re still shaken up.

“There ya go, you’re okay. Can I touch you?”

You nod and his hands rest on your shoulders. He wants nothing more than to pull you into him for a hug, but he knows that might make things worse.

Once your breathing is normal and you feel more cooled off, you look at him. “I’m so sorry. I ruined your night and-”

“You didn’t ruin anything, babe. I’m sorry that I didn’t notice sooner. I know big crowds can stress you out sometimes and I should’ve thought about that.”

“I was fine, but then everything hit me all at once and I’m so happy that you guys got a big crowd tonight. I just wish I was able to handle it better and support you.”

“You do support me. Always. Even when there were only two other people in the crowd, you were there. You’re there at band practices and even when I’m just in my room forcing you to listen to whatever shitty lyrics I write, you’re sitting on my bed with the biggest smile on your face.”

“They’re not always shitty lyrics”

Both of you laugh and Steve walks outside, trying to find you.

“Oh, here you are. I’ve been looking for you two. Everything alright?” Steve notices you look like you’ve been crying.

“Yeah, we’re alright. Steve, would you be a dear and get my number one fan some water?” Eddie requests and Steve heads back inside.

“Just your number one fan? I'm no groupie, rockstar.”

“Number one fan, love of my life. Same thing. And you are so a groupie. But only for me, yeah?”

“Yeah” you agree. “Hug?” you hold your arms out and he can’t wait another second.

You hold each other and you realize you’d go through just about anything to be able to hug him.

“Feeling better?” He asks and you hum as a yes.

“Think I might need a kiss, though”

Eddie chuckles and captures you in a kiss. The kiss is sweet and slow and everything you need.

“I love you” You say as soon as you break apart.

“I love you, more. You know who I don’t love? Harrington. I mean how hard is it to get a glass of water”

You laugh and wrap yourself around him again. “Maybe we can just get some water at home?” you suggest.

“Anything for my one and only groupie” he jokes.

You groan and he leads you to his van, stopping to kiss you every few seconds.

“Guys! y/n I have your water!” you hear Steve shout, making the two of you giggle

“Hurry, before he sees us”

Eddie races you to his van, but obviously lets you win despite how competitive he is. He’d lose every time if it meant making you smile.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson #stranger things fluff #stranger things fic

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wingsofimagery · 9 months

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Healing Aurora | First Meet - Wooyoung

❂ Summary: Supernatural Inn & Spa Owner/Keeper!MC x Multi-route (haha... ik) ❂ Characters: Jung Wooyoung ❂ Genre: General/Supernational ❂ Warnings: N/A ❂ Word Count: 2070 ❂ A/N: Phew, finally chapter one is out! I really hope you guys enjoy this! Give me a reason to want to continue writing this Banner credit to my friend once again, she was so sweet to help me make simple mood banners for each chara

You felt your heart pick up its pace when two figures came running up to meet the four of you. You were frightened by the speed they were coming at you, but with a hand raised, the two figures slowed down at Hongjoong’s command. You held your breath as they came to a stop before you. Their eyes were bright and expectant, but you had no idea what they were waiting for.

Were they expecting something from you?

Silence hung around the room, your eyes glancing back and forth between the two males that stood before you with anticipation. You scratched your cheek.

“Um… How can I help you?”

The redhead’s expression changed to a solemn one. He quickly gazed at Hongjoong in confusion, but Chan answered his unspoken question instead.

“They lost their memories, but it seems some would return when physical contact is made.”

“So they don’t remember me right now?”

His voice sounded so broken, making you feel bad for not remembering who he was. He looked like you meant a lot to him with how he reacted, unlike his black-haired mate, who stood next to him with a frown and a hand on his shoulder for comfort.

“Would you like to make physical contact? I’d like to know who you guys are to me too. I feel terrible for not remembering.”

He did not need to be asked further. He closed off the remaining space between you and coddled you into his arms. Your eyes sparkled the same way they had the previous three times. You heard a soft prayer from him, “Please remember me, princette,” before you were thrown into a whirlwind of memories.

- - -

As a Tanuki, Wooyoung was often seen by humans as a bad omen. They never wanted him around, and, despite wanting to be a part of a family, not even the supernaturals wanted to be around him. The stigma around his legend was well known to the point he was sent malevolent glares daily by all. That did not stop him from being a trickster, though. Instead, they fueled him to cause mischief more.

He played around with humans. Ruined relationships, fixed relationships, found some friends, made some enemies; all of it was fun and games until he met you. It was you who opened his heart to the feeling of loneliness. He may not have been alone, but before meeting you, he was lonely. The twinkle in his eyes now was never fully there back then. Instead, he lived life half-full before you came into his life. You were a wonderful breath of fresh air to him.

You had worked at the inn for a little over a year now. Your master had passed the inn down to you. Choosing you out of the handful of people from your clan to become the next interworld innkeeper. You learned quite a lot in the year-long succession, but you knew there was still more to learn. After the year, you were forced to man the place by yourself as she had up and disappeared one day with just a farewell letter.

You had no idea how your master could take care of this inn all by herself but remembered that she was a half-breed or, what was called, a halfling amongst us (not to be confused with beings who are half as short as humans). You were also a halfling, but unlike her, you had not yet developed the ability to harness elements of any type. A breath of sigh left your lips as you made your way to the front yard of the supernatural side, but a voice from the entrance stopped you from your work.

“Oh~ What’s this?” A male looked around curiously, a playful smile plastered across his face.

“Welcome to the Eternal Sunshine Inn and Magic Spa, where our motto is: we melt away your problems guaranteed.”

He raised his eyebrow at you, “What a weird name and motto. Not all problems can be solved with a trip to an inn for a spa trip, ya know.”

“Maybe not, but the motto has not once failed. When we guarantee a solution, we mean it.”

And you truly do. The reputation of this inn was one of the best, and you know, damn well, that today will not be the first time the motto’s failed. So you did what you did your best and catered to his needs. Once you had him settled in a room under his name (which he introduced himself as Brian), you returned to the front yard to resume your duties.

Moments later, a kitsune entered the inn with a request for entry to the hot spring. You led the way and left her to her own devices. As soon as you stepped foot into the front yard, you were forced to greet another guest. One after another, it was nonstop. Different species of the supernatural and humankind entered your inn, yet you took a moment to realize how empty it was—despite all these entries.

It may have taken a while, but you were slowly figuring out the prank. A chuckle escaped from your lips as you covered your mouth. You hope he did not hear you.

The following person entered while you huffed and brushed the broom against the floor. This time, a man with red fluffy hair. He had a beauty mark on his lip and under his eye. You found them very pretty and could not help but blather about it. This pulled a blush over his cheeks.

“How can I help you today?”

“Can I get a room?”

You nodded, leading him to the front desk. You asked for his name, to which he answered, ‘Wooyoung.’ When you finished, you handed the card to him, and your eyes sparkled knowingly.

“Well, Wooyoung. I hope this is your real name and not all the other ones you gave me,” you made sure to give him a smile, “or is this also a fake, just like Brian was?”

His eyes widened at your assumption. Though you are right, his mistake in misperceiving your ability to see through his tricks had led him to this speechless state. There was only one question going through his brain: how?

“I’ve learned to read auras, and then I print it onto each keycard as a note. That way, I don’t have to ask when anyone checks out. Both humans and supernaturals have their own aura. They’re like signatures; changing your appearance does not change your signature.”

As if he could not be more surprised, your explanation has Wooyoung finding respect for you in a newfound manner. He looked down upon you a little too much that he had forgotten you were not some ordinary innkeeper. He sighed and smiled sheepishly at you, mentally apologizing because he did not want to admit that he was belittling you.

You decided to ignore him and pulled some paper out to start writing.

“So, are you going to be staying for real this time now that you are busted?”

“Why would I stay here now that my cover is blown?” He looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

You stopped writing and blinked owlishly at him, “Why not? I’m allowing you, aren’t I? It just seems like you’re looking for somewhere to blend in. I think this is the perfect place for you. I’d like to think I got this aura reading right by now, so please prove me correct in that you’re looking for a place to stay… permanently.”

It was his turn to just stare and blink. You laughed at his reaction because it was evident by the tears collecting at the bottom of his eyes that he was touched by your gesture. And, that, you were correct. You were among the first people to open your arms and welcome him, one of the first to enjoy his pranks. Everyone either hated him for pulling these pranks, or they never knew. Yet here you were, giving him a place to stay.

“Oh— the stay won’t be for free. So long as you live here, my condition is that you work under me. I’m really low on staff… actually scratch that; I’m the only one working here. I’m not as skilled as my master was, so if you want to stay, you’ll have to work your share. Are you willing?”

You peeked at him to see that he was wiping the tears off his face. He nodded silently. Something in his heart told him that staying here would benefit him. He hoped to find somewhere to settle; what better place than somewhere that would accept him.

“It seems you have made your decision,” you slapped the paper you were writing on in front of him, which he realized was a contract, “just sign and ink your fingerprint here.”

When you saw he had not made a single movement, you frowned. You wondered if you had the wrong idea, so you began to pull the paper back, ready to redact your offer. His hand shot out to stop you, taking up the pen in his dominant one and signing it. He dipped his thumb in the inkpad you provided and pressed it onto the paper. The color stamped his fingerprint vividly on the parchment.

Removing his finger, he kept the hand on yours and gazed at you to see what would happen now. You moved your free hand, palm over the paper. With a whisper of enchantment, the paper folded until it could not fold any more. It shrunk itself until it was no more. You gazed at the mark that formed on his neck.

“Wonderful. It formed without any trouble,” you touched the seal, “You’ll have explicit permission to shapeshift. The only reason you were able to do that at first was because you only entered the supernatural resting quarters. It is forbidden to show any hints of your supernatural abilities to humans. Therefore, anyone without a consent seal,” you pointed to the seal on his neck, “are prohibited from showing any of their powers and are only allowed to be in their human forms within the inter-species areas. You still are not allowed to shift before any human's eyes, of course, but you do not have to roam around in one form; you’ll need your powers to ensure everything is in place, after all. I trust you to keep this in mind and warn or punish those who don’t listen.”

Wooyoung nodded. You hummed, then handed him the broom, “Go clean the front yard for me. I sense a large human group incoming.”

When the twinkle in your eyes died out, you hugged Wooyoung back.

“Do you remember me now?” His voice trembled with worry.

“How could I forget my very first employee? You’re everything I could ask for in a starter companion.”

He held you tighter in his arms as if you’d leave him if he let you go. You took a deep breath before gently pushing him away from you. His arms stayed wrapped around you, but it was now loosely sitting on your hip.

“Wooyoung, you have a vice grip.”

“For a good reason,” he defended himself.

You shook your head and laughed in good nature. You then looked at his friend who had accompanied him. Ready to ask if he’d like to make contact as well, he had beaten you to it with an answer.

“I think you’ve had a tiring time since you’ve awakened. We can all take it slow. For now, I’ll introduce myself. My name is San. It’s good to see you again, princette. I hope we can get your memories back to full function soon.”

You smiled gratefully at San. Honestly speaking, you were getting a bit tired and overwhelmed. The break was needed.

“Well then,” Chan interrupted, “I will have everyone gather and introduce themselves to you in a bit. For now, are you hungry?”

You nodded in reply, “Quite, actually.”

Wooyoung made a break for it; his arms flew off you as he ran toward what you expected to be the kitchen, “I’ll make something you’ll like!!”

San followed behind him, shouting that he’d make sure Wooyoung would not burn down the place. You laughed at their antics because you knew Wooyoung could cook very well, so there was no need to be so worried.

#ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez x reader #wooyoung scenarios #wooyoung imagines #wooyoung x reader

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modelbus · 11 months

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Ayup! I saw that your requests are open so I was wondering...if you have time, could you possibly write something about CC!platonic!Wilbur x GN!aromantic!teen!reader and they have a cute sibling relationship? Maybe after reader comes out to the public, they get hate for "ruining" romantic ships that fans created with reader and someone else (can't think of any specific person so it could be reader's best friend they've had on stream a couple times) and Wilbur stands up for them?? As an aromantic who craves and adores this type of content, it kinda bums me out that I can't seem to find it anywhere. (sorry if this is too long or too specific, i just really like the way you write). Could be headcannons or a oneshot, whichever is comfy and easiest for you. Whether you'd like to ignore or write, it's up to you, feel free to do with this what you will. Have an amazing day/night! :]

Happy Pride month!! Here's some headcannon things! I used "Alex" as the best friend's name because it's pretty androgynous and can be used for any gender.

I've been crazy busy recently, and so caught up with other things, but hopefully this offers you the content you wanted <3

Pairing: CC!Wilbur x Gn!Aro!Reader (Platonic)

Abashed Aromantic

Wilbur is absolutely pissed when he sees the sheer amount of hate you're getting on Twitter.

He wants to make a statement right then, but you convince him it's fine and that the love you're getting from the community greatly outweighs the hate.

It takes a lot of convincing to get him to stand down though, he's just so upset that people would dare be mad at you for who you are.

"Are you sure you don't want me to say anything? You know I'd gladly tear into them. It's not right-"

"I know, Wilbur. I'm sure." You say softly.

Wilbur nods, then pauses and starts again, unable to help himself it seems.

"They're all full of shit anyways-"

No matter how much hate you get, you keep telling him it's okay, so he respects your boundaries and doesn't say anything.

Even as your dm's flood with threats and messages about how you're ruining "ships" for your fandom, you stay quiet, hoping it'll just go away.

That is, until the hate goes too far, to the point where not even your Moderators can manage all the hateful messages on streams. Some slip by, and, of course, those are the ones you manage to read.

It's meant to be a peaceful "just chatting" stream when the donation comes through, somehow making it past all of your mods.

The stream donation sound sounds out over your headphones, and you perk up, waiting for text-to-speech to read the message aloud.

"I can't believe you're ruining all of our ships by being aromantic. You really would've been perfect with Alex. Fuck you." The robotic voice reads out. For a voice that's usually so comforting, ice-cold hurt races through your veins at the message.

It's just too much. You were trying so hard to ignore all the hate, ignore how the ship name for you and your best friend trended for days after you came out, but you can't anymore. And all because of something you couldn't even control.

Silence falls in the stream. That is, until Wilbur speaks up. You had almost forgotten he was in a call with you, so swept away in the donation.

"Who said that? Who was that?" He asks. Wilbur didn't get truly mad often, but in this moment you're glad you're not the one he's pissed at. "To that person and anyone else who thinks that message is okay, fuck you. That's not okay."

"Wil-"

"No. It's not okay." You snap your mouth shut, realizing that there's no stopping Wilbur. Even though you tried to stop him, a part of you can't help but rejoice at him speaking up for you, protecting you. "You aren't ruining anything by being yourself. Hear that, chat? Get that through your heads."

You scan chat, waiting anxiously to see their reactions. For the first time since you came out, it's overwhelmingly positive. True relief comes rushing through you, like a breath of fresh air.

"Now. Where were we?" Wilbur asks, nudging you along. "We were talking about bees, right?"

Later, you thank him, but Wilbur won't even let you thank him. He just keeps saying that it was "his job to protect you" and to "fuck the haters."

He makes sure to post a Tweet about it too, once you give him the okay to.

...and he makes an Instagram post with just photos of you two. Just to make it very clear.

In order to make sure you're entirely okay, he insists on having a movie night and binge-watching all of the Marvel movies in order. Popcorn, snacks, blankets, and all.

(Wilbur is upset at himself for a while after because he felt like he should've done something sooner, but eventually he's just glad to have put an end to the overwhelming hateful messages you were getting.)

And, of course, he makes sure to not let anyone give you shit after that. Even the slightest hint of hate towards you has him loudly proclaiming how amazing you are.

"You're aromantic, right?"

You pause at the question from the other streamer before answering carefully. It's your first time talking to them, and it's in a MCC no less. "Yeah."

"Oh. That's... interesting."

Maybe it's the tone of their voice, but something about the statement rubs you the wrong way. You shake your head, planning to move on, but Wilbur jumps into the conversation.

"Damn right it's interesting. And only in the best of ways." He proclaims.

You smile to yourself, thankful for Wilbur every goddamn day.

"What's your Ace Race time again?" He asks you. "Isn't it ridiculously fast? You're just so good at MCC, you'll have to carry this team. You'll get us the points there for sure, probably single-handedly get us to victory-"

#mcyt imagine #mcyt #dsmp #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x you #wilbur imagine #wilbur x reader #wilbur #wilbur x you #aromantic reader

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cinnapuppymilk · 1 year

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Rose Thorn in His Side(Chpt 2)

A/N: Thank you to everyone who put up with my account switch!! Yall are the real ones.

This part is long, I hope that isn't a problem :v I promise after this it's gonna be SOO much more interaction with Death..fluffy interactions..cute interactions..spicy interactions..hehe.

Also I put my own spin on how Death collects souls, I hope yall like it! Mwah mwah mwah, please enjoy!

TW: Alcoholism, death(like, someone dying.)

Chapter one 🔽

Chapter Two: Deadly Reveal

That next morning, you enjoyed the peaceful bliss that was an empty mind in the first few seconds of waking up. No thoughts or worries, just the calmness of the usual first morning stretch.

. . .

Though your calves hurt more than usual.

Suddenly, within a split second, you remembered why, ruining the morning calm.

Mateo's morning interruption. The bar. Gabriella being the most freaked out you ever saw her. Death. His eyes. His voice. His poncho. The rain. The walk. His fur against your cheek as he carried you. His goodbye. It all came back like a movie being played 10 times the normal speed.

You rubbed your face with your hands, hoping to wipe away the tired feeling.

You felt a bit stupid, you would normally never let a stranger walk you home after only an hour of meeting. Let alone let them be close enough to carry you. You didn't even feel entirely comfortable with Mateo giving you a friendly pat and you've known him for five years.

You decided you'd blame it all on being tired from a double shift, not wanting any more overthinking to happen this morning. Though, in the back of your mind flashes of Death kept appearing while you got up and ready for the day.

You sat down at the dining table for what you thought was morning tea, however glancing at the clock revealed it was 1pm already. So you had to have slept in. You frowned, upset that your normal schedule was messed up for the second day in a row.

Deciding that you needed fresh air to soothe your mood, you took your tea to the front porch of your cottage and sat in the rocking chair placed neatly in front of a window.

The air smelled damp and earthy. Like him.

'. . . . I don't want to see you too soon.' His words replayed in your mind.

You wondered what that could've meant, worried that it means he won't be back anytime soon.

You then racked your brain on why you cared so much. You don't know him, there isn't a meaningful connection. There isn't any connection at all, he's a customer who was kind enough to lend you his poncho on your walk home. Nothing more.

Though even with all of that being true, you couldn't shake the want to see him again. You couldn't shake the memory of his eyes and smile, his voice, his smell. You couldn't shake him.

"Buenas tardes Y/N!" Diego's voice shattered your thought bubble...to your appreciation.

You saw his lanky figure try to approach your front yard, attempting not to slip in the mud.

"I would help you, but I think you might deserve to have a sore ass today." You laughed while getting up to help him anyways.

Thankfully, he was able to manage before you got to him. You really didn't want to get covered in mud.

"Sí, sí. Tienes razón (you're right.), I am an absolute lowlife," he chuckled while finally approaching you.

"But that's why I'm here now! I want to make it up to you. We can go out to town, everything you get is on me, promise." He gave you a wide smile.

Normally, you would rather spend your off time at home, learning a new hobby and tending to your small vegetable garden. You enjoyed living away from all the noise and movement of the town, you felt like you could breathe easy in your little cottage.

Simultaneously, however, today was different. You didn't want to be left alone with your thoughts, going back and forth on how you felt about Death. Thinking about if you'd see him again, or if you should even want to. A distraction from all that mental conflict would be nice.

"Ahh, well. I guess you can convince me to let you buy me breakfast at a café. Let me grab a jacket."

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The inner most section of town was only about a 20 minute walk from your home. To avoid any more shameful thoughts about your night with Death, you decided to interrogate Diego on the walk over.

You knew he had a drinking problem, it was evident when he showed up for work a bit woozy every now and then. He was also a lightweight, you felt bad that he was burdened with such a terrible combo.

"Soo, I thought you said you were gonna say no next time Mateo offered a shot or two..or five." you said carefully, not wanting to offend him.

Diego gave a deep sigh before responding.

"No is a hard word to find when drinks get mixed in...but I'm trying, that night will be my last relapse. Wouldn't want you covering for my sorry tail all the time otherwise you'd get sick of me." He laughed, trying to keep the mood light.

You nodded and asked him the normal run around questions. How have you been, done anything new, blah blah blah.

You focused hard on his rambling answers, not wanting to let your mind wander.

When you finally arrived to the café, Diego sped ahead of you, rushing to pull out a seat for you. You shook your head playfully at his over the top gesture.

You both looked over the menus, ordered and chatted about the mundane.

Completely unaware you were being watched from the moment you left your door.

Across the street, hidden in a shadowed alleyway stood Death, with an annoyed expression resting on his face.

He spent the night thinking about how to handle this situation and his irritating feelings on you.

He's already wasted too much time playing with you and even more time thinking about you. He's death. He has an eternal duty, and nowhere in his job description did it say he had time for...playthings.

But he was also honest with himself. He couldn't get you out of the sacred space that was his head.

His solution was to reveal to you that he really was death, the grim reaper, la muerte etc..then he could watch you flee in terror and be done with it all.

However, his plans were soiled by Diego whisking you away.

Something about Diego pissed Death off.

"¿Por qué estoy perdiendo el tiempo aquí?(Why am I wasting my time here?)" Death growled to himself before vanishing to go back to work. He figured he will settle this where it started, at the bar.

. . .

"Oooh, that looks good." Diego commented on the torrijas that arrived at your table.

Diego ordered just eggs and bacon, which he hardly took notice in as he kept his eyes trained on you.

"So, Gabi told me there was some creep at the bar last night? She said she left you with him and she feels bad about it, what's that all about?" he asked nonchalantly.

This was the last topic you wanted to talk about, however, he asked you so directly, there was no way to avoid it.

"I wouldn't say creep, I mean his looks were intimidating I guess? Well anyway, there wasn't any problems with him and I'm not upset with Gabi over it, I mean she takes customers I don't wanna deal with for me all the time so, we're even." you stared down at your food, feeling a bit guilty. Somehow, you felt like you were lying by not mentioning the full details.

"Well hopefully he won't show up to the party tonight cause I'd beat his a-"

"What party?" you interrupted Diego before he inflated his ego too much.

"Y/N, no seas estúpido (don't be stupid), it's the first of October. Maria always throws a party, it's her birthday month. We do this every year, how do you not remember by now."

"Ah damn, you're right...she's crazy, celebrating for a whole month sounds so tiring." you said while finishing up the last bit of your food.

"So hey, you skip the party every year..why not change it up and go this time? I'll be your party buddy and you can keep my drinking in check" he laughed, placing the money for the meal on the table.

Truthfully you normally weren't a party person. You had been to a handful of them and they usually end up with you sweating and hyperventilating in a bathroom stall, suffering from a panic attack.

But your encounter with Death did make you realize you must be seriously socially starved if a brisk walk with a stranger could make you feel so...flustered. You also came to the conclusion that maybe jumping back into the dating pool could be good for you. You hadn't had a romantic relationship since high school after all.

Finishing the last of your orange juice you answered Diego.

"Yeah alright, but promise not to ditch me during okay?"

"That's what I like to hear! Now it is a costume party so, we'll have to find you something to go in. But hey no worries, we're in town now so we can find something here." Diego said while standing up to leave.

You hadn't realized you'd have to dress up, and the thought of it made you kinda want to back out, but reluctantly you let Diego take you to a clothing shop anyway. You wanted to give your all into enjoying this experience.

. . .

Entering the shop you were greeted by a young woman who encouraged you to check out their extensive Halloween costume section.

"Hmm, I think we should find you something cute to wear, not too flashy, easy on the eyes..like you." Diego said as he bumped his elbow into your arm.

You decided to ignore the flirting and instead started to scan the racks of clothing, hoping to find something you'd be comfortable in.

Diego started to rummage through clothing, apparently eager to help you find a costume.

"Soo, what are you going as?" you asked plainly while scanning a skeleton body suit.

"Ah you know me, I gotta go big or go home so I'm going as a pirate all decked out in everything gold I could get my hands on." He said ruffling through more costumes.

You were about to give up your search and just go as a sheet ghost before Diego called out to you in joy.

"I found the perfect costume! Come here, come try it on!!" he said a little too loudly, causing the cashier to glare at him breifly.

He held out to you a red hood accompanied by an old-timey looking blouse and black corset attached to a silky red skirt for the bottom.

"It's Red Riding Hood! You'd look so cute in this!" Diego was beaming proudly at his find.

Not really wanting to go as a sheet ghost, you took the costume and headed for the dressing room.

Putting the costume on, you were pleased with how it fitted your body. Hugging the right places, while being flowy where it needed to be. Diego wasn't wrong, you did look cute.

When you exited the dressing room you saw Diego's disappointed expression.

"Aww what you're not gonna show me?" he whined.

"You'll see at the party anyways." you shrugged.

Diego paid for the costume and you both left the shop.

"Well, the party is at 10, so you should go home and get ready. Can't wait to see you there!" Diego chimed as you parted ways.

. . .

That night you had gotten dressed and admittedly were having to convince yourself time and time again to just go. You tried hard to silence the nagging voice in your head telling you to stay home and feign sickness the next day.

You took a deep breath in before opening the bar doors and stepping inside.

The bar was filled to the brim with people, some you recognized others you don't. All of them laughing, drinking and dancing in their costumes.

You looked around to try and spot any of your coworkers. Suddenly, an arm wrapped itself around your shoulders, startling you.

"You actually came!! That's good cause I didn't buy that costume for nothing..speaking of, you look adorable Y/N!"

It was Diego and you could instantly smell the liquor on his breath.

"Yeah I came, I didn't wanna leave you hanging..plus I'm supposed to keep you in check, have you had any drinks?" you asked, slipping out from under Diego's arm.

"Ah yeah, just two shots though, no more, I promise!" He laughed and whisked you away to a table before you could scold him.

At the table sat a group of people you didn't recognize but were supposedly Diego's friends. They were loud, slamming drinks on the table, screaming in each other's faces, pushing and pulling on one another. Deigo joined in the fun but you sat quietly, giving small smiles to the group whenever one of them accidentally bumped into you.

For the first half hour you did fine, even made a few light jokes and took a few shots to loosen up, however when the alcohol hit your head, you started becoming more and more sensitive to the lights and sounds around you. It started to become a bit much to handle.

You felt your face getting warm and you started to notice how much your clothes rubbed against your fur, making you uncomfortable. You attempted to take a calming breath in but it felt like the heavy scent of liquor and sweat absorbed all the oxygen. Your breaths became shallow and your mouth dry. You tugged on Diego's arm, wanting to ask him to move to a quieter spot for just a few seconds.

"Diego I think I need a break-" you started only to have Diego lightly shove you off of him. You looked up at him with confusion.

"It's a party, you want a break? You go home." he slurred his words a bit before taking another shot.

You decided to shake the hurt you felt from his comment and push.

"Hey, I think you've had too much to drink, let's go get water and-" you tried to pull Diego away from the table only to be shoved harder this time, almost causing you to fall backwards.

"Go get your water then." Diego said before returning his attention to his drinks and friends.

You felt the sting of tears in your eyes but blinked them away before heading towards the bar to get water. To your relief, you saw Gabi in an angel costume at the bar, making herself a drink.

When you got there, Gabi immediately saw the tired hurt in your eyes.

"Oh honey, you tried. You can't change him. Trust me, I also attempted to keep him sober. It's like stopping a fish from getting water" She guided your head to rest on her shoulder and gave you a few back pats.

She then pulled away and poured you a glass of water. You gladly accepted, grateful to have a 'mom' friend like Gabriella.

"You can hang with me for the rest of the night, I'm way more fun anyway" she winked at you.

You smile and nodded. She gently led you to a cleared spot in the bar, meant to be a makeshift dancefloor. She grabbed your hands and swayed to the music, singing along terribly. You couldn't help but laugh and sway with her. You felt a weight evaporate off of your chest and felt like you could breathe again.

After a bit of dancing, Gabi slowly came to a stop, staring off at a certain direction.

"No way that stalker-looking dog came back, who even invited him?" she scowled.

You immediately whipped your head in the direction she was looking. Your chest felt tight again..but this time in anticipation.

In a table all the way in the corner of the bar, sat Death. Looking straight at you with a grin on his face.

'Why is he here? He doesn't know Maria, so he wasn't invited. He only knows me...sort of. Did he come to see me?'

The thought of that made your heart flutter. Suddenly you and Death were locked in a staring contest, neither of you wanting to look away.

"I can get some guys to throw him out, hold on-" Gabi interrupted your stare down with Death.

"No no!..ah I mean, he's fine. I invited him." you lied.

"Oh, well then.. maybe you should talk to him. He's all by himself. Not that I care though, I'm gonna make another drink." Gabi said in shock. She gave you a quick hug before leaving for the bar.

You turned your attention back to Death who never stopped looking at you. He motioned his head towards the seat across from him at table.

Your heart did flips as you approached his table and sat down.

"No drink conejita?" he said tilting his head.

"I'm off the clock..and I've personally had enough to drink.." you said trying to keep your composure. You felt so confused yet happy in this moment.

Death nodded before shifting his gaze to look at something behind you.

"I think your friend has also had enough to drink." he laughed lightly.

You turned your head to see Diego drunkenly picking a fight with a stranger twice his size.

"Aye Diego..." you said putting your face in your hands. You were embarrassed Death saw you and him together while he acted like a fool.

Death gave a deep laugh that made you feel something you couldn't explain.

You looked up at him, you weren't sure if your cheeks were burning from the alcohol or your shyness. Even so, the alcohol gave you some courage and you were feeling ecstatic now that you're with Death again.

"So, you crashed the party and if Maria sees you she's gonna lose it..how come you're here?" you asked trying to not stare at his eyes.

"I needed to see you again." he stated plainly.

That sentence made something in you snap.

"Well I'm here." you breathed shallowly, your voice low, unable to hide the way you were feeling.

"Indeed you are, conejita." Death said in a similar tone, leaning forward.

You swore the entire world started moving in slow motion. Death was close enough to you that you could feel his breath on your fur. It took everything in you to not lean forward and rest your head in the crook of his neck.

'I really did have too much to drink' you thought helplessly.

You wanted to ask him a million questions about himself, you opened your mouth to speak only for his voice to ring out first.

"It's warm in here, no? Why not take another walk." He said standing up. You frowned at the sudden space he put between you and him.

Looking behind you, you saw Gabriella and Maria dancing together sloppily with huge smiles on their face. You also spotted Mateo for the first time tonight, flirting with a girl by the bar. Finally, you saw Diego, cursing while holding a cold glass of beer to his now blackened eye while his friends assure him it wasn't his fault.

'I feel kinda bad just leaving them without saying anything..' you thought before turning back to Death who now stood against the entrance doors in his dark poncho. He smiled at you before speaking, just barely audible to your ears in a smooth but teasing tone,

"You coming little bunny?"

'Nope, I don't feel bad at all.'

You followed Death out the door, into the cool dark night.

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The alcohol was definitely affecting you more than you accounted for as you followed Death blindly in a random direction, no clue as to where you're going.

Again, normally something you wouldn't do.

Death was moving quicker than you remember him moving last time, it took a bit of effort to keep in step with him.

Happy to be alone with him again, you took this time to ask him everything that was on your tipsy mind.

"Why did you need to see me?" you asked.

"I want to show you something." he stated with amusement in his voice.

"Like what?"

"I want you to see my work."

"Oh you're job...but it's so late, what jobs still runs this late?"

"I don't get breaks." he said plainly.

"Well that's kinda dumb..and maybe even illegal? What's your job?" you furrowed your brows, trying to understand what he was saying.

"I'm Death." he said deadpanned.

"Yeah I know." you said matter of factly.

He laughed that deep laugh that made your heart flutter in your chest.

He then stopped to crouch down and face you so that he was just above eye level to you.

He raised his paw to your cheek and gently brushed his thumb across it.

Your breath hitched and suddenly your chest felt tight.

"I take the souls of the dead..." he whispered in a way that had you completely frozen in place.

He moved his paw to cup your chin and gently lifted your head so that your eyes met head on.

"and bring them to the afterlife." he was dangerously close to your face. Your heart skipped beats in anticipation for his next move.

"and there's no one.." he gently skimmed his claw from your jawline all the way down your neck.

"Who has ever escaped me." he finished in a deep hushed voice. He gently pinched your cheek before standing back up.

You let go of a breath you didn't know you were holding.

"Oh, I see.." you said quietly, your body still reeling from his touch. You didn't even really pay attention to what he had said.

"We're here conejita." Death said looking into the distance at something.

You moved to the side slightly to try and see what Death was looking at. A little bit away from where you both stood, a man sat slumped against a well, clearly intoxicated. He swished his beer bottle around, mumbling a song that sounded like something a sailor would sing.

Not understanding if that's what you were supposed to be looking at, you looked up at Death who now had an almost disappointed expression on his face.

Shifting your gaze back to the man, you could see his movements slow, as he started to slump to the side more and more, eventually laying on his side completely. His bottle spilling out onto the street.

"Did he just-"

"Die. Yes, yes he did." Death cut you off.

Your heart began to race and your mind filled suddenly with a million thoughts.

'What should I do. Do we get help? Do we call someone?? Can we revive him?? Did I actually just watch someone die??'

"No..wait I'm sure we can-" you began to take steps towards the man, but Death put a paw on your chest to stop you in your tracks.

"There's nothing anyone can do for him now." He said emotionless. He then approached the man, crouching down next to him.

"Then what are you doing??" you asked, following him, absolutely confused by what's going on.

"I told you..." Death started. He took out a sickle you didn't know he had and swiped it at the man. You gasped, but before you could say anything you were once again in awe of what you saw. On the point of the sickle there was a glowing ball of light. Death grabbed it and held the soft glowing ball of light in his paw. It looked ethereal, both tangible but also as if it could disappear at any moment.

Death brought the ball to his mouth, and said something inaudible. Then suddenly, the ball of light blew away, as if it were merely made of sand.

"I'm Death." he said coldly.

A few short seconds of confusion followed before finally your brain put all the pieces together.

You stared at him, unable to find the right words to say.

He once again crouched down to your level.

"And I don't mean it in any other way than literal. When your grandfather died, I was there. When your friends die, I'll be there, when you die, I'll. Be. Right. There. So whatever infatuation you have with me can end now. Go on. Run away like all little bunnies do." he said in a cold and harsh tone.

You admit, you had natural instincts that were screaming at you to run. But you also were...annoyed?

What did him being Death have to do with you? He wasn't soul reaping when he teased and taunted you at the bar that first night. He wasn't the grim reaper when he carried you home. He didn't have to be some terrifying entity that no one can get close to.

You felt frustration build in your chest and decided not to hold it back.

"What does that have to do with me liking you?! You don't get to decide if I like you or not, I do! You don't get to make me feel things and then think I'm gonna just run away over something like that! You started this with me, so finish it and walk me home!"

You yelled at him, using the last of your energy you had for the night. You sighed as you laid yourself down onto the ground, staring up at the night sky, much clearer than it was last time you saw it.

Suddenly you felt your body being lifted off the ground, once again being carried bridal style.

You looked at Death who had a grin on his face, looking ahead of him. He then looked down at you and leaned in close to your ear.

You breathed in the familiar after-rain scent he had. Something about that was so calming. You were slightly upset that his poncho stopped you from feeling his fur, but you also couldn't ask for anything more than to be in his arms right now.

"If I promise to stay do you promise not to run?" he said quietly.

You gently tightened your arms around his neck, taking in more of his scent.

"Of course." you hummed into his neck.

Truthfully, Death's entire day went wrong.

He spent the night thinking of you instead of carrying on his work.

He meant to scare you off way earlier in the day, only for your friend to ruin that.

He never meant to crash a party at the bar.

He didn't mean to caress your face.

He meant to scare you off after taking that mans soul.

Truly, he did the opposite of everything he wanted to happen today.

And with a grin on his face while carrying his sleepy little bunny home, he couldn't be happier.

End of Chapter Two.

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masivechaos · 1 year

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STAINING YOUR SHIRT

james potter x fem! shy! reader

Request: yes / no

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Synopsis: Your friend forced you to come to a party but maybe it wasn't so bad this time

Warning/content: parties, mention of alcohol, kinda insta-love but not really at the same time, my English

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“C’mon it’s gonna be fun!” your friend said as he grabbed your shoulder. “I know parties aren’t your thing but the people I invited are cool!” He tried to convince you as much as he could to come to the party he set up next Saturday and to be honest, you had better ways of spending the evening.

You sighed, pushing the ice cubes inside the beverage with your straw. “Okay, fine…” Your friend let out a ‘yay’ of excitement and got out of the booth to buy some more drinks. You had enough of the puppy eyes he was always giving you and decided to just give in. One night couldn’t kill you, right?

:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Saturday night came quickly. It must have been two hours since you got here and you spent half of the time standing awkwardly in a corner while your friend was chatting with someone you didn’t know.

The surrounding sounds started to feel too much and you decided to get some fresh air and escape the smell of smoke and sweat. Looking down to avoid people’s stares, you didn’t notice the man in front of you. That’s how you ended up crashing into him, your face hitting his chest.

“Oh shit,” you heard him say and that was the moment you felt your shirt was wet. You looked more carefully at the fabric. Wine. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to!”

You gazed up at the man, a man you’d never seen before. Usually shy, this time you couldn’t even say a word. Your cheeks warmed up, he was maybe one of the most handsome men you’d ever seen, with his dark curly hair, soft brown eyes and dimples.

“Um I-…” The man’s smile widened when he heard the sound of your voice and somewhat it made you even more nervous “I- It’s okay…” You fled his eyes, too scared you’d explode if you kept looking at his pretty face.

You could still feel his eyes on you “Let’s clean this up, yeah?” he asked you, resting his hand on your shoulder. You weren’t fond of physical touch but his felt different, safe and reassuring.

You nodded and followed him to the crowded kitchen, standing against the counter as the man took a towel that he wet before coming by your side “I’m sorry again. I hope the stain will go away.” It won’t, but you didn’t want the hope on his face to go away, it suited him well.

The man was hesitant, didn’t know what to do “Can I?” he asked, pushing his glasses on the bridge of his nose, before he bent his knees and held the hem of your shirt with one hand, the towel with the other. You held your breath as you answered a quiet ‘yeah’.

Carefully, he tried to soak up the wine “You wanna know something?” he said as he looked up at you, you hummed “I don’t even like wine,” he chuckled and you giggled at the way he seemed desperate. He was staring softly at you. Your laugh was adorable.“I’m James, by the way.”

“Y/n,” you simply answered with a small smile.

“How come I’ve never seen you before? You’re one of Jake’s friends, right?”

Your sigh melted with a chuckle “Um… I don’t like parties but he forced me to go to this one.”

James let go of your shirt “I think it’s ruined. I’m sorry…” You offered him a smile as an answer and you hoped it was enough for him to understand you weren’t mad. Even if you were you wouldn’t be able to tell him anyway. Tonight you maybe ruin one of your favourite shirts but you also met James.

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You walked back from work, already exhausted when it was just Monday night. You mechanically insert your key in the lock before noticing the package waiting in front of your door. Intrigued, you picked it up and took it with you inside your home.

Finally sat down on your couch, you set the box on your knees and open it. Your eyes widened when you saw what was inside: the shirt James ruin Saturday, but clean, a new one without wine. There was also a note:

‘Hi Y/n. I’m sorry again for staining your shirt. I didn’t know how to make it up to you so I bought you your shirt :) (I got the address from Jake!) - James’

You were smiling so much, your cheeks were hurting. You felt butterflies growing in your stomach knowing he thought about you after the party, he even bought you a shirt. He bought a shirt for a stranger.

More touched than you thought you would be, you buried your face in the brand-new shirt as you felt your ears and neck turning hot. It was the first time someone had such an effect on you, maybe because it was the first time someone cared so much.

As much as you could try to deny it, you thought about him ever since you quit the party. After he cleaned your shirt, you both spent three hours talking, it was normally too much for you but with him, it was almost not enough. You wanted to see him again but you didn’t know how to though, you were too shy to ask Jake, you felt a little silly.

Therefore, when Jake asked you if you wanted to go to a party next Friday, you could only say yes because it was the only way you could see James again. It was the only thing that was making you accept, if he wasn’t there, you would be back home in a second.

Before leaving, you took time to put on a cute outfit, which you didn’t do last time because you had no reason to and didn’t really care. But today, you wanted to feel pretty, it helped you feel a little more confident and would help you to talk to James, or listen to him without freaking out would already be enough.

You sat on the sofa in Jake’s living room, keeping an eye on the front door, hoping James would open it soon. Fortunately, you didn’t have to wait long, about thirty minutes later, you saw the tall man entering the room.

He noticed you quickly and, after taking the time to greet Jake, sat next to you “Hi, Y/n.” He offered you a quick hug “It’s good to see you here,” he said with such a wide smile it was clear he was genuine.

Intimidated by the way he was looking at you so carefully, you only responded with a shy smile, cheeks and neck and ears growing warm in an instant.

“Did you receive the shirt?”

You nodded.

“Great! I felt so guilty, I had to find a way to make it up to you.”

“I appreciate it James, thank you,” you smiled up at him. You wanted to tell him how handsome he was, how comfortable and well you felt next to him, how much you wanted to kiss the dimples on his cheeks, how you wished you could know him better, what made him so nice? what made him so adorable?

You both stayed next to each other, shoulders touching, on the sofa without talking. That’s what you loved about him, you didn’t know him for a long time, you didn’t know him at all actually but he was matching your energy already. You knew some people who were a little surprised by your shyness and took some time to befriend you. James didn’t care, you discovered today that he could stay hours in silence, as long as it was next to you it was okay.

He spent the night by your side, making sure you were included in the conversations if someone ever talked to him. That’s how you met his best friends Remus, Sirius and Peter. They were nice guys even if Sirius made a joke about you and James being lovebirds. You decided to ignore him.

You started to get tired and you yawned as you took a sip of your drink “Tired?” James asked. You nodded and without even meaning to, you leaned your head on his shoulder, feeling your eyes shut.

James chuckled and you could feel it in his chest “Don’t fall asleep, love.” He helped you get up and suggested to take you home and, too tired to think, you accepted. He walked you to your house, taking your hand in his. You spent the entire walk trying not to freak out, flustered to be this close to James.

“It’s there?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you whispered. You were facing each other in front of your door. James hasn’t let go of your hand yet and you didn’t want him to. For the first time ever, he looked a little nervous.

He cleared his throat “I- Um… I know we only spent like… six hours together? But I really like you and I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me, maybe?”

“Like a date?” you asked shyly.

“Yeah,” he smiled at you, he hoped he wasn’t going too fast. He just liked to be around you and he wanted to know you more. He wanted to keep seeing the way you bite your lips when you are nervous, the light frown of your eyebrows when you were uncomfortable or the shy smile you offered him when you didn’t know what to answer.

Since he first saw you, he couldn’t forget about you. His friends had enough of listening to the way you both met and how sorry James was and how much he wanted to see you again. It never happened to him, to get along with someone so easily. The dialogue between the two of you was easy and when the silence would settle, it would be comfortable and peaceful. He didn’t even think he needed words to understand.

This, plus he thought you were pretty.

“Yeah, I would like to,” you smiled up at him and it was the widest you ever offered him. Maybe- and surely- it was the alcohol in your blood but you wanted to try a bold move. You stood on your tippy toes and pressed your lips to his cheeks, leaving his skin sticky because of your lip gloss.

James’ eyes widened, surprised “I-” he looked down at you in awe as you opened your door. “I’ll see you soon, then,” he grinned. You bit your bottom lip as you waved goodbye and closed the door behind you. You were never more grateful to have ruined a shirt.

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eddiemunson-fanfic · 9 months

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Okay I have a weirdly specific angst/hurt/comfort one. What if reader and Eddie got into a fight and Eddie said something REALLY out of pocket and reader is already going through a rough time and this just pushes them over the edge so they go home and attempt suicide and they end up in the hospital Eddie finds out and is just overwhelmed with guilt and stays by reader’s bedside and he just keeps apologising and telling reader he loves them.

oooouuuh, okayokay, i'll do my best, and hope you like it! :')

I trusted you.

Eddie Munson x Plus size!FM!Reader

Warnings: This entire story can be triggering. Mention of suicide attempt, mentioning of rape, mentioning of selfharm. Summary: Eddie had been your safe space for so long. He was the one you felt like you could open up to about anything, and he was the only one who didn't use your past against you like everyone else in your past had done. You had a hard time opening up to someone, so being able to trust your boyfriend was a breath of fresh air. Little did you know he would do you so wrong, just as everyone else did.

Eddie knew. He knew how much of a hard time you had opening up about everything you've been through. He knew how fragile you were, especially in the sort of state you were in currently.

He watched you as you fell to your knees from the kitchen, making his heart jump out of his chest by the look of you. He couldn't move, but he screamed at himself to do so. He wanted nothing but to wrap his arms around you, but his stupid fucking legs wouldn't move an inch to comfort you. He just stood there, watching you break down in front of him. The scream you let out broke his heart even more.

An officer had came to the trailer just minutes before as you were cooking dinner together. It was a joyful evening all together, but this was the breaking point. It ruined you in an instant, and you struggled to keep yourself calm when you got the news.

You told Eddie you could speak to the officer by yourself, because Hopper was there too. Hopper was someone you felt as if you could trust just slightly. Especially since he helped you get out of the situation you were in. He helped you put him in jail, and he was like a father to you after he took you in.

Eddie wanted to join you, but you told him that you wanted to just hear what they had to say alone, as he finished up the dinner you were making. You kissed his cheek tenderly, before you whispered in his ear how you looked forward to the rest of the night with him before you left him in the kitchen. The both of you were smiling when you last looked at eachother.

You kinda knew when they arrived what it meant, but little did you know it would have such an impact on you in general. Eddie knew deep down too what the deal was, but he didn't wanna push himself onto you if you didn't want him there. He knew better.

It's been years, it shouldn't affect you like it did. But it did, and you hated how much control he still had over you.

You closed the door to the trailer as you followed them out to the porch, and Hopper greated you with a soft smile that didn't feel right. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

After you moved in with Eddie to get off of Hopper's back, you had been bumping into Hopper every now and then, and he was always happy to see you, always. No hidden agenda, just wanted to know you were doing okay. You lived under his roof for almost 12 years, ofcourse you meant something to him. Ofcourse he meant something to you. He was the one that tried to teach you that opening up about it wasn't a bad thing. It could help actually.

He wasn't too fond of you meeting Eddie, and especially not when you announced that he was your boyfriend. But who was he to reject you of being happy? He saw how healthy it was for you that Eddie was a part of your life. He saw how you opened up more, how you became a happy person again. He only wished he could do more than this. He wish he could keep you safe from that monster for life, but he tried to make it clear to you that this would one day happen. He would be free, and that was the case this time.

"I'm so sorry to be bearer of these news to you, but since you're his kid, you have the right to know" the police man next to Hopper said, and you went pale straight away. Your eyes big as saucers as you clutched onto the door handle, trying to steady yourself. Hopper coming to your rescue without hesitation as he helped you steady yourself.

This was too soon. Or maybe it wasn't. But you were not ready to face him just yet. You would probably never be ready to face him at all. He became a total monster after your mother passed away, and you wish you never had to re-live the last moment you saw him ever again. But you weren't so lucky.

It all came crashing down around you, and you struggled to breathe.

It had been getting gradually worse throughout the years after your mom passed. He started drinking, which was almost welcomed after your wife dies on you, but what followed was worse. He became angry. He became a monster. Everything you did was wrong. Everything you said was wrong. You had to watch your back at any single moment, and you were a pile of anxiety by the time it became more than verbally. When he first put his hands on you, you struggled to keep the bruises hidden. He learned quickly that he couldn't leave marks for everyone to see. He would lose you if he did.

He told you to keep quiet as he had his way with you. Told you that this is what good girls does for their daddy if they love them. And you did. You did love your dad. He was everything you had, and everything you knew. But it felt so wrong. It hurt. It hurt so bad, and you struggled to keep from crying. It happened more frequently too.

If he didn't get the hooker he had paid for to sleep with him, he took it out on you. Told you that this was right, and that this was what you were born to do. But it had to be kept a secret. And you kept it a secret. For so long.

It started when you were 6. And you didn't speak about it even after he got thrown in jail by the age you were 10. You didn't dare speak of it even when you knew and learned that it wasn't something someone usually did to their daughter. Every single friend you made past that age made you realise your dad was so in the wrong. The way he treated you was not something someone did to their daughter.

And you only realised it after you and a friend of yours that you were visiting for the night after Hopper took you in. You didn't realise your dad was not gonna come back, and you were making a mess in the dining room with the paint you were playing with, and her dad came into the dining room tsk'ing at you, making you stop dead in your tracks as your friend giggled at her dad.

"Girls, girls, girls.." he started, but he smiled. Wait, he smiled? Your dad did never. This was strange, but comforting at the same time.

"I'm sorry papa, we didn't mean to make a mess"

Her dad charged at her, laughing and she giggled even more, running around the table with her dad stalking her, making her giggle even more until he caught up to her, lifting her in the air upside down and shaking her playfully.

It made you giggle too, and you watched them as they laughed together. So this was how normal dads treated their daughters. This was love.

You felt someone touch your shoulder as you came down to it again. You were inside the trailer now, and you didn't even realise you had gone inside. But you remember what had happened just seconds before. He was free. He could come find you at any given moment. That creeping feeling of anxiety came crashing down on you again, making it hard for you to focus. Making it hard for you to not rush to hurt yourself.

"He is out, Eds" you heard Hopper faintly say behind you as Eddie's arms wrapped around you, holding you close. A soft "shit" leaving Eddie's lips as he held you. You felt as if you couldn't breathe. But you tried. Oh how you tried. You couldn't control it, and you just sat there, your nails digging into the soft flesh of Eddie's arm, making him whince just slightly from the pain as you tried to ground yourself. Trying to let the scent of him surround you. To calm you. Like it normally did.

You were having a panic attack. You were completely out of your mind, and you wish you could focus on your boyfriend in front of you, trying to keep you calm. But you just couldn't. He was out.

You got him imprisoned, and he could be out to get you again. He could make your life a living hell. But it's been years. You should be over this now, shouldn't you? But everything came crashing down once you got the news. They didn't really finish giving you the news before you saw black either. But you knew.

They let him go, despite the stuff he did to you. He was a free man now, and there was nothing you could do about it.

Eddie tried his best to get your attention, but there was no use. You were as if frozen in time. You had no clue how long you had been sitting on the floor by now. It must have been hours, because your entire body was hurting by now. You were so stiff, but you couldn't even give a shit about it. What was the most freakiest shit right now, was that you didn't even blink. And it freaked Eddie out.

"Babe? Please, come back to me, please" he begged, but you were not responding at all.

He touched your cheek, which made you flinch, screaming as you jumped away from him.

"Don't you fucking touch me, you freak!" you screamed. In your head it was him. It was as if he was touching you again. You could feel it, even after all these years. It was him. It was that fucker who broke you years ago.

This struck a nerve with Eddie, and he saw black. The nickname freak was something he never thought would come out of your mouth. And especially not with such spite. It was as if your words were laced with venom. But he knew deep down it wasn't directed at him. He knew, which made it even worse that it came out of your mouth. That nickname you knew broke him down years ago.

He didn't think clearly as he opened his mouth again to speak, insulting you with his words. His words clearly laced with venom as he did.

"Oh, so I'm a freak, huh? What about the girl who fucked her own fucking dad? I wonder which one of us is the real freak here, because normal people don't do that!" he spat at you, and he regretted it straight away, seeing how it managed to get you back to earth, and you backed away from him even more, your back hitting the wall as you struggled to breathe again.

"I'm so sorr.." he started, but you stopped him.

"Get. Out"

"But.."

"GET OUT!" you screamed at him, and he did. He didn't even question it a second time, but he was fuming with anger. He didn't even know what for. Was it because you called him a freak, or was it because he managed to hurt you without it being his intention at all?

You knew what the nickname did to him, but he also knew that you were.. You know what? It didn't even matter. He was sick of this, so he ran. He probably shouldn't have, but he didn't give a damn at that minute. He wanted to get away, he wanted to get away from you. And he certainly didn't wanna stand by and get scolded for trying to help again.

He slammed the door so hard on his way out, making you flinch even more as your knees became weak, giving out under you.

How could your relationship even survive this?

Eddie drove until he couldn't see the road anymore through his tears. He was so mad. He didn't know if he was mad at himself, or if he was mad at you or the situation in itself. No, that was a lie. He hated himself so fucking bad. He used your past against you in the split of a fucking second, and he knew what everyone else in your life has ever done when you've opened up to them.

Eddie needed help. He needed help to say sorry to you. To show you how much he hated what he had done to you, but he couldn't turn around now. He needed time away to clear his head, and he knew someone who was good at listening when he needed it to. He just wished that he wouldn't turn his back on Eddie now that he needed it the most.

And you didn't know what to do. You have no idea how long you stood there completely frozen in time. You flinched when the door slammed after Eddie, and when you came to yourself again, the dark outside had started lightened slightly. The sun was on her way up, and you blinked away the last few tears that were stuck in your eyes as you shuddered slightly from the cold around you.

You felt the urge to do something. You could feel your brain getting darker and darker. You couldn't think clearly as your legs carried you to the door, locking it, before they carried you to the kitchen, picking up the pain killers after the accident Eddie had a few months back, and into the bathroom. You started the water before you laid down in the bathtub, wanting to end it all.

"You need to show her you're sorry, man, nothing else works" Steve said as he choked on a bit of smoke from the cigarette he was smoking as Eddie's leg bounced where he sat, dumping another cigarette into the ashtray as he lit another.

"I don't know how, I feel as if I ruined everything"

"I know, but you love her, don't you? You didn't really mean what you said, did you?" Steve asked carefully, not wanting to trigger Eddie as he saw how of a fragile state Eddie was in.

He just shook his head as he inhaled almost half of his cigarette before exhaling the smoke.

"No, but it was so out of pocket of me to say that shit man"

"Listen, I don't know what to tell you, because I don't know what you actually told her, but I know for a fact that she loves you. She has never opened up to anyone like she has done you, Eddie, and the way she looks at you, oh man, that's the purest form of love I've seen in ages"

This made Eddie relax just a tiny bit. But he had this feeling deep down in his gut that there was nothing to fix soon if he didn't hurry home to show you how sorry he was.

"You sure?" he asked Steve as he looked at him, dumping the cigarette into the ashtray as he jumped up from the couch, pacing back and forth.

Steve just nodded at him, giving him a smile.

"Shit, I really need to get home" Eddie said as he looked out the window. Seeing the sun creeping up between the trees in the backyard, as Steve ushered him out the door.

"Save her. Save your relationship. Please." Steve added as Eddie nodded, running to his car as he drove home again.

Something was terribly wrong. He could feel it.

And he wasn't wrong. The entire floor of the trailer was filled with water as he entered. Shit, shit, shit.

He ran to the bathroom, but you weren't there. Fuck. This was not good.

Little did he know that you were at the hospital when he came home. You were on the phone with Robin before you went into the bathroom. Robin became so scared for you, she begged Nancy to drive her to you so she could check up on you. You didn't sound like yourself, and something about the entire call made Robin feel uneasy about it all. And she was right. There was something wrong. She was just happy you had given her and Nancy each their own key to the trailer, so she was able to lock herself in. But the sight of you in the bathtub was not something she was ready for.

"Nance, help me!" she screamed at Nancy which was just outside the door, since Robin said she wanted to check on you herself.

Nancy came bargin in the bathroom door as Robin struggled to get you out of the bathtub, storming to help her.

"We need to get her to the hospital!"

Nancy checked for your pulse, and it was there, but faintly. If it weren't for them coming at the time they did, you would've been long gone by now.

"Steve, she's not here, and the entire trailer is filled with water from the bathtub!" Eddie exclaimed into the phone, making Steve whince slightly from how loud he spoke.

"Calm down, you sure she's not in the trailer?"

"Yes, for fuck sake man! This trailer ain't that god damn big!" he was starting to get angry now, and it pissed him off that Steve was so calm about it all. If only Eddie knew how stressed Steve actually was. But he couldn't show Eddie he was, or else he would freak out even more.

He needed to know where you were, and that fast.

"Tried asking Robs?" Steve said calmly. Shit, how have he not thought of calling Robin or Nancy, your two best friends. But out of everyone, he called fucking Steve. Which he knew didn't know where you were.

"Let me call Robs, and you call Nance, okay?" Steve said calmly, and Eddie nodded into the phone, not thinking about the fact that Steve couldn't see him.

"Shit, yes, bye" he ushered as he hang up the phone, on his way to call Nancy as the phone rang before he could dial her number.

"I don't have time for thi..."

"She's here" Hopper said into the phone, abruptly stopping Eddie from barking more into the phone.

"Where's here?"

"Hospital" Hopper announced as the line went dead. Eddie was already on his way to the hospital, his eyes foggy with tears as he could barely focus on the road. Shit, get your shit together, get to her in one piece.

Fuck, this was not good.

He barely managed to stop his car at the hospital before he opened the door to barge into the hospital. He needed to know you were okay, and his mind was storming with emotions as he ran to the front desk, basically screaming your name to the nurse behind it.

She told him your room, a bit frightened of his outburst, and he almost flew through the corridor, onto the right floor as he stopped right in front of your door. Hoping for the absolute best to meet him when he opened the door.

Robin, Nancy and Hopper were there already when he opened the door. Go figure, but oh how happy he was to see them all. Hopper came towards him, with a sad look on his face as he catched a small glimpse of you in the bed, a tube down your throat to help you breathe as Nance and Robin held each of your hand on either side of the bed.

"She's stable, but she's not awake yet" Hopper said, barely loud enough for Eddie to notice what he said, but loud enough nonetheless before he let Eddie pass to you. His feet barely moving him forward as he took in the sight of you in the bed. The sight breaking his heart into thousand pieces. Nancy coming to his side to lead him to the side where she was sitting beside your bed.

"It's okay, Eds, we know what happened, Hopper told us"

But you didn't know how foul I was with her.

He sat down beside you as he took your hand into his own, rubbing soft circles on your palm as he tried to focus on not crying. Again.

"I'm so sorry baby, I should've never left you, I'm sorry" he whispered, biting back tears as he did.

He have no idea how long he sat there, just holding your hand, feeling the pulse of your heart beating, trying to relax and be happy that you were still alive. Still with him. He wanted to thank Robin and Nancy when they told him how they found you. But he just couldn't. He was so mad at himself for leaving you.

"I'm so fucking sorry, please, come back to me, please, please, please, I can't live without you princess, I'm so fucking sorry" he whispered through his tears, holding onto your hand.

He must have fallen asleep, which he didn't even remember, but he woke up, still holding onto your hand in the chair beside your bed. But he woke up from you removing your hand from his, which made him panic.

"Baby?" he spoke softly, noticing how you were looking around the room, your eyes barely open, but open enough to notice you were awake.

"Hi, I'm here, it's okay, you're safe" he said softly, lifting himself up from the chair slightly to hover over you to brush some loose strands of hair from your face, cupping your cheek when he was done, which made you whince away from him.

It hurt seeing you this startled, but he tried to keep his cool, remembering how you ended up there in the first place.

"It's me, it's Eds" he reassured you, which made you relax once you heard his voice.

You couldn't talk, but you wanted to. Your throat hurt, but you were happy to be staring into your boyfriend's eyes, a single tear running down your cheek, but he wiped it away carefully as he smiled at you.

"I'm here, and I'm not leaving, but I have to tell the nurses you're awake"

"Don't bother, already done" Hopper said from across the room as Eddie's head shot to the side where he was standing as a nurse came into the room to check on you.

"Good to see you're awake" the nurse said as she did her check up, replacing the tube in your throat with oxygen up your nose instead before leaving the room again to fetch a doctor or whatever. Eddie didn't care what she did, because you were back with him again. You were alive, and he promised himself to get better at watching out for you. He would never leave your side ever again after this.

"Fuck baby, never scare me like that again, please" Eddie begged softly, brushing your cheek as you leaned into his touch, welcoming the affection he was giving you.

"I'm so fucking sorry, for everything" he said after a while, his tears uncontrollable as he tried to compose himself. You groggily coming back to earth as your entire body shuddered with cold.

It took you some time to get back to yourself, but when you did, you couldn't do anything but to wrap your arms arounds Eddie's neck, crying into his neck as he wrapped his arms around you, letting you cry.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry" he cried with you, feeling such guilt it could strangle him alive. He felt awful for what he said to you, and he felt awful for leaving you when you needed him the most.

"You know I love you, right?" Eddie asked after a while, drying both your tears as he sat up, you scooting over in bed to make room for him, and he noticed what you wanted him to do.

He climbed into bed with you, letting you cuddle close to him, wrapping his arms around you as softly as he could as you let him embrace you.

"I'll leave you kids alone for a minute" Hopper announced before he left the room.

"I'm sorry" you spoke softly into Eddie's chest, which made him chuckle.

"You don't need to say sorry, princess, I was so in the wrong, and I regret it so fucking much." he said, placing a soft kiss to the top of your head as he inhaled the scent of you.

"I am truly fucking sorry for being a douchebag towards you. I should've known better, so sorry, it will never happen again, I promise you"

"I love you"

"I love you more" he said, before you fell asleep in his arms again, feeling as safe as ever.

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Things That Go Hump In The Night

October 19th: Werewolf!Steve

Kinktober 2022

Summary: You come across a furry friend

Warnings: (Minors DNI 18+ only) smut, blood, biting, daddy kink, breeding

A/N: So this is the alternative for the previous Vampire Eddie fic but with Werewolf Steve instead, that’s why the beginning is the same. I’ve marked when the new chapter starts so you can skip passed the old stuff if you read the previous chapter.

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You let out a pained groan as you peel your eyes open but the harsh fluorescent light causes you to immediately snap them shut.

What happened?

As your mind starts to clear of the fog of unconsciousness you realise that you’re currently laying on a very uncomfortable floor. You heave out a sigh as you roll onto your side and sit up, instantly grabbing your head as a sharp pain throbs through your temples.

You take a deep breath as you try to remember what happened last night. It was the weekend so you decided to go out with some work friends to unwind.

There was some drinking involved.

You honestly didn’t want to go but you’d just moved to the area and didn’t want to be impolite.

A few months prior an old friend from school sent you a link to a small town where the housing was cheap and the pay rate was high, to say you were skeptical would be an understatement. This place seemed like a dream come true, so what was the catch?

Well, according to some research, back in the 80s there was a neighbouring town, Hawkins, where a number of strange incidents happened, ranging from missing kids, chemical leaks, Russian spies and even cult stuff. In March of 86’ there was an earthquake that split the town and big clouds of ash and sulphuric gases spewed out like an active volcano.

Because the air was toxic, and due to the earthquake, more people died or went missing never to be found again so they forced an evacuation. Kind of like Chernobyl, most people couldn’t even collect their most precious items before they were being escorted out.

The U.S government built a large steel wall to fence in Hawkins, apparently months after the event people would try to sneak in and would inevitably never be seen again. They have a 24/7 U.S military surveillance and, according to some conspiracy sites, a private military group that monitor the fence line.

You thought it all seemed a bit much, it’s almost been forty years for Christ sake, but people were stupid and it technically didn’t effect you so it wasn’t really your issue.

When you were travelling to the small town the roads were barren and in bad shape, you were also shocked to see the large black plume of smoke that towers into the sky. Sure you’d seen pictures but seeing it in person was much more alarming.

According to some ‘survivor stories’ the smoke was so thick it was like constant night in Hawkins.

You found a few Reddit subs about conspiracies and there was a user who posted a lot in the different groups, ‘HawkinsHero86’, they posted stories about growing up in Hawkins.

You ended up reading a lot of their entries but had to stop because you were freaking yourself out. It started like fun stories but then it went into nightmare territory — creatures with no faces, teens being turned into pretzels, cult leaders, kids with superpowers, the creepy list was endless.

You closed the browser and for a few weeks you forgot all about Hawkins and the creatures that came from the lab, but your friend sent you a link to a job opening and you snatched it right up.

You surmised that the reason housing was cheap and pay was high was because of the negativity that’s spurred from all the rumours but you weren’t going to let it ruin an opportunity for a fresh beginning for you. Living expenses were high in the city so if you buckled down and saved your money from this new job you could pave your way to a brighter future.

After a few weeks of being in the small town you’d learnt a lot. First of all: the job you had was mundane, secondly: there’s a large facility between this town and Hawkins that constantly monitors the hell scape around the clock and thirdly: the locals were very… weird.

It was hard to make friends with the locals, and you haven’t really, the friends you made at work were all out of towners like yourself who were lured in by money. The locals were standoffish and only talked to you if they really had to and even then it was one worded replies.

The building you were staying in was payed by the company you work for, you found it odd that a job where all you do is the bare minimum would pay for your housing. You work at the local hospital as a lunch lady. Everyone in the apartment building had similar minor jobs like your own, cleaning, cooking etc. it was strange but you didn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Not even when you were driving home one night and got lost, you came across a large fenced off field that was filled with hundreds of cars. Some old some new, considering there’s maybe two hundred locals in the town this came off as a red flag but maybe because you’re young and stupid or maybe it’s because it all felt unreal to you but for some reason you believed nothing bad was going to happen and stuff like this only happens in the movies.

That’s why you ignored the warnings of “don’t stay out too late, you never know what wild things run about at night,” or the looks of pity and emptiness on the locals faces, you were only going to be here for a short while anyway.

Now that’s you’re sitting in a white tiled room you’re filled with regret for not listening to your gut.

The room was small and empty, there was a mirror that took up a majority of one of the walls, and you suspect in was two ways, with a camera in the corner. You slid back until your body made contact with the wall and observed the tiny prison.

After a few minutes there was a unpleasant crackling that filled the room followed by a mysterious voice.

“Ah, you’re awake?” You bite back the urge to reply with sarcasm, there’s a beat of silence as they wait for your reply but when they realise none is coming the continue on, “I’m sure you’re very confused, we hope to clear things up very soon we just require a bit more time,” the voice is sickly sweet, “please bare with us.”

The crackling ceases and and you’re once again left in silence as you wait. You want to bang on the door and mirror and scream to be let out but you doubt that would do anything other then exhaust your energy.

You’re not sure how much time passed before two men entered the room, fully dressed in white and wearing matching scowls. You stand up instantly but stay rooted to the floor.

“Come here,” the one of the left orders you, his voice gruff. You clench your jaw and stand straighter.

If they want you they have to come and get you.

The one who spoke lets out a sigh of annoyance, not happy with your defiance, as the other man stalks towards you.

The small bit of bravery you felt earlier instantly dissipates as the large orderly towers over you, not quick enough to fight back you’re grabbed and dragged from the room.

The walk through building is slightly disorienting, there’s so many twists and turns and everything looks the same, you’re honestly surprised these men know where they’re going.

You arrive at a set of double doors, after a keycard is scanned you’re hauled into a large room with other people — prisoners?

You’re quick to realise the prisoners are all the people from your apartment complex, you furrow your forehead in confusion as you stand idle in the middle of the room. At least nine others reside in the room with you.

You go to walk over to one of the people, Tori, you’ve gotten closest with but before you can a man wearing a three piece suit in a lab coat enters the room, followed by a few armed orderlies.

You instinctively step back toward the farthest wall and try to make yourself look as small as possible, unfortunately there’s a few male prisoners who try to act tough and end up getting a knock to the nose from the butt of the gun.

“Let’s not erupt into chaos,” the voice from the doctor (?) matches the one from the intercom. “My name is Doctor Yuri and I’m sure you’re all wondering why you’re hear.”

There’s a few scoffs from around the room from the more braver captives and Dr. Yuri smirks at their response.

“36 years ago there was an incident in Hawkins,” he starts to explain, “you see, our reality is not the only one out there.”

You scrunch up your face in confusion and a quick glance around the room shows you’re not the only one confused.

“There is a reality right next to ours, it’s been affectionately dubbed ‘The Upside Down’,” he continues, still not making much sense, “this reality mirrors our own almost completely except for a few minor details.”

He takes a long pause as everyone, including yourself, waits impatiently for him to continue.

“In this reality instead of people there are monsters, it’s dark and cold and twisted’,” he goes quiet for a few seconds, “there were those who tried to stop the incident and those who tried to continue so they could study it, unfortunately both were not prepared for what was on the other side… Pure evil.”

Your mind is spinning with the information and you can’t help but notice that a few things sound familiar to what the Reddit user was saying.

“After a great battle on both sides unfortunately ‘The Upside Down’ won. It claimed Hawkins and a lot of the citizens but for the brave few that tried to fight against them they were met with a fate worse then death,”… “they became monsters themselves.”

The room is silent as you all try to comprehend the situation. This all seems like a plot to a poorly written story not real life.

“We’re not sure exactly what happened after Hawkins was lost but we know the monsters are strong,” Dr. Yuri looks pensive for a moment and before he continues he’s interrupted.

“Why not just bomb them?”

“Yeah, or send the army in?”

Dr. Yuri looks annoyed, “do you really think we’ve not tried that!” He snaps, “it only makes them stronger, the vines feed from the energy of the weapons and that causes them to grow and the soldiers, well, the soldiers feed the monsters.”

The explanation causes the room to fall silent once again.

“We’ve struck a deal of sorts with them,“ Dr. Yuri’s voice is quiet, “if we provide them with… certain things they will not become a threat to us.”

You nervously chew on your fingernails, the more he speaks the less sense he makes but the gist you’re getting from this is: you’re gonna die today.

“W-what ‘things’?” Someone braver then you asks.

“I believe you all know,” Yuri speaks, he sounds slightly guilty.

Once the information is processed in everyone’s minds the room erupts into chaos. Screaming and cursing from both sides as the prisoners try to rush the guards or escape the room.

You sink to the floor and crawl along the sides of the room towards the exit, praying that due to the scuffle you may pass unnoticed. You let out a gasp as a someone falls next to you, their body convulsing as 1,200 volts of electricity shocks through them and leaves them incapacitated.

You watch as others fall to the same fate and before you can get close you feel a hot sting begin to pulse through your veins as you fall back onto the cold floor while volts of electricity shock you into submission.

It takes probably half an hour and a handful more of taser ‘demonstrations’ before the prisoners give up the fight. You admit after the first shock you didn’t put up an fight after that.

“Think of this as helping your fellow man,” Dr. Yuri says when the room has calmed down, “your sacrifice is for a noble cause.”

With those final words he leaves the room and more armed guards come in, though this time instead of using their tasers they hold full automatic weapons in their hands.

You tense as everyone is rounded up like cattle and marched back through the confusing halls of the facility, you’re then lead to an large elevator that takes you deep underground.

You’re all forced out into a long, dark, cement corridor that seems endless, before anyone can ask what’s going on the doors shut on the elevator and several sci-fi looking iron doors close over the opening. There’s no possible way to access the elevator or the shaft from this end.

The only way forward is through the tunnel.

Every one stands in place and looks around the area in confusion before Dr. Yuri can be heard over the intercom, “you must leave the tunnel, if you don’t the guards will come back down and they will force you to vacate.”

You walk like zombies onward, everyone too afraid to speak. It all seems unbelievable, it doesn’t make sense. You heard stories about rich people hunting the poor for sport and that’s exactly what this feels like.

Your head spins with the array of information forced upon you in such a small amount of time. You wrap your arms around your chest, the chilly air of the tunnel causing goosebumps to rise under your thin sweater, the cries and sniffles of the others reverberate off the cement walls only serving to add to the misery. You feel as though you’re walking to the electric chair, and in someways you were.

After walking, for what feels like forever, you come across a metal door, once opened it reveals a narrow staircase that’s only wide enough for everyone to walk in single file.

No one wants to be first, you all stand there for a few seconds waiting for someone to be brave and take the lead but no one does.

You suck in a deep shuddering breath deciding to just do it, waiting for death seems more painful then what’s to come.

You ascend the metal staircase, cringing every time your step causes the steel to creak and after several long minutes you finally reach the top.

The landing is enough for a few of you to huddle together and you wait for the others to join you, most of them seem content on dragging their feet.

When everyone has gathered by the top of the stairs you turn towards the door, a fresh wave of terror and dread crashes through your body and gathering by the postures and facial expressions on the groups face you know you’re not the only one feeling it.

You reach forward and pull down the thin metal door handle and wince as the it makes a loud, almost ear piercing, squeak that carry’s out amongst the trees. When you step over the threshold, away from the small comfort that the tunnel provided, you quickly survey the area.

The exit from the tunnel looks like a small cement outhouse and it’s surrounded by forest on all sides. The woods are dark and there’s a multitude of strange noises bouncing off the trees making it seem like you’re surrounded, and for all you know you are.

You let out a gasp and step back as a dark figure runs through the shadows, so quick it couldn’t possibly be human, but so large it couldn’t possible be an animal.

“What? What was it!” Someone harshly whispers from behind you.

“S-something is out there,” you point to the area where you saw the figure run to as your eyes dart all around.

You hear some cursing and will yourself to calm down. This won’t be so bad if you keep a level head about you.

Unfortunately there’s not enough time to calm down because seconds later a blood curdling scream is heard from behind you and when you whip around you see a large pale creature on top of one of the men and is mauling his neck.

Everyone, including yourself, scatters into different directions into the woods. You feel a pang of guilt over leaving someone behind to die but as of the moment your mind can barely comprehend what exactly it was you just saw.

You keep running in hopes of reaching a road or a town so you can hide but so far it’s just more woods. You run until your lungs start to burn and your thighs are chafing but the image of the monster back there fuels your adrenaline.

You skid to an immediate halt when you’re met with a literal crossroads, you kneel down and crouch behind a log as you clutch your chest from exhaustion. You were no athlete. You can hear blood in your ears and as sweat trickles down your forehead and you fight to level your breathing.

The left path is dark, really dark, the vines are more twisted and gnarled and there’s a soft fog rising from the floor of the woods.

The right path however is less dark and less… vine-y but now that your breathing has calmed down you can hear a deep growling coming from the path.

Your hands are now shaking against your chest as you struggle to pick the lesser of two evils.

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The fog to the left has started to come in thick, so thick you can’t even see the trees anymore, there’s also sticks snapping and weird noises coming from that path so you pick the right path and pray to a deity that you don’t believe in that it’s the right path.

You rush through the thicket of dead, spindly trees, being careful to step over large vines protruding from the dirt as you wander further into the dank woods. You hear a growl to the left of you but it’s not like the one you heard earlier from the pale creature, that one was more high pitched, this growl sounded like it came from the chest, deep and rumbling.

You immediately turn to the noise and let out a yelp at the four-legged creature, in your attempts to back away slowly you end up ungraciously falling. You land with a thud as you scramble away from the large dark shadow until your back is pressed against the rough bark of a tree.

You cringe in fear as two unblinking gold, glowing eyes stare down at you and whimper when it starts to move menacingly closer.

You snap your eyes shut tight as tears trail down your face and curl your fingers into the dirt and wait for death to strike you down. You just pray that it’s fast and painless.

There’s a hot breath on your face and you turn to the side when you feel the warmth of the creature as it steps over your legs, you’re momentarily confused as you feel fur lightly grazing your calves.

You sit there waiting for the thing to make it’s move, seconds feel like hours, when you suddenly feel a wet tongue on your cheek. You let out an undignified squeal and flinch back, wincing when your head makes contact with the tree.

“Ow,” you mumble, forgetting for a second about the creature only inches from your face.

You feel a huff of warm air hit your face and your attention instantly returns to the large wolf?

“Ooooh my go-od,” you stutter as the demon dog watches you carefully with piercing eyes, “um, hello…”

You talk to It in a calming voice like you would a spider or a small child, trying to convey you mean It no harm when once again another puff of hot air is blown on your face… almost like this thing is laughing at you.

“Are you, uh, are you gonna hurt me?” You speak slowly still not a hundred percent sure on what is going on.

Though you’re not given much time to ruminate when It leans forward and licks your face again, this time the wet appendage covers the whole cheek in a thick layer of slobber.

“Okay, okay!” You huff a laugh as you push at Its chest, the wolf is very tall that it has to lean its head down to make eye contact with you.

You feel a light breeze on your ankles, kind of like It’s wagging It’s tail and you can’t help but crack a barely-there smile.

You spend a few moments in silence, both taking the time to size up the other when you end up making intense eye contact.

His eyes are large and almost… human?

Before you can follow that thought process a branch snapping just a few meters away grab both your attention.

The wolf is quick to take up a fighting stance, fully facing the tall pale creature as you scramble to your feet. The creature starts to walk towards you slowly but is instantly stopped as the wolf lunges in front of you and lets out a deep, threatening growl, you swear you can feel the vibrations in your chest at the sound.

The creature instantly stops in its tracks but keeps its empty face pointed in your direction, you assume it’s watching you in someway. You stay deadly still and wait to see who makes the first move as your eyes dart around your surroundings in hopes of finding an easy path if you have to run.

The pale creature risks it all and moves insanely fast in your direction but even with the long gangly limbs it’s not quick enough as the wolf tackles the monster just before it can swipe you with its horrific sharp claws.

The wolf tears into the creatures side and a black substance oozes from the wound, blood surely, with a terrifying ear piercing screech the thing cries out. The wolf rips onto its neck silencing it permanently and for a few blissful seconds you feel a little relieved.

That is until several shrieks can be heard all around you, to say your heart dropped out your ass would be an understatement. You let out a whimper and move closer to the wolf who looks around the woods with sharp eyes.

A growl from the wolf has you snapping your gaze to the left where several creatures start to emerge, all on four legs, though these ones do not resemble a wolf.

Fear starts to overcome you and your hands start to shake violently as the creatures are joined by more just like them.

There’s a tense calm before the storm as they gather together and without any visible warning they all lunge towards you and the wolf together.

The wolf scratches one and sinks it’s teeth in to another but you don’t wait around to see how this fight pans out, you turn tail and run in the opposite directions. You feel a pang of guilt over leaving the wolf there alone but you figure it knows what it’s doing… you however do not.

The sounds of the fighting start to get fainter the more you sprint away from it but you with a quick glance backwards you catch a glimpse of two of the creatures on your heels.

You feel dread start to overcome you but when you break through as small thicket of bushes and your feet make contact with tar you feel a small bit of relief.

Just up ahead of the road you see a gas station so you muster all the energy you can and push forward, you run passed the building and head towards the small tin mechanics shed and quickly push the door closed and latch it until it’s firmly locked.

You let out a small cry as the creatures ram against the metal trying to get in and as the noises get louder you slip into fight or flight mode.

You look around the dark space for anything that could be of use, there’s a car covered in vines but you feel like that wouldn’t be in driving condition so you call that Plan B. On one of the work benches it’s filled with wrenches and car parts but nothing large or sturdy enough to help you.

With shaky hands you flip and push away indiscernible papers and documents until you make contact with a small box of matches, you let out a barely audible noise of happiness which switches to a curse as you drop the box on the ground. You get on your hands and knees, it’s so dark in the garage you can barely see so you heavily rely on feeling around, you try to focus on positive things whenever your fingers make contact with something wet and squishy.

Before you can find any matches the metal door breaks away with a loud crash that has you skidding back, thankfully you’re hidden behind the car so the creatures haven’t seen you yet… but since they can’t see you, you can’t see them either.

You quietly rest your front half against the cold cement floor and look underneath the car, you bite your lip to still the whimper as you see the legs of one of the creatures.

Where’s the other one?

You don’t have a chance to look around before you feel something slimy and thick dribbling down your cheek.

You snap your head back and let out a scream when the creature leaps from the roof of the car to the spot right in front of you. Without much time to think you open the drivers seat door and quickly slam it behind you, managing to close it just before you’re scratched.

There’s not time to feel relieved as the creature starts throwing itself against the window trying to get in. The other creature follows it’s lead and jumps onto the hood of the car and begins to slam its body against the windshield, your breath catches in your throat as the glass starts to crack, you turn to climb over the back when almost simultaneously the window and the windshield smash at the same time.

As both creatures fight to get to the back you manage to open the door with trembling hands and fall out onto the hard cement, you kick the door shut and it smacks against the face of one of the dogs. You scrunch up your face when you feel a thin piece of wood beneath your fingers and quickly grab the match before crawling over to the fuel tank, you uncap it before striking the match against your shoe and drop it into the nozzle before turning and running towards the entrance.

There’s only a slight chance that will work and for a few panic induced seconds you’re convinced it didn’t but a loud explosion from behind followed by an intense force thrusting you forward against the gravel shows you it did.

You let out a hiss as you push yourself up, there’s no way those creatures didn’t hear that, and wipe your scraped and bloody hands on your jeans, whimpering as a few sharp rocks dig into your palms a bit.

You hear a sickening howl from behind and you snap your eyes to the garage that’s now engulfed in flames, one of the creatures stumbles out, completely on fire, before falling dead to the ground.

Your victory is short lived as shrieks and growls can be heard getting closer.

You’re about ready to give up when a hand grabs your forearm and you let out a startled cry. You throw around your fists, slapping and punching the offender but in reality you’re probably not causing much damage.

“Hey, calm down!” The voice is aggressive but hearing another human being has you stopping your assault.

You feel your mouth open and close like a fish out of water as your eyes meet with the prettiest brown ones you’ve ever seen, they’re so warm and… familiar.

Unfortunately a growl that’s too close for comfort ruins the moment for you and the man in front of you laces his fingers with yours before leading you away from the noise.

You ran for what seems like hours, your lungs are burning and you’re gasping for breath. You start to stumble a bit which caused the man to grind to a halt.

“What’s wrong?” His voice is gravelly from not talking but he turns to you and quickly looks over your body.

“‘What’s wrong?’” You scoff as you drop his hand and hunch over to catch your breath. “Oh boy, where to start,” you sarcastically reply.

As harsh as your tone is you’re extremely relieved to find another survivor.

“C’mon,” he nods his head in a direction and you both start to move again, this time at a slower pace.

You spend the next however long observing the man from the back, you scrunch your nose up and you try to remember him. You didn’t personally know all of the captives but you had seen them around the apartment building but you’ve never seen him.

He’s the prettiest man you’ve ever seen so you definitely would remember him.

When you start walking down a barren street you notice that the man is walking with a slight limp, his hand clutching his ribs. It’s hard to distinguish injuries in the dark and you don’t want to risk saying something until you’re safe so you continue to watch him until he turns up a steepish driveway.

There’s not a lot of houses in the street and the house you’re walking towards is hidden by a few trees. You assume you’re going to go inside the building but to your surprise the man makes a turn and heads towards a metal box.

On closer inspection you notice two large doors and realise it’s a storm shelter, he throws open one of the doors and you wince as the squeaking of the hinges bounce around off the trees.

He nods his head towards the stairs and you nod before descending. Instant relief floods through your veins when you reach the bottom and the room is filled with a warm glow from the camping lantern.

The shelter isn’t that big and the floor is entirely made up of mattresses, pillows and blankets. It looks more like a giant nest.

You kick off your shoes, not wanting to add more dirt then necessary to the pile as you make your way over to the wall closest to the lantern.

You hear the man close the door before quickly hopping down the stairs, he gives you a disarming smile before removing his shoes and heading over to a small adjacent room, first glance shows you it’s a bathroom.

He grabs a box from under the sink and walks over and sits down directly in front of you and makes a start to clean your wounds.

Now that you’re in a relatively safe environment your body has started to come down from the adrenaline and you’re exhausted. Your limbs are heaving and so are your eyelids, you can definitely fall asleep but the sharp sting from your palms has your eyes shooting back open. The man gives you an apologetic look before applying ointment and bandaging up the wounds.

Once finished he doesn’t let go of your palms, you look down at the conjoined hands with heated cheeks, your hands are tiny in his, but the feeling of comfort soothes your racing heart.

He seems reluctant to let go but judging by the hiss of pain he lets out when removing his shirt you’re guessing he also needs to be patched up.

When you move to clean him he gently pushes your hands away with a soft smile, you stare at him in confusing as he only used a bandage to stop the bleeding when clearly he needs stitches but almost like he can sense you’re about to say something he places his hand on the back of yours and squeezes in reassurance.

You gathered by now, with the personalised bunker, that whoever this guy is he’s been here a long time. He chucks you a surprisingly clean shirt and turns away to give you some privacy as you change out of your dirty clothes. You don’t want to tell him you’re done, talking, even whispering seems too loud right now so you hope he can sense it.

And much to your surprise he does.

Later that night the lantern is off and you’re in complete darkness, it would be unbelievably terrifying if not for the warm presence of the man besides you.

And you mean warm warm. He’s like a furnace. Not that you’re complaining. Ever since arriving in the dystopian hell you’ve had a cold chill you haven’t been able to kick but as you lay here next to the Human Torch you feel the ice inside you start to thaw.

“Who are you?” Your quiet whisper sounds foreign to your ears but you push past it, “how long have you been here?”

“Does it matter?” He matches your volume and the timber in his voice has your heart fluttering in your chest.

“I guess not,” you’re laying on your back but you turn your head to look at him when you answer, “but I’d still like to know.”

There’s a stillness in the air as you wait a long time for a reply, you know he’s still awake but judging by the tense silence you’re sure he’s not going to answer you.

You were wrong.

“My name’s Steve,” his voice is even more quiet from before, “I’ve been here a very long time.”

He enunciates the ‘long’ at for some reason it makes your heart clench in… sadness?

You’ve only know this man for a few hours and barely spoken ten words to him but you feel this strong magnetic pull.

It’s very possible it could be from the fear, clutching on to anyone so you didn’t have to be here alone, but something deep insides you tells you that that’s not it.

“Hi Steve,” you greet before introducing yourself and he lets out a huff of amusement.

A huff that sounds weirdly familiar.

Just like the eyes.

No… it couldn’t be… right?

No, you’re just tired and your mind is exhausted.

You slowly turn your head to look at Steve and slightly jolt in place when you see he’s already staring at you… his eyes slightly glowing in the dark.

Your heart rate spikes but oddly enough it’s not from fear.

“Are you scared?” He’s already aware of the conclusion you’ve come to and most likely he can hear your heartbeat.

“No.” Your voice is firm, you’re not afraid, if anything you feel safer with him then you’ve ever felt in your life.

“Good.” You breath hitches as his eyes flicker down to your mouth, the air is thick and you all of a sudden are feeling too hot.

“Ste—“ your sentence is interrupted as the werewolf in front of you lunges forward, mouth smashing against yours in a heated kiss.

You lean further into him and he pulls you until you’re laying on top of him completely, you turn your head slightly and deepen the kiss as one of his hands remain on your waist and the other cups your cheek.

He pushes his tongue between your lips and you let out a desperate moan at the taste on his tongue — you split a chocolate bar earlier.

As his tongue moves against yours you bring your hips down against his absentmindedly as the desire and arousal starts to build up.

The growl he releases into your mouth is deep as he grinds his hips up against yours while using the hand on your waist to help you start a rhythm on his lap.

Every time your clit grinds over his cock you let out a small whimper which Steve happily swallows down, eager to devour anything you give him.

You move your hands under his shirt and rest them on his warm tummy, your fingers running over his hairy abdomen and you gasp as you notice his previous wounds from earlier are completely healed. He lets out a pleased hum as he continues to buck up into the warmth between your legs.

“Steve, please,” your whine is desperate but you don’t care you just need him.

“You sure, baby?” He pecks your lips as few times but never stops the movement from his hips.

“Please,” you nod eagerly, lips grazing against his as you swallow down every breath he takes, “need you inside me.”

You feel his growl vibrate through his chest and rumble against your, the motion causing electricity to strike down your spine to your core.

In a matter of seconds the clothes you’re wearing are torn from your body landing in shredded piles on the floor, Steve shows no remorse as he moves to kiss every new part of exposed skin, nipping and sucking as he goes.

He’s quick to strip down and you audibly gulp when you see the size of him, if you hadn’t known he was a monster before you would now.

He smirks at your shock before sitting his back against the wall and pulling you into his lap, when your bare pussy runs against his cock you moan out before leaning forward and wrapping your arms around his neck.

He noses at your jawline until you turn your head and he dives straight to the tendon on your neck and starts to suck a dark bruise on the soft skin, you pull at the ends of his hair near the nape of his neck as you grind down harder on his dick.

He groans into the bruise before moving his mouth lower and sucking an identical mark to match.

You continue a moderate pace on his lap, your arousal wetting his cock and making the glide a lot smoother, he lets out mixtures of growls and groans that tickle your throat as he litters it with bruises.

When he’s satisfied he pulls back and plants kisses all over your cheeks making you blush and giggle before pushing his face back.

“Wanna ride me, baby?” It’s not really a question but you clench around nothing anyway.

“Please,” you nod, biting your lip.

“‘Please,’ what?” His smirk is light and teasing and you let out a small amused scoff before answering.

“Please, Daddy!” You bat your eyelashes and let out an exaggerated moan in his ear but he’s satisfied as he bucks up against your heat.

“Good girl,” he praises and lightly slaps your left ass cheek, the motion causing your breath to hitch.

He doesn’t say anything about his newest discovery as he reaches down and lines his cock up with your entrance, rubbing his tip through your folds to gather your slick, it’s gonna be a bit of a tight fit so he wants to make it as comfortable as possible for you.

Your breath comes out in heavy pants as he inches into you bit by bit, the head was thick and it only gets thicker the more you take.

He kisses the corner of your eyes where tears are slowly gathering and whispers small praises into the skin of your cheek as he massages your waist.

When you make it half way down you pull off a little and start to fuck yourself on the top part of his member, hoping it will loosen you up a little bit.

“That’s it, baby,” Steve encourages as he helps lift you, “fuck my cock, take what you need.”

You clench around his throbbing length and he lets out a moan at the tight feeling, he closes his eyes as he reins in his urges to fuck up into your womb.

Very soon you’ve almost managed to fit the entire length of him inside you but your legs are getting tired and you’re growing impatient so you decide fuck it before seating yourself entirely on his lap.

You cry out in pleasure and pain as your pussy burns at the stretch and his tip rubs against your cervix, Steve lets out an animalistic howl as he buries his head into your neck and bites down hard.

A flood of arousal drenches your pussy and drips down his cock as you hiss out at the sting of his teeth but seconds later the pain is replaced with a blinding pleasure and you have the incredible urge to be connected with Steve forever.

Almost in unison Steve lifts you by your waist as you sit up, he leans back and slots his mouth against yours as he brings your hips harshly down until he bottoms out again. Your cries of pleasure are muffled by his lips and he quickly starts a rhythm as he bounces you on his cock.

You let him manhandle you and use you how he pleases, a warm thought passes through you that you’d be happy if he only uses your pussy to get himself off and leaves you wet and desperate for him all night.

There’s a blinding light behind your eyes every time his tip makes contact with your cervix, the room his filled with deep groans and whimpers along with the slapping of his thighs making contact with yours and the wet sounds of his cock pounding your tight hole.

“Gonna fill you up,” he moans as he moves his hand to your chest, thumb flicking your nipple, “fuck my pups into you,” you let out a debauched moan at the thought, “have you barefoot and pregnant for the rest of your life,” he voice takes on a whine at the end as he wraps his lips around your nipple and sucks hard.

You throw your head back and let moans and whimpers freely fall from your mouth as you envision your future with Steve, somehow the image of being bred by him doesn’t turn you off, in fact it has the opposite effect.

“You’re mine,“ he bites down on your nipple before pulling away and cupping your face until your eyes are locked with his, “say it.”

His voice is deep and commanding and it makes your pussy twitch around him and you instantly follow his orders.

“I’m yours, Steve,” you moan.

“You belong to me?” He asks as his fucks up into you a little harder.

“Yes,” you nod, “I belong to you!”

“You’ll let me fill your pretty little womb with my pups?” His voice still has a hard edge but it’s softened a little.

“Want you to breed me, Steve,” your whine turns to a moan when his eyes darken considerably.

“My pretty whore,” he whispers against your lips before inviting you into a deep heated kiss, this one more passionate then the last few.

“Can I cum, Daddy?” You breathlessly beg against his lips when you pull away, your orgasm quickly building.

“Yes,” he smiles and rubs his nose against yours before moving his hand down to flick your clit.

Sparks shoot through your body to your core as you let out desperate cries of pleasure, Steve adds more pressure to your throbbing nub as he thrusts his hips up a little harder, driving his cock deeper inside you.

You arch your back, pushing your chest against his as pleasure overwhelms your body, your ears are filled with the sound of rushing blood and you can just make out the similar sounds of pleasure coming from Steve as he fucks your pussy to completion.

When your senses come back you’re slumped against Steve’s chest as your body lightly spasms in his hold, you’re both sweating and fighting for breath but there’s a smile on your face as you blissfully come down from your orgasm.

Steve’s hands rub soothingly up your back and you’re a little disappointed that you missed his climax but you figure there will be plenty of time to make up for that in the future.

Your pussy is sore from the beating it took but it’s the best pain you’ve ever felt, when you move to lift off his slowly softening member your brows furrow in confusion as you feel something bulbous at his base.

“Uh, what’s that?” Your voice cracks from over use, you don’t exactly understand werewolf biology.

“That’s, ah…” Steve seems a little embarrassed as he looks away from your face, a light dusting of red covering his cheeks, “that’s my… knot.”

“What—“

“It’s for when I get you pregnant,” the newfound confidence throws you off as he leans forward and pecks your lips, seductive Steve making a reappearance, “ plugs you up so my cum stays right here:”

He pats your lower abdomen and your pussy clenches around his soft cock at the implication, he hisses at the sensation, cock starting to harden again in interest but the smirk never leaves his face.

“Mine.” He leans in for another heated kiss and your mind starts to go hazy with arousal.

Yours.

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forever-rogue · 2 years

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Heya🥰 I’m unsure if you’re still taking requests for fics but I wondered if you could write something with an anxious reader that gets nervous/easily overwhelmed at parties or crowds in general and they don’t tell Steve this but he proves that he’s the best soft boyfriend because he notices and offers them comfort?🥺 I feel like a hug from Steve would make things feel right in a second.

AN | Best (Supportive) Boyfriend Stevie is back at it again🥺🥰

Warnings | None

Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 1.4k

Masterlist | Steve, Main

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Breathe deep. Exhale. In and out. In and out. There were three pictures on the wall, a bookcase that was crammed with books, and a record player. You closed your eyes in a vain attempt to ground yourself and drown out some of the noise that was all around you. It was becoming increasingly overwhelming with each passing moment.

There were people everywhere, laughing and singing and drinking. You were sitting on the couch, red plastic cup in your hand as you tried to stay calm. You wished Steve was with you, but you’d lost track of him somewhere in the house after you wandered off to use the bathroom. Even one of your friends would do, but they were nowhere to be found either. You’d planned on looking for a familiar face but with so many people and things happening all around, it all became a sensory overload.

Your plan was either to sit on the couch for the rest of the evening until someone came and rescued you, or to push through and wander outside. Just as you made up your mind that it was best to just go outside and get some fresh air, a long shadow blocked your light. You looked up and found Steve standing in front of you with a small smile on his face.

“Hi baby,” Steve knew you so well that you didn’t even have to tell him that anything was wrong. You looked up at him with big, soft doe eyes and he held out his hand to help you to your feet. You eagerly took it and he gently hoisted you to your feet, and you wasted no time in wrapping your arms tightly around him. He let out a small huff of laughter before he hugged you back just as fiercely.

“Stevie,” you whispered softly, burying your face into his neck and inhaling his familiar scent. It was a delicious combination of his cologne, the lingering scent of his laundry detergent, and his own natural musk. He pressed a kiss to the side of your head before gently pulling back so he could look at you. He could see your eyes were glossy with unshed tears and it made his heart hurt, “‘m sorry. I feel like I’m ruining your fun.”

“No, no, no,” he insisted softly, taking your face in his hands and wiping away the few tears that had rolled down your cheek, “you haven’t done anything. The only thing I’ve realized is that parties really aren’t my thing anymore…like at all.”

“Yeah?” you pouted and he nodded softly.

“Yeah…I’d much rather be spending the time with you,” your face lit up with happiness at his sweet words, “so much better. Wanna get outta here, angel?”

“Mhmm. Yes please, Stevie.”

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“Feeling better?” you nodded through the big bite of the burger you’d just taken. You swallowed before shoving a few fries into your mouth for good measure. Steve took a long drink from his milkshake as a happy, dopey little smile settled on his face. Nothing made him happier than seeing his girl happy.

After bidding goodbye to your friends and leaving the packed house, you already felt a million times better as soon as you stepped into the fresh air. When Steve suggested a stop at your favorite all night diner on the way back to his place, you’d jumped at the opportunity. Who were you to turn down Hawkins’ best burgers and fries? You’d have been a fool. And you were a lot of things, but you were no fool when it came to food.

That’s how you found yourself tucked into your regular booth, listening to Elton John in the background as you scarfed down delicious, greasy foods, and sat across from the person you loved most in the world.

“Definitely,” you offered him a sheepish smile as your face warmed up under his gaze. It wasn’t intense or intrusive, but there was something about the way he looked at you that always made it seem like he could see directly into your heart. You supposed, in a weird way, he probably could, “I-I ugh…I’m sorry if I was a downer tonight. I didn’t mean to ruin your fun.”

“You didn’t,” he insisted softly, nudging his foot against yours, “I swear.”

“Cross your heart and hope to die?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die,” he grinned at your little question, “I meant it, you know. That I would rather spend the time with you.”

“I know…” you took a long slurp of your own milkshake before letting out a long sigh, “it’s just that sometimes…I can’t help but wonder if sometimes I hold you back. Like…if you ever want to go out and do things. I worry that you won't go because of me. I want you to go out and do things.”

Sometimes you hated the fact that you had anxiety at all. It wasn’t like you chose to have it…it just happened. It wasn’t all the time, but definitely manifested worse some days than others. It was mostly large crowds or packed places that seemed to cause it to become worse. Today - the big party that someone you all vaguely knew was throwing - had caused your anxiety to creep up and left you feeling overwhelmed.

“I hope you know you never make me feel like that,” he scoffed playfully before reaching over and brushing a few locks of hair off your face, “my silly girl. You never hold me back from anything, you’re the one that’s always pushing me to do things. You’re always encouraging me, and I hope I give you that same encouragement back.”

“You do, Steve,” you reached across the table, put your hand on top of his and gave his a gentle squeeze, “there’s no one more supportive than you. And I mean it…you really are the best, and I love you more than I could ever put into words.”

“I love you too,” his face grew bashful as a pretty little flush of pink welled up in his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, “please don’t be so hard on yourself - we can’t control how our stupid brains work. I mean, I still get stupid nightmares over stuff that’s now…in the past.”

“Stevie,” you leaned in as close as possible with the table separating the two of you, and reached up to cup his cheek in your hand, “that is completely understandable. What you went through…it was horrible, all of it and you have seen and survived and done so much more than anyone ever should have to. It will get better with time, I know it will, but you can’t blame yourself for that.”

“See…” he whispered softly, “just like you can’t blame yourself for having anxiety.”

“Ahh,” you sat back in your seat and shook your head in amusement, “I see what you’re doing. Dr. Harrington is in the house today I see.”

“Hmmm, I could do even better if that’s what I was attempting to do,” he teased, his eyes soft with a mischievous glint to them, “but I’m just pointing out the obvious to you.”

“One of the many things I love about you,” you promised, “the fact that you always know how to talk sense into me.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” he promised, “among a million other things of course. Like lovin’ you, that’s my main priority.”

You looked at him with doe eyes that he was sure would be the death of him one day. How could he ever deny you anything? He couldn’t; it was pure and simple. You almost jumped out of your side of the booth and slid into his side, curling yourself into his side. He seemed surprised by your sudden burst of energy, but quickly wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You looked at him with nothing short of pure adoration before you took his face in your hands and leaned in to kiss him.

He tasted of syrupy sweetness from the waffles he’d eaten, and something that was indescribably him, and you almost melted into him. You could feel him smiling against your lips as he stole a few more saccharine kisses from you.

“What was that for?” his smile stretched from ear to ear as you just shrugged with a smile that matched his own.

“No reason,” you took his hand in yours and laced your fingers together, “I just really love you is all.”

“I really love you,” he brought your hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles, “angel.”

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