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what you heard : part one

synopsis: you start to develop feelings for your boyfriends dealer.

♪ what you heard — sonder ♪

cw: reader is a bisexual woman dating a man, brief descriptions of having sex with a man, weed, alcohol, ellie’s sexual thoughts, blink and you miss it mention of throwing up, a man being really mean and a bad boyfriend, gay girl drama, ellie is kind of a homewrecker but reader doesn’t technically cheat, but mentions of it. kind of angsty at times? a little?

an: whew this is kinda lengthy !! idk how many words so… don’t ask me :( i hope you all enjoy it! i’ll start writing part two asap!

Ellie didn’t hate any of her customers, no. That would be bad for business. She just simply… preferred some over the others. Louis was one of those customers that she wouldn’t exactly reserve her best weed for. Not originally, at least. He was like a lot of the other guys on campus, average. Brown hair with the same old outfits, love of sports, and friend group. She could find one hundred of him. She kept a pretty exclusive clients list, not wanting to overwhelm herself with business whilst she’s really trying this year to stay on top of her studies. He wasn’t the most polite, and he was always showing up without texting first — but he paid, and that was good enough to keep him on as a customer.

Alright, maybe that wasn’t really the reason Ellie kept him on as a customer.

She always liked to check out the social media accounts of the people she sold to, try and figure out what kind of person they were, who they knew, and if they seemed like the type to give her up if a cop came knocking. Also, simply put — the girl was nosy. Don’t let her nonchalant demeanour fool you, her Insta-stalking skills rivalled the FBI. She knew she probably shouldn’t, and she did feel a little weird doing it — scrolling on her bed one evening in a hoodie and basketball shorts, she typed in Louis’ name to the Instagram search bar.

He had one picture up of you, the rest were pictures of him and his friends at parties. Real classy, she thought. She clicked the picture, wondering what kind of girl would have to be desperate enough to go out with a guy this… meh, and oh… Oh. You were smoking hot. It was a halloween throwback, a basic couple costume with Louis dressed as the devil and you, ironically enough dressed as an angel. He kept his sweaty pink hand on the curve of your ass as the two of you laughed. She wondered what was funny. He got lucky, she thought. Very lucky.

Ellie tapped you, and a tag emerged on the screen with your name. Pretty name, of course. Private account — much to her disappointment.

It would be totally inappropriate to follow you, right? Her customers girlfriend. Ellie clicked her own profile, gazing at it thoughtfully. Her profile picture was a black screen, and she had zero pictures up on her account. She had a considerable amount of followers, given her reputation but she didn’t follow many back — just a few very loyal customers, and her best friends Jesse and Dina. It would be weird to follow you right? Yes. Very weird, Ellie. She closed out the app, and pretty much forgot about it.

It was always the same exchange with Louis. He turned up, either unannounced or 2 hours late — burp, demand weed whilst barely sparing Ellie a glance or a thank you, and then head out. She didn’t always mind — not being a huge fan of small talk anyway, though she could do without the burp. He’d had texted earlier in the day, asking — no, telling Ellie that he would be passing by to pick up his usual ‘at some point’. A quiet knock rapt at the door around 02:23PM. Ellie swung the door open, coming face to face with you.

“Hi… Ellie?” You smiled. Hopeful, sweet, even prettier in person. You were wearing a little sundress with the cheap thin material that hugged every curve on your body, and if she stared a little longer like she wanted to she’d start to border on creepy. Ellie cleared her throat, fighting out a greeting and praying it would come out relatively normal.

“Yeah.” Was what she landed on. Whatever, play it cool. Pretend you didn’t try and stalk her Instagram.

“Louis isn’t coming, the weed is for me and he told me where to buy from, so… hi.” You grinned before telling her your name like she didn’t already know it.

“Hey. I’m Ellie.” And with that, she stepped aside and let you in.

It was like you brought the sunshine in from outside with you, because as soon as you stepped into her room Ellie felt too warm in her grey hoodie. She pushed the sleeves up as your eyes flickered around her dorm, realised she felt stupid and pushed them back down.

“How much you want?” She was pulling out the metal box from her drawer, glancing up at you as your brows furrowed unsurely — thinking as you tugged at your glossed lip. Ellie tried not to stare.

“Uh—” You breathed, and it relaxed Ellie slightly to see that you seemed more nervous than she did somewhat— just for a different reason. “Louis told me to just ask for what he usually gets? I’m sorry, I’ve never bought my own weed before.” You cringed, and then cringed again at the word choice. Ellie smiled fade into a soft chuckle with a nod that said ‘I bet you haven’t.’ She should have guessed, when did pretty girls ever buy their own weed?

“You’re good. I know what his usual is.” Ellie reassured, digging around in the nuggets. She pulled a couple out, placing them down on her scale before bagging them up. You held out your hand unsurely, and she pressed the plastic baggie into it. Your mouth opened to say something, and Ellie’s hand froze above yours as she watched you — trying to work out what might be wrong. “What? Is this not…”

“No, sorry. It’s perfect. I assume. I’m not sure. I just… I don’t know how to roll these. Lou told me to buy my own weed seeing as I am the one who wanted to smoke and — it’s okay. I’ll just Google it.” You shook your head, feeling your cheeks turn warm at your own rambling. Ellie stopped you as you went to shove the baggie into her pocket with a calm smile, raising her eyebrows as if to say ‘Hey, it’s okay. Chill.’

“I can roll it for you. It’s no biggie.”

You visibly relaxed, and Ellie could tell because of the way your chest collapsed slightly, not suffocating your tits against the material of your dress anymore which she couldn’t help but glance at as you looked away. “Thanks. Sorry.” You guffawed, your embarrassment seeming a little relieved as you stepped back, leaning against her desk as she pulled her chair and tray out to do the rolling.

“Louis not buying your weed for you?” She conversed, eyes on the rolling paper as she carefully packed it. Your head snapped towards her, realising that you were the one who blabbed that. Her eyes glanced up at you briefly when you didn’t immediately answer.

“No. It’s… okay though.” You justified, a mass of shame swirling just below your rib cage. You didn’t wanna talk shit about your boyfriend to a stranger, even if the stranger had a totally welcoming vibe about her — and your boyfriend was cheap. Ellie tsk’d lightheartedly, shaking her head. “Against the rules, man.” She comment quietly.

“What rules?” You furrowed your brows defensively as she continued packing.

“You don’t let your girl buy her own weed?” She repeat obviously. Something about the way she said it made the embarrassment in your stomach dissipate into butterflies, which widened your eyes slightly at the disloyal feeling.

“Oh.”

Silence for a beat or two as Ellie concentrate. You notice the lesbian flag on her pinboard.

“It’ll probably just be me and my friends that smoke it anyway. The weathers nice so we’ll be at one of those frat pool parties… You don’t go to those?” You tilt your head, and her eyes lingered on you as you did so at the sugary sweetness in your gesture. God, you made her teeth hurt.

“Nah. I hear those things get weird and horny. Straight people… no offence.” She glances towards you once more, the ‘no offence’ holding little to no weight. Ellie didn’t seem like the type to give a shit about offence, anyways.

“I’m bisexual, but I understand.” You giggle, pushing yourself back to sit more on her desk, swinging your legs as you watch her roll. Her fingers froze for just a moment, before she continued rolling.

“Oh yeah?” She conversed, absolutely despising how a flame of hope flickered in her chest. Nope. Not doing this again.

“Yeah, actually I…” You chuckled. “I started college with the hopes of finding a girlfriend. Things just… didn’t end up that way I guess.” You shrugged, and you seemed happy enough but Ellie could sense the disappointment buried deep.

“Huh.” Ellie let out as she licked the rolling paper, firmly closing it up. She kind of hoped you were watching her as she did so. You weren’t. “You know if you squint really hard Louis could be a lesbian.”

“Really?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Nope.” Ellie pushed her chair back, standing. You chuckled and she smirked, pushing the two pre rolls she’d made into a bigger baggie and then presenting them to you. “This gonna be enough?”

“Oh yeah, I’m a total lightweight.” You giggled girlishly and she nodded, stuffing her hands into her pockets as she watched you fish around in your purse, unzipping an inside pocket to stuff the rolls inside.

“Cute.” She let slip with a smile, and your heart fluttered a little. You berated yourself for that silently.

“What extra do I owe you? Do you charge for rolling or… I don’t know how this usually works.” You pulled out your pink zip up wallet, the zip a glittery jewel between your fingers.

“Nah. No extra charge.” She held her hands up and you raised your eyebrows in surprise. That was a lie. She did usually charge extra for that, but one thing about Ellie was that she was a sucker for the pretty girl discount.

“Really?” And out came the doe eyes, your dark heavy eyelashes weighty above your pretty eyes as you looked up at her in awe. It was Ellie’s hearts turn to flutter.

“Really.” She smirked, not breaking eye contact (much to her surprise) as she pinched the cash payment from you between her pointer and middle finger knuckles, only swallowing down the giddiness when your fingers brushed hers. You grinned, zipping your wallet back up and tucking it away, feet tapping on the floor a little like you just couldn’t contain your excitement (Which made Ellie want to squeeze you.)

“I know you said it’s not your thing, but you should come to one of the pool parties. Most of the time the people there are cool. It’ll be good for business.” You wiggled your eyebrows which made Ellie’s smile uncontainable, teeth actually on display now which she honestly never did. No one was ever funny or cute enough.

“Maybe.” She rolled her eyes with a smile, walking you towards her door.

“They happen every weekend. Would be cool to see you there.” You fixed your bag over your shoulder before turning back to her. “Nice to meet you, Ellie. You’ll be seeing more of me.” You nodded formally, and the auburn haired girl tore her eyes away from the visible band of your underwear through the material of the dress when you looked back at her, muttering a “Good.”

Ellie always came away from these kind of things wishing she said more. She knew you had a boyfriend, but something about you seemed more curious. Like you weren’t totally against the idea of flirting back. Maybe it was all in her head because of the stupid crush she’d already developed. She didn’t understand it, how could someone like you feel fulfilled by someone like him. Ellie would never let you pay for your own weed, she’d treat you right. She had the means to be able to spoil you, which she didn’t need proof to know that Louis didn’t. Hell, he couldn’t even pay for his girls weed — Ellie knew stingy when she saw it. He probably wasn’t even making you cum. Not like Ellie could anyway, but then again who could? She’d like to think she had a gift — but maybe it was a guitarist-fingers thing, and years of deftly rolling tight joints.

Ellie shook her head free of the thought — sure she was a little grey-moralled — but thinking about finger fucking one of your customers girlfriends on a sunny afternoon felt a little wrong even for her. She was heading off to meet Dina to exchange notes for a class she missed, again just about willing herself to stay focused this semester. The two of them chat over coffee, the notes barely touched as the two friends joked around. When a pensive silence filled the space between them, Ellie spoke up — picking at a hangnail in a way she hoped was casual.

“You ever been to those campus pool parties? The ones at that douchey frat house?” She shrugged, glancing up at her darker haired friend.

“Uh, yeah. Like once or twice.” Dina frowned before snickering, raising a doubtful eyebrow. “What, you interested? You don’t even enjoy regular parties, hermit.”

Ellie’s jaw dropped slightly in offence, letting out a scoff before taking a sip of her coffee — still scalding hot on her tongue. “Excuse me. I’d be there strictly on business. I heard it’s… I was told I should go.” She explained. Dina’s smirk deepened, eyes lowering into slits.

“Who is she?”

“Why do you assume this is about a girl?” She rolled her jewelled eyes, before glancing around the cafe just incase anyone was listening to her pathetic segue into talking about you.

“Because last time I suggested you come with me and Jesse you nearly threw a textbook at my head.” Dina argued, making Ellie sit back in her seat, looking away in defeat as she crossed her arms over her light grey hoodie.

“She’s got a boyfriend. So it doesn’t matter. Just said it would be good for business and… the customer is always right, so I’ve been told.” Ellie rushed out, Dina’s shoulders dropping with a pitying look.

“Oh Ellie. Why put yourself through that?”

“She’s bi — okay stop. This isn’t about her. I was just asking. Fuckin’… forget it.” Ellie flipped the page of her notes now, going to scribble down what Dina had written to get her mind off the conversation.

“Alright, alright.” Her friends held up her hands. “Defensive.”

Ellie didn’t see Louis much from that point on. Same time, every week — you would be on her doorstep. Ellie wasn’t sure if it was just out of convenience, or maybe you had wanted to see her. You had the same spritely, sunshine attitude each time you stepped into her dorm — lighting it up with your smile and your pretty dresses. The auburn haired dealers heart was beginning to ache in a painfully familiar way. An unrequited crush, a girl she couldn’t have. She wished she could say this was the first time she’d crushed on a girl with a boyfriend — but that would be a lie.

Each time you left, the giddiness would fade out into a prickly, warm and uncomfortable anger settling in at the pit of her stomach. Occasionally, you’d let slip the way Louis treat you — and if you didn’t say it, she could tell by the look on your face when his name would come up. Your classes were stressing you out, hence needing her weed to unwind in the first place, and your boyfriend was doing nothing to ease your anxiety, instead choosing to go out and get wasted with his friends each night. You deserved better, and she knew it wasn’t her place to say but shit, it was killing her. You were killing her. She could treat you better.

From outside the frat house, she could hear music, laughter, and water splashing from down the street. Ellie stood with Dina and Jesse, already regretting her decision.

“Fuck this. I’m turning around.” Ellie attempted to swivel, but Jesse grabbed her arm.

“No you’re not. You’re here to sell, remember? Got a friend with money, said he’d pay you good.” He gave her a light shove towards the door, Dina rolling her eyes at the two’s antics. Ellie felt overdressed, wearing her short sleeved blue worn denim shirt unbuttoned over a wife beater and shorts with her Converse, pockets stuffed with pre-rolls gifting her that usual marijuana infused smell that followed her around that said ‘Hey everyone! I’m a dealer!’ Upon stepping out into the backyard, it was clear what kind of party it was. The sun was still shining, and people seemed pretty drunk already — jumping off the low roof and into the pool, girls on the outskirts squealing in their bikinis. The floor was practically vibrating with the bass from a Drake song and the sun was sizzling the back of Ellie’s neck — recipe for a headache, she thought. She’d sell her shit, and get out.

She knew you’d be here. In the back of her mind she knew. And yet, her heart still damn near thudded out her chest when you were suddenly right in front of her, arms extended with a big toothy grin. Ellie had almost panicked, not ready for the confrontation. She hadn’t even gotten herself a drink yet, hadn’t even smoked yet and here you were. You were wearing a white bikini and it looks so pretty against your soft skin. She was looking at your tits again.

Ah, shit.

“Ellie! M’so happy you came! I didn’t think I’d ever see you at one of these!” You all but squealed, throwing your arms around her neck and pulling your body taut against hers. Ellie didn’t have to look at Dina and Jesse to know that their eyebrows were practically in their hairline, taking in the scene in front of them. Your bikini top was damp still clearly having taken a dip in the pool earlier, along with the ends of your hair and she felt the wet triangles pressing damp spots into her own chest, your tits pressed up against her. You even had the nerve to let out a happy little ‘mmph’ moan as your body collided with hers. Were you really that happy to see her? God, if I had a dick right now, it would be rock fuckin’ hard. Thank fuck I don’t, Ellie thought— eyes opening again, not realising that she had squeezed them shut to suppress a moan when she’d hugged you back.

“Uh, yeah! Told you I’d consider it.” She tried to play it cool when she pulled back, taking in your giggly expression. You didn’t let go of her arm as you pulled away, and a waft of alcohol drifted through to Ellie’s nose, suddenly helping her understand the situation a little better. You were pretty drunk, but where was your boyfriend? Ellie scanned behind you, searching for his brunette mop only to be met with several dozens of them. Great. She felt a spike of anger in her chest again, violently protective. Who just leaves their girl wandering around in a bikini, drunk, at a frat party? “Wheres your little boyfriend?” Her expression flattened out, and she caught herself. She didn’t mean for it to come out like… that. Luckily, you were drunk enough to not notice the bitterness in her tone.

“Louis? Oh— uh…” Your bottom lip stuck out as you spun around on your tiptoes to see over heads, scanning the yard for him before spinning back with a shrug. You dropped back down onto the balls of your feet and your tits bounced in Ellie’s peripheral vision. “Who knows.” You giggle, eyes jumping to Ellie’s two friends, silently watching with amused smirks.

“Oh, uh— these are my friends. Dragged me along here. Dina,” She pointed. “And Jesse.” He gave you a little wave.

“Hi!” You chirped with an adorable little wave, before telling them your own name. “I’m not usually this…uh—”

“Drunk?” Ellie leant forward quietly with a smirk, like it was a secret just between the two of you. You giggled, turning back to her, introductions long forgotten as your face morphed into a theatric pout, blown out puppy dog eyes and all.

“Who says I’m drunk? Maybe I’m just really friendly.” You practically pur, suggestiveness dripping off your tone as your hand pulled her by her arm just that little bit closer, soft fingertips over her tattoo. Just as Ellie scrambled for an answer — your name was called in a familiar voice. Louis.

“Babe, there you are.” He sounded irritated, and Ellie straightened her back, jaw squaring ever so slightly. Be friendly, Ellie. He’s a customer — she remind herself. A shitty one, but he still pays you.

“Oh…” He took Ellie in, eyes jumping over her attire before glancing back at you. She just admit, she did look violently lesbian that day — and the body language between her and his girl wasn’t looking all too great to fresh eyes. “Hey.”

You reluctantly let go of Ellie’s arm, which didn’t go unnoticed by the brunette boy.

“I was just catching up with Ellie!” You grinned, and God — were you aware of just how flirtatious you looked batting your eyelashes up at her like that? In front of your boyfriend?

“Yeah, I see that.” Louis’ eyes didn’t leave Ellie’s, which of course she took as a competition without even thinking. She took a step closer, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. She stood around 5’7. Taller when she wore boots. Taller if she fixed her posture. He wasn’t much taller than her, so she pretty much met his eye. Her heart skipped a few beats knowing you were watching her, but she held his gaze anyway— tilting her chin up a little. “Thanks for looking after my girl.” He spoke, which almost made Ellie want to laugh.

“Any time.” Eye to eye, the smirk that tugged at her lips held more meaning and the two of you knew it. Oh, she’d look after you alright. Louis’ eyes flickered away, glancing over at Dina and Jesse before back to her, stepping away and putting an arm around your shoulder.

“Come watch me play beer pong?” He spoke to you and you shrugged happily, taking the drink out of his hand and sipping. The freckled dealer couldn’t help but briefly think about how if you were with her she would have cut you off by this point, wrapping an arm around your waist and telling you that you’d had enough to drink, maybe suggest grabbing you a water. As he lead you away, you craned in his hold to wave at Ellie, who waved a few fingers back— watching closely. It was a casual crush before, but now it was on. She didn’t like Louis’ smugness, nor his general attitude or the way he was neglecting you. She had to take you and leave him with nothing. No, Ellie. You’re being like him. She’s not a piece of meat. But she knew the protectiveness didn’t stem from that. Did she think about you sexually? Yeah. But she could give you more than that. You were a sweet girl, and you should be treated as such.

“That was tense.” Dina raised her eyebrows, breaking the auburn haired girls concentration, her gaze snapping back to her friends.

“Oh, uh — he’s fuckin’… weird. I dunno. I give him my shitty weed.” She shrugged it off, looking over her shoulder once more to watch you disappear inside.

“I get it now, though. She’s a total smoke show.” Dina dropped her hand onto Ellie’s shoulder who sighed, shaking off the whole interaction.

“Whatever. I need a drink.” Ellie rolled her eyes, stepping away.

“She was hot.”

“Jesse, it’s okay when I say it. Not when you say it.”

“What? You just called her a smoke show! You’ve never called me that.”

Ellie left the bickering couple behind to find a beer, needing something cool and alcoholic to wind her down. Why was she getting so possessive over someone that wasn’t hers? You were making her feel like a creep, and she didn’t like that. Ellie did not catch feelings easily, despite her past mistakes. So like… what the fuck?

She didn’t see you for two weeks.

Maybe you’d realised you shouldn’t be giving her the eyes. Maybe Louis stepped up his game, who knows. Neither of you had even purchased any weed, and it was approaching exam season so Ellie knew you were stressed. But did she know? Was it presumptuous of her to ‘know’ how you feel?Just based off several occurrences and conversations when you’d come to her dorm to pick up? She tried to shake the feeling of you, your skin grazing hers and your pretty eyes staring up at her — and it was actually working. Maybe time does heal everything. Until of course, she went to the library and the clocks reversed on themselves.

She had to admit, she was falling a little behind in her work. She had gotten so preoccupied in selling that she had almost forgotten to be, well… a student. Her backpack was making her shoulder sore so she switched it to the other as she wandered through the building, fairly quiet for a Tuesday. She felt a pit of irritation bud inside her when she saw someone sat in the seat she wanted, the one that was away from everyone else in the library. She note the pink laptop case, the Hello Kitty stickers on the water bottle, the bracelets on the protruding arm. Oh, it was you.

Ellie was planning to walk on by. You’re here to do work, not flirt or get yourself involved in some kind of sapphic shenanigan. Your head was on the desk, and she figured you had fallen asleep — which almost made her smile fondly before she caught herself. Not yours, Ellie. As she stepped away however, she heard a sniffle. Then another. Ellie froze, willing herself not to do it. It’s not your responsibility Ellie, you can walk away and pretend you never saw. She pursed her lips, turning around anyway.

As she did so, you were lifting your head from the table, wiping your cheeks and nose of tears. You had this pitiful pout on your face, streaming eyes all pink and glossy and your nostrils damp in this oddly adorable way. Ellie still had time to creep away, but she didn’t. She couldn’t.

“You uh… you good?” She stood awkwardly, making you snap your head towards her in surprise. She didn’t miss the way your eyes widened slightly in embarrassment at seeing a familiar face in such a vulnerable moment.

“Oh — Ellie. Um, yes. I’m fine.” You tried, but when you held her doubtful gaze — your lip wobbled again.

“Okay.” Ellie sighed after a beat, pulling up a seat and dragging it to your small table. Yep, she was doing this. “Talk to me.” She spoke in a hushed tone. She was so gentle with her voice and her eyes and her general demeanour — something you weren’t so used to — it soothed you enough to calm you for a moment and you revelled in the unfamiliar but warm feeling she brought you.

“I don’t wanna bore you with it.” You shook your head with an demure chuckle. Ellie wanted to reach forward and wipe your tears away, her hands itched on the table in-front of her instead.

“We’re literally in the library. I promise you that nothing is more boring than my text-book.” She raised an eyebrow with the attempts of making you laugh. Instead, you watched her for a moment. Ellie could tell you were wondering why she was being so nice to you. Does she treat all her customers this way?

“It’s… stupid. Louis just…” You sigh, as if the mere mention of his name makes you cringe. “We’re not that serious. So… I don’t care what he goes off and does in his spare time,” Interesting, Ellie noted. “But he gets really mad. And when he gets mad he gets mean. I guess I just need thicker skin.” Your voice cracked.

“Or you need to be with someone who’s not an asshole.” Ellie snipped before she got the chance to stop herself. Your eyes met hers again, a little wide in shock. “Sorry.” She closed her eyes, collecting herself. You blinked and two fat tears rolled down your cheeks.

“It’s… okay.” You whispered, playing with your bracelet. A silence sat between you two, just the sound of quiet shuffling in the library and your sniffs.

“Look, don’t let him get to you. You don’t… deserve that.” She shook her head and you nodded slowly, accepting. It was as if Louis were purposely giving her more reason to dislike him, and it was getting harder to hide her distaste for him. Snide comments were slipping out more frequently, Shit — she could barely even contain her facial expressions when his name was mentioned. Something had to be done soon, because she didn’t know how much ‘pretending’ she had left in her. Thankfully, the two of you seemed to have developed a bit of a friendship — so she felt less guilty about bashing your boyfriend, as you seemed understanding due to his often unlikeable ways.

“You done here soon?” Ellie looked around at the library. You wiped your cheek, hitting save on your laptop and shrugging.

“Didn’t really have any work to do, just didn’t know where to go.” You pout sadly, making Ellie have to dig her nails into her seat this time so that she didn’t lean forward and kiss it off you.

“Y’wanna smoke? On me. You need cheering up.” She stood up, swinging her backpack back on, studying long forgotten. You looked up at her hopefully, a glint of reluctance in your eye. You didn’t know why it felt wrong, you weren’t technically doing anything wrong. Just two friends hanging out, right? Louis wouldn’t know that you’re attracted to her. You wasn’t even sure if Louis remembered that you were bisexual for Gods sake, despite telling him a whole bunch of times.

“Really? I can pay you Ellie…” Your eyebrows knit together, and she was already shaking her head.

“My treat. I don’t like seeing pretty girls cry. Makes me wanna cry. You want me to cry?” She joked, pointing at herself in disbelief. She felt relief at the giggle that made its way out your throat, covering your mouth as to not disturb the other library goers. Pretty girls. The words echoed around your head until your face was hot before it dropped into your stomach and made a nest there.

“Okay.” You agreed after a moment. What harm could it do? Louis was an asshole, and the guilt began to slip away as you stood up — remembering all the nasty things he’d said to you.

“Alright, good.” Ellie grinned, turning her face away for a moment so maybe you wouldn’t see how excited she was. You did.

“Thats a terrible first high story.” You giggled, taking a draw from the joint.

“What? Fuck you let’s hear yours then!” Ellie gaped, leaning forward from her seat on her bed to take the joint from you as you exhaled. You bit back your smile, letting your pink, watery eyes sail off in thought at you recalled your first time smoking.

“Kay, so… I was 17.” You staged dramatically, widening your eyes slightly as she smirked at your theatrics, leaning back with her eyes glued to you. If you weren’t so blazed, maybe you’d feel nervous under her simmering gaze. “Best friends brother let us smoke some in the backyard with his friends. I tried to play it cool, but I smoked too much and start laughing and I couldn’t stop. Like — it was painful, and I was scared because I couldn’t stop laughing. And they were all looking at me like what the fuck… so I went inside, tried to calm myself down and I threw up on the carpet. Like a distressed cat.” You pouted lightheartedly as Ellie chuckled along with your story.

“Threw up? How strong was the weed? Damn.” She laughed and you shook your head.

“It might have been the shots we’d done before hand to calm our nerves. Bad idea.” You cringed and she nodded, eyes still piercing into you as her laughter died down.

“That might’ve been it, yeah.”

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you as she brought the joint to her lips once again, sucking in as she inhaled the pungent smoke. Ellie always got this confidence about her when she smoked. Well — she always had this slightly cocky demeanour about her, but for the most part it was an act. A need to protect herself. A defence mechanism that helped her get by — being a dealer was a social ass job. But smoking made that feeling real. She knew that was bad, relying on weed for real confidence and all, but hey — she’ll take what she can get.

“How you feeling? Any better?” She tested the waters, almost sorry she brought it up when you remembered Louis’ existence, expression melting a little into one of slight disappointment. One that said ‘Oh yeah… him.’ Like you’d forgotten for a moment.

“I guess. Not gonna let it bother me like you said. I don’t have the energy.” You shrugged, tearing your gaze away to study your baby pink manicure instead. Ellie scoffed out a little chuckle, finally stubbing out the joint. The noise attracted your attention and you met her analytical stare.

“Can I… ask what you see in that guy? Not judging just… curious.” She held her hands up in defence, but you didn’t exactly jump to his rescue. Infact it took you a moment to think about it.

“I don’t…” You stop yourself from saying ‘I don’t know’, your pride still burning despite the weed letting your guard down. “He’s… nice most of the time. Kinda guy your parents want you to bring home. He’s not as bad as he seems around other people. I guess he makes me feel wanted when we’re together?” You consider, but the way you say it makes Ellie think that you don’t even fully believe it. “I think… it was gonna be just sex. When I first met him anyway, but if I’m being totally honest the sex isn’t worth it on its own so I dunno… I thought I’d feel more fulfilled by a commitment, you know?”

Ellie was delighted, to be honest. It was music to her ears. You were just spewing about how unfulfilled you were, and she was starting to feel more and more confident that she could convince you that there was a bigger and better world out there. She laughed, openly — letting the joy of the moment go to her head for a minute.

“Oh that’s funny?” You giggled back, chucking a small brown sentimental looking teddy bear at her from her bed. You pursed your lips and she could tell despite your laughter you were knocked slightly insecure by her reaction.

“A little.” She looks off to the side. You want to chuck something else at her but there’s nothing to throw.

“Why?” You push. You know why.

“Your boyfriend can’t fuck.” Her stomach tensed as another laugh bubbled up and you rolled your eyes theatrically, pushing yourself up just so you can dramatically change your position to face the other way on the bed, arms crossed and brow creased.

“Not opening up to you again.” You push out and she nudges you gently with her foot, a more sympathetic (yet equally amused) expression still at the surface.

“No, I’m sorry. Go on.” She waved her a hand a little in the smoky room, nudging you again with her sock covered toe.

“Thats it! There’s nothing else to it. My boyfriend can’t fuck and it sucks. I hate everything.” You complain, not daring to face her. She can’t help but burst out laughing again, the back of her head leaning back to rest on the wooden headboard as she runs a hand over her eyes, shielding herself from the bright dorm light, and you. She lets out an ‘ahhh’ at the end of her outburst.

She hears you whine her name, and she takes more pity on you this time purely because you sound so cute.

“Alright uh— tell me what he’s doing wrong. I’ll give you pointers to give to him so he can fix his shit.” She tries suddenly, as if just being struck by the idea — and she feels you slowly look at her. She pushes her chin down to her chest, looking at you now as she removes her hand from her eyes. You blink at her a couple of times, still pretty, still high as a kite.

You inhale through your nose, eyes drifting off in thought as you turn back towards her, invested, tucking your feet beneath your ass. You hum, coming up blank. “I don’t know. I feel like… you either got it or you don’t, you know? Sex is… emotional. Well, it should be. To him it’s just… getting off.” You shrug, opting to pick at a loose thread on her grey bed throw than look at her. The smirk is still dying on her lips like the slither of sunlight resting on water at the culmination of a sunset. She takes a little longer to think, brain fogged by her high.

“So… okay.” She pushes her palms into the bed to sit up a little more. “What do you like? I don’t really pin you as someone who… wants to be in control.” She analyses, watching you carefully for a reaction. She notices the flick up of your eyebrows and guesses — correct.

“With him there’s no… no one is in control. It’s not one person calling the shots or any kind of dynamic it’s just… we just fuck and that’s it.” You sound sad this time, like bringing the conversation to forefront was making you realised just how unhappy you were.

“Do you cum?” She asks abruptly, and you nearly choke on your own saliva. You think it catches her off guard too, because she looks away from you for a moment and itches her head before deciding fuck it, and goes back to staring. You bite your lip. Well there was that one time, you were on your back — Louis on top, you had a hand pressed between the two of you, rubbing your clit in quick sloppy circles as he got busy. Your eyes were closed. Did you cum? Kind of? Your eyes were closed. You were somewhere else. Somewhere softer and warmer, and it didn’t smell like beer and sweat. You shake your head, no. It was the closest time though, but Louis got all hostile about you touching yourself during sex. Said it was insulting, that you undermined him. You shook off the memory.

“No?” She whispers, eyebrows raised to the high heavens as if she just couldn’t fathom having sex and not making her partner cum — because that’s exactly what she was doing. She felt that hot tingling anger again in her chest, but it was dulled out by the weed — leaving her with just a light irritation at the back of her throat. “Thats fucked up.”

“Is it? I mean… orgasms take time. Doesn’t just happen in five minutes… that can get exhausting.” You defend, and you’re not sure why. You both know there’s no excuse.

“Nah.” She sniffs, not quite bothered to begin on how wrong you are. She switches the subject slightly instead. “So let me guess, missionary everytime?”

Your eyes widen, pressing your fingers over your lips to stop the childish giggle from bursting out. Ellie’s eyes widen too, realising how, well — down bad she was acting. She felt like a teenage boy on Snapchat playing truth or dare asking an uninterested girl if she’d ever send nudes before.

“Uh— fuck, you don’t have to answer that. Just making conversatio—”

“Most of the time. I think…” You decide to share something to make her feel less invasive, not wanting the conversation to end. You actually enjoyed getting to talk someone about this. “I think I’d feel good on top, maybe. But, hmm. How do I put this?” You thought. You looked at her for a moment and she gazed back, waiting on you to continue. Her breath caught in her throat when you crawled up toward her. “Lay back, please?” It was a request, not a command — and Ellie thought she might be dreaming when you straddled her with a frustrated expression.

You settled, and she was hyper aware of the feeling of your pillowy ass dropped down onto her thighs over her warm crotch.

“Okay, say I’m here. In this position.” You explain as well as you can, and when you give a few demonstrative bounces on her phantom cock her hands instinctively land on your hips to steady you. Fuck. Fucking shit. You don’t even seem to notice, or care. “This,” You point at your position. “Is me being in charge and… I don’t want that. It— it doesn’t get me off. I don’t wanna feel like I’m dominating them.” You whisper the last part like you’re telling her a secret at a girly sleepover, and she catches herself grinning before she scrambles, running over what you just said in her brain.

“Wait. Nah, that’s…” She adjusts herself slightly sheepish because she can feel herself blushing. Be cool, Ellie. Be dominant. “Thats bull. It doesn’t matter what position you’re in, it’s about how you make them feel.” She shrugs, and when you continue to stare at her, pink, glossy wide eyes— she carries on, you requiring more explanation. “If you’re on top working overtime, he should be telling you what a good job you’re doin’. How pretty you look doin’ it.” Her voices rasps in the way it does when she gets horny and she hopes she’s not giving herself away. Your mind goes a little blank, succumbing to the daydream of receiving that kind of praise. It makes your skin feel clammy. Louis isn’t below you in your daydream. Your freckled friend breaks your trail of thoughts. “And,” She’s smug now, and raises her knees behind you, planting her feet down on the bed and thrusting upwards a few times making you bounce a little, gripping her tighter. “Doesn’t matter if you were on top. I could still be the one fucking you. Just like this.”

You pause, only because you’re frozen in fear that she can feel the sudden floodgates open between your legs— praying to every God imaginable that you don’t leave some kind of pathetic wet patch on her. She thinks you’ve frozen at what she’s said.

“Uh— I mean Louis. Louis could still be the one— yeah.” She shrugs off, squeezing your hips with her warm fingers and you’re suddenly aware of your compromising position again, shaken from a dream. You slide off her quickly, bringing your knees to your chest and your back to the cool wall beside her bed. You were not a cheater. It doesn’t matter that the two of you didn’t kiss, or fuck, or whatever — what would have happened if Louis had walked in and seen you in your very gay dealers lap, pretending to have sex? You were not a cheater.

Ellie’s mouth was agape, like she wanted to say sorry but just couldn’t find it in her to feel sorry enough to say it. Her eyes were worried however, worried she’d made you uncomfortable or pushed it too far.

“I should… I shouldn’t stay. It’s getting late and��” You started looking for your bag with your laptop in it, where did you put it again?

“I’m sorry I— I didn’t mean to be weird. That was… I made you feel—” Her tone was apologetic now.

“No, no. It’s not that. I’m just hungry and I get weird when I’m… when I haven’t eaten. You’re fine. I mean, you were fine. Nothing weird just… friends hanging out, right?”

It hurt her, but Ellie nodded anyway. You were going back to him. It always ended this way.

“‘Kay. You got everything? You gonna be okay getting back? You’re still high.” Ellie stood, awkwardly dawdling behind you as you scooped up your purse. “I can walk you back—” She started patting her pockets for her key card.

“It’s okay, really. It’s still light outside and it’s a short walk. I think I need just… fresh air and quiet.” You avoid her eyes, but turn to face her as you back towards her door.

“Okay.” She was disappointed. “I hope you feel better now, ‘n stuff.” Your hand pushed the cold metal handle down and the hallway of her building was just as muggy, but it felt like a relief when some of the smoke from her dorm was released.

“I do.” You could look now, standing in the hallway as she didn’t move past her doorway. The distance made it safe enough to look at her pretty eyes without feeling you were going to do something bad. “Thank you Ellie. I owe you one.” Your brows knit together sincerely. Sure, I have a favour I need — break up with your boyfriend.

“Sure.” Ellie left it there, shook her head like it was nothing. “Text me and just… let me know that you got in okay. Yeah?” She continued to speak to you as you backed up down the hallway, awkwardly fumbling with your bag. It was wrong to let a girl walk back home high and alone. She thought about you walking around drunk and alone at that frat party. She was Louis this time.

“Will do. See you, Ellie.” Her name sounded like music when you said it. She had a new favourite song.

Your dorm was cooler, refreshing to be in when you got back. Your first mission was to look in the mirror and you sighed almost angrily seeing how flustered and a little dishevelled you look. You wanted to take the clothes off that touched her, still stinking of weed. You wanted food in your belly to flush her out. Flopping onto your back on your bed you pull your phone out, ignoring the texts and calls from your boyfriend — all to send a message to your dealer.

‘got back safe, thanks again😊’ You regret the emoji, but the Read: 5:13PM was immediate so there was no time to regret it for long. Three bubbles and then ‘Good’. You stare at the text, and then stare past the phone. You didn’t want to answer Louis right now. He could wait until tomorrow.

part two

#ellie williams x reader #dealer!ellie #ellie williams au #ellie williams fic #ellie tlou2 fic

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beforeimdeceased · 6 months

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CRYBABY! - (E.W) PT3

pairing: mean/cruel ellie x sensitive/emotional reader.

synopsis: she’s the same ellie she’s always been.

a/n: am i building up tension so they can be genuine enemies to lovers? maybe…

why’d you have to make a record ‘bout me?

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“what the actual fuck ellie?” you storm into the dressing room, startling jesse and dina, who’d been sitting on the couch. jesse jolts up to walk over to you but you jerk your body away and rush at the laughing girl. “you wrote a fucking song about me?”

“why are you so pissed?” she rolls her eyes. you take a deep breath before turning around to face jesse and dina. “can you guys tell her why i’m pissed? if i do she’ll be leaving with a disfigured face.”

“i’d love to see you try to fuck me up.” ellie chimes in. you’re about to turn and yell at her when jesse grabs your arms and leads you outside. dina shakes her head, walking towards ellie, looking displeased. the last thing you hear before jesse closes the door is ellie’s crude laughter.

“did you know she was gonna do that?” you furrow your brows. he shakes his head rapidly while pulling you in for a hug. “no, i’m so sorry. if i did i would’ve never let her onstage.”

you’re sobbing now. tears of embarrassment pooling from your eyes and onto his shirt. memories of the moment flash before your eyes. her ridiculous and crude lyricism. the smirk on her face as yours fell. her making it painfully obvious that she was singing to you. about you. and not in a good way.

jesse pats your back while shushing you, repeated apologies falling from his lips. he catches their manager walking by and calls out to him. “hold on i’ll be right back. i’m gonna talk to jace about this.”

you nod, slumping down on the floor as he walks away. it takes you several deep breaths to not burst through the door and bash her head in. then you hear her talking nonchalantly on the other side. “dina it’s not that big of a deal. seriously. she’s such a fucking crybaby.”

you’re reminded of the night you’d cried into ellie’s lap. the next day you showed up apologizing profusely with a new pair of pants for her. her telling you that it’s fine. inviting you in. offering you a snack. a bottle of water. asking if you wanted to watch videos with her about space.

how could such a sweet person be such a fucking asshole and barely show any remorse? how were you meant to just get over everything she’d done? how could you let that person kiss you? see you in your most vulnerable state? call you a crybaby?

before you know it, you’ve stormed back into the room. ignoring dina’s calm and soothing voice, to punch ellie in the face. you’re hyped on adrenaline until the pain settles in. your knuckles burning and her nose bloody. what had you done?

“i’m gonna fucking kill you. so you better choose your last words carefully.” blood was spilling into her mouth. the overflow of iron settling thick in her throat. dina steps between the two of you holding her hands up. “ellie, why do you always do this shit? your nose should be permanently broken from all the fights you get into. just let it go.”

“not too good to fight with me now, huh?” ellie talks over dina’s back. her words are muffled by her hand over her face. you hit her hard as fuck, and a secret part of you hoped it knocked some sense into her. the rest of you felt an overbearing sense of guilt. lashing out was her thing. fighting was her thing. blood was her thing. you had been trying so hard not to get caught up in all that. you even had hope that she was really changing for the better.

it seems you were wrong.

“i’m so-“

jesse bursts into the door, anger all over his face. he whispers something under his breath before looking up and taking in the scene. “fucking hell, what happened?”

you lower your face in embarrassment. “i don’t know what came over me. i’m so sorry ellie-“

jesse throws up his hands. “you know what, let’s not worry about this right now. we have to perform in five minutes.”

dina scrambles to grab her leather jacket off the couch and follows a frantic jesse out of the dressing room. you shake your head as you hear ellie burst into laughter. she’s hysterical, damn near falling out of her chair.

“jesus williams, what’s so fucking funny?”

“nothing—“ she chokes back more laughter attempting to speak. “it’s just— you know how to throw a fucking punch.”

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munsons-melody · 10 months

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angeleyes

summary: after seeing nancy get pulled into a trance, eddie gets worried the same might happen to you and makes you a tape with your favorite song on a loop, even though you're broken up

pairing: eddie munson x female!henderson!reader

cw: bit of angst but ends with fluff

recommended songs: 'disillusion' and 'angeleyes' by ABBA

word count: 3.3k

a/n: did i start crying while writing this? yes, yes i did. also NOT PROOFREAD! also feedback is always appreciated :)

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part two of this fic called ‘your song’ can be found here

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the two of you were together for almost a year. you were inseparable from the start but as months passed, you each kept getting busier and busier and whenever you were together, it would end in a giant screaming match with one of you crying while the other stormed off with no apologies in store till days later.

even though you knew the two of you were in a rough patch, you never expected the last fight to be your final one. you were at each others throats, a silly bicker turning into a full blown fight. you were both teary-eyed, throats sore from screaming and holding back tears, pacing all around the trailer. neither really knew what the fighting was about, but it didn't stop the screaming match that definitely caused the whole neighborhood to wake up from their peaceful slumbers

you still remember the exact moment you felt your world shatter. you stood in eddie's room, wiping the tears from your cheeks as you diverted your eyes from him to the floor, littered with his clothes and various items. you didn't want him to see you cry as hard as you were.

all you wanted was him to say anything like "i'm sorry" or "come here" and have him wrap you up in those strong arms of his, while he stroked your hair and told you he loved you and the two of you would be alright. but nothing of the sort came. the quietness deafening after the two of you stopped fighting.

"maybe we just aren't good for each other anymore," eddie muttered out, and you looked up at him with bloodshot eyes

"what? no! don't say that, please" you said, inching forward but he moved back to avoid your touch

"i think we should break up y/n" he said. it was like someone knocked all the oxygen out of your body as your heart started pounding

"eddie-" you tried but he shook his head, a couple of tears slipping down his cheeks

"y/n, please, just go" he said with anger hidden in his voice, facing away from you

"fine" you said, your blood boiling. you stormed out of his trailer and walked out into the cold evening air, using your walk home as a way to cool down and soon enough your anger turned into more sadness

once you arrived home, you couldn't help but let the tears flow freely, feeling as if your heart was broken into a million tiny little pieces

"shit are you okay?" dustin asked you as you crumpled onto the couch, not caring that you would most likely have to explain why you were crying.

"no" you muttered out, curling into a ball and putting a pillow over your face. he walked over to you, sitting on the coffee table across from you

"did you break up?" he asked and you nodded, turning your head to smush your face into the pillow, letting your tears soak into the fabric of the pillow

"shit shit you're gonna be okay i promise" dustin said with a panic

eddie's trailer was in pure chaos as everyone ripped his room apart, looking for some tape that wasn't a heavy metal song to aid nancy in freeing herself from vecna's trance

"music! we need music!" robin screamed out as you watched as she flung a handful of cassettes onto eddies bed, Eddie swiftly picking one of the iron maiden tapes up and screamed at her "this is music!"

right as you grabbed another box of tapes you heard steve yell "guys!" and all of you ran to the small living room, littered with debris surrounding the mattress that served as your 'landing pad'

you looked up to see steve holding nancy on the floor and you immediately thought the worst, your heart pounding as it skipped a beat, not prepared to see the potentiality of your best friend dead in steves arms

"she's okay! we're going to come through!" steve's voice rang out, laced with urgency. everyone nodded as they cleared the area. you watched as the two of your friends individually climbed up the makeshift rope and fall through the gate onto eddie's mattress

you saw everyone, or at least assumed everyone, swarm nancy, asking question after question of "are you alright?" and "what happened"

nancy just stayed quiet, holding her arms to herself blinking away tears, and you broke away from the group to get her some water as she slowly sat down on the couch

you moved through the all too familiar kitchen of the munson trailer, wanting to reminisce about the memories you shared with eddie in this kitchen, but refusing to do so due to the fact you a) didn't want to waste time helping nancy and b) didn't want to relive the memories that would just break your heart even more

once you handed nancy the water, you let her be, not wanting to overwhelm her or pressure her into talking about what just happened. you went back into the kitchen, not wanting to be in any ones way, and stood there with your arms crossed

this time you allowed yourself to let those memories creep back in. the early mornings where you would make pancakes for you and eddie's breakfast, and what would be wayne's dinner when he came home before he would go to sleep. the times you would teach eddie how to cook when you felt like making dinner together. the late nights you spent listening to the radio and would dance under the refrigerator light. the times you two would spend after hours of endless sex where even when you tried to have a break from each other to get some water just to end up fucking on the kitchen floor.

hell, you even smiled to yourself about the time eddie accidentally bruised his knuckles after enthusiastically waving his hands around while in conversation and smacking them on the cabinet, and you of course had to kiss them better.

you heard some shuffling and mumbling behind you and turned to the hallway just to make eye contact with eddie as you watched him drag dustin down the hall and into his room

you heard the door close and some muffled voices, but you couldn't make out the conversation

eddie shut the door and turned to dustin who stood there, confused as ever as to why he was being dragged down the hall

"what is y/n's favorite song?" he asked with urgency. dustin looked taken aback.

"excuse me?" dustin questioned, looking at eddie as if he had five heads

"your sister, y/n, what is her favorite song?" he repeated with a stern tone

"shouldn't you know?" dustin snapped with an annoyed look upon his face. even though eddie was one of his best friends and someone he looked up to, this breakup between his sister and him was so new and fresh, he didn't know how to act in this situation

"well it changes with her, like it changes all the time man... for a while it was killer queen by queen and then it changed to dreams by fleetwood mac then it changed to, i think, amoreena by elton john? ugh" he groaned

"eddie, why do you want to know? didn't you two break up like a couple of months ago?" dustin pointed out and eddie shook his head, rubbing his temple

"it was a little over a month ago but-" eddie started before dustin interrupted him

"and didn't you break up with her?" he questioned further, crossing his arms

"well technically but i-"

"'technically' my ass! you completely broke her heart and now you want to know her favorite song? why do you even care all of a sudden? you didn't seem to care when she would come home crying after seeing you at school all day. you didn't seem to care when she wanted to go to her favorite place in this goddamn town but didn’t cause she was scared she'd run into you there. you didn't seem to care when she spent all of her money to buy you those stupid concert tickets for your birthday..." dustin's voice trailed off from his originally loud tone

eddie looked down, a lump forming in his throat

"i didn't know any of that..." he admitted, moving his head up to look at dustin with glassy eyes

"what?" dustin said and eddie nodded, sniffling

"i didn't know she did any of that, especially those tickets" eddie said, his voice cracking which mirrored the cracks forming in his heart

eddie sat down on the bed putting his head in his hands, feeling completely and utterly stupid

"i am the biggest fucking idiot for breaking up with her. it was just the heat of the moment with that stupid fight- and i can't even remember what it was about! i was just tired of the fighting! and now it's been a month but i haven't even talked to her until all of this shit went down but god i love her so goddamn much and i will be damned if something happens to her- if nancy can get under his trance at random who knows if she's next" eddie ranted, standing up and putting both his hands on dustins shoulders

"please dustin, what is her favorite song?" he pleaded. dustin looked at him with sympathic eyes and sighed

"angeleyes" he muttered out and eddie stared at him with a confused look written across his face

"i think her favorite song right now is angeleyes by abba... i always hear her listening to it and singing it around the house..." dustin told him and eddie's eyes widened

he ran to the door to open it but as he did he it revealed you standing there, with your arm and fist up in a knocking position

"y/n" he breathed out and you looked into his eyes, the knots turning in your stomach reminding you of the heartbreak he succumbed you to and you blinked, looking past him at dustin standing there

"sorry, uh we're heading to max's next door, it's safer over there" you said bluntly before turning around and walking down the hallway, steve wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you headed toward the door

eddie watched you leave and made a b line into the cabinet that sat adjacent to their kitchen, opening the door and starting to rummage through the boxes

"what are you doing? didn't you hear y/n?" he heard dustin ask as he approached behind him

"i know for a fact that we have that abba song on an album somewhere" he rumaged some more before pulling out a handful of tapes by ABBA

"my mom loved them so we had a lot of their tapes," eddie explained, walking back to his room and grabbing a blank tape

he looked on the back of each tape till he saw the small words ‘angeleyes’ on the back of the voulez-vous album

he put both in his boombox, playing the song and pressing record so he was able to make a loop of the song

"eddie we need to regroup with everyone next door" dustin pleaded and eddie shook his head

"we can meet them after we get a good loop of at least 10 minutes" he said before turning back to his dresser

"we shouldn't risk being here longer than we already have, what if someone hears us or even sees us in here?" he pleaded again and eddie shook his head, being stubborn as a mule

"fine, we'll be all over there where its safe and you can be over here with the fear of being caught" dustin said with annoyance, starting to leave eddie's room when eddie walked over and stopped him

"just wait 5 more goddamn minutes" eddie told him with an angry tone

"jesus christ okay" dustin responded with his voice higher than normal

eddie heard the end of the song and quickly paused the two tapes, and rewinded before pressing the play and record buttons

he sat on his bed, listening to the song and the lyrics hit him like a train

'Sometimes when I'm lonely, I sit and think about him And it hurts to remember all the good times When I thought I could never live without him And I wonder, does it have to be the same Every time? When I see him, will it bring back all the pain? How can I forget that name?'

shit he thought to himself, continuing to listen to the lyrics of the song

'Look into his angel eyes One look and you're hypnotized He took my heart and now I pay the price Look into his angel eyes You'll think you're in paradise Then one day you'll find out he wears a disguise Don't look too deep into those angel eyes'

once the song ended, he rewinded and played it again, internalizing each word he heard from the song

he came to his senses that both of you were hurting just as much when it came to this break up and he felt guilt and resentment gnawing away at him

how in the world could i ever get her back? he questioned himself, feeling as lost as ever

he heard the song again a couple more times as it was recorded onto the blank tape, feeling like a piece of his heart was shattering with each note

he finally felt satisfied with the loop he had made, and quickly ejected the tapes from where they sat and slipped it into his walk man and shoved it into dustins bag along with a pair of headphones, and they carefully walked out of eddie's trailer and to max's trailer next door

you stood next to robin in the kitchen, the two of you hungrily snacking down a pb&j after finding your appetite now that you knew everyone was safe and was able to take a breather from the traumatizing experience you all shared

"here's one for you and nance" robin said, handing the plates to steve and he smiled before turning to nancy who was in the living room

"where's eddie and dustin?" max asked you, making a sandwich herself and you shrugged, gulping down some water

"i'm not sure, i mean i told them we were coming here and that was almost 20 minutes ago" you said, wiping your face

"should we go check to make sure they're still over there and not getting sucked back into the upside down?" robin asked and you nodded

"yeah i'll go, you two finish eating" you said, putting your plate in the sink and walking out to the front door but you noticed the two of them running across the street from eddie's trailer to max's and you switftly moved from the door as they jumped in

everyone stopped and stared at them since they were out of breath

"where were you guys?" lucas asked and dustin looked at eddie before looking at you and then back to lucas

"uh sorry we had to reattach the caution tape to the front door so it didn't look suspicious" dustin said, and everyone seemed to buy the lie, nodding to each other as everyone convened in the living room

you sat in the stolen rv in the back, looking out the window at the birds playing in the trees. it was parked on the side of the store where there was room to fit it without taking up spaces in the main lot.

you heard dustin and lucas up front near the steering wheel in some conversation when you felt the seat dip next to you.

you turned your body to see eddie sitting there looking at you.

"hey" he said softly

"hi" you said back, turning to face back to the window

you hadn't really talked to him over the past few days, not knowing what to do or say since you hadn't spoken since your breakup

"y/n can i please talk to you?" he asked sweetly, and you looked at him again, seeing his eyes in a fixed stare

you just nodded, turning to face him completely

"the reason i was late coming from my trailer earlier wasn't because dustin was fixing the caution tape" eddie started, reaching for dustins bag which was by his feet. you blinked at him, muttering an "okay?" which came out with a more annoyed tone than you intended

he pulled out a walkman from the bag, and popped the tape out

"y/n... i don't know what the hell will happen next but i know for a fact if anything happened to you and we didn't have a way to save you i-" he said, wiping a few tears from his eyes

your brows furrowed as you looked at the tape and back at him, meeting each others gaze

"i made this, uh, it's like a 20 minute loop of angeleyes by abba... dustin said it was your favorite song... after seeing nancy be put in that trance just so vecna could talk to her really freaked me out, and i don't know if he'll somehow use you as a pawn in his game, so this is for you" eddie said, fiddling with the tape before replacing it back in the walkman and handing it to you

"oh eddie..." you said, rubbing your thumb over the piece of technology

eddie's heart fluttered as he heard you say his name

"listen, nothing will happen to me, i promise" you said, grabbing his hand in yours. the fact that he was in the shittiest situation to ever occur and he was still thinking about you just made your love for him grow strong, which in turn only fed into your heartbreak because he wasn't yours to love anymore, and he had made that very clear

"yeah but if anything does, i want to- no i need to tell you... i love you y/n henderson. you were the best thing to happen to me in this godforsaken town and the fact that i messed things up will be something i will always regret. i hate that i told you i wanted to break up. i didn't- i was just so sick and tired of always fighting. i've never had someone like you in my life and i thought you were going to break up with me so i went and pulled the trigger before you could. this past month has been pure agony for me, and dustin went and rubbed salt into the wound when he told me about those tickets you got for my birthday, and jesus- im just, im sorry and i love you" eddie told you, rubbing his thumb gently over the back of your hand

you cupped his face, leaning in to kiss him, craving his lips on yours. he kissed back before you pulled away to look at him

"eddie, i don't even know what to say" you muttered out and he shook his head

"you don't need to say anything, i just needed to tell you how i felt just incase" he said and you took in a deep breath

"i've hated you so much these past few weeks for what you did, but fucking hell i love you more than words can say eds. it was very stupid of you to assume i would break up with you just because we were going through a rough patch but, maybe when all of this is over and you learn not to be an idiot, maybe we could have a picnic by lovers lake, just me and you," you said softly, and eddie smiled

"yeah?" he asked, his eyes lighting up

"yeah, maybe i can even tell you about the concert tickets i spent all my money on... it was supposed to be a surprise but i guess dustin ruined that" you joked, and eddie chuckled

"oh honey you didn't have to spend all your money on me, especially not on tickets," eddie said, brushing his fingers through your hair to push it back on your shoulder

"but you deserve it, your birthday's coming up and ozzy osbourne was going on tour and i knew you wanted to see him" you shrugged with a small smile

he kissed you passionately, and you melted into his touch, feeling the warmth of his lips on yours and you didn't realize how badly you needed him till this very moment. it was soon interrupted however as the door to the RV swung open, and you pulled apart, watching everyone clamber in yelling that we needed to go

the engine of the RV roared to life as steve sped off the premises, leading you guys onto the next part of your adventure to killing vecna

fin.

#stranger things #eddie munson #dustin henderson #munsons-melody #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x female reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x henderson!reader #steve harrington #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson hurt/comfort #hellfire club

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Backrooms 2 - SCREAM

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The winner by 91% was SCREAM

Eddie shrieked in terror, grimly sure that this was the last breath he was ever going to be able to take. He closed his eyes, continuing to scream as loud as he possibly could. He felt the main bat rear back at the sound, hissing and spitting. Eddie tugged uselessly against the spiked tails holding his arms down, bracing for the feeling of fangs digging into his skin.

Sorry Uncle Wayne, Bye Chrissy-

Then there was a caterwauling squeal of pain, and the weight on Eddie’s chest disappeared. His eyes flew open just in time to see the bat that had been on his chest was now slumped in the corner, twitching but silent. The monster around his neck roared in anger, but it was also quickly knocked away, releasing his throat from its iron grip.

Jesus H Christ, Eddie thought as he began to cough, struggling anew at the other things holding him hostage. They tightened their grip on him, but they were fighting a losing game now, as one by one they were wrenched off of Eddie, punted away by a…

Is that a baseball bat?

Eddie scrambled backwards as the last creature released him, staring up at his savior as the man continued to swing a fricken Louisville slugger wildly around, striking out at everything that came towards him. A hand gripped the front of Eddie’s shirt, dragging him to safety while a girl with a knife came up and began to stab the bats on the ground.

Shit. I actually did fucking die, didn’t I?

Eddie had to be dead. He just had to be. There was no way he was being saved from giant bat shaped monsters by the hottest guy he had ever seen. An extremely hot guy who was not only wielding a baseball bat studded with nails, but was doing so while wearing a sailor costume and fucking booty shorts.

A sailor costume. And booty shorts.

Eddie was definitely dead. He just couldn’t figure out if he had ended up in heaven or hell.

The bats began to flee, seeming to realize they were outnumbered. Mr. Sailor got a couple more down, but most flew away, disappearing around another corner of this god awful place.

“Fuck, I hate those things,” The man cursed as the sound of their screeching died away, The girl holding onto Eddie’s shirt still gave a grim nod as the other continued to stab each bat that was left behind. One perfunctory slash downward, directly into their heads. Effective, but deadly.

The man turned his face towards Eddie and gave him a once over.

“You okay?”

Pretty sure I’m never going to be okay again, beautiful sailor savior, he thought wildly.

Eddie nodded, keeping his mouth shut.

“I’m Steve,” The boy in front of him said, panting as he leaned his nail bat against a nearby wall and slid down it, letting his long tanned legs spread out in front of him and nodding to each of the girls nearby, “The girl still attached to you is Robin, and that’s Nancy.”

Robin gave him a nervous little wave, releasing his shirt from her hand as if he was on fire, and Nancy rushed over. She deftly untied the flannel knotted around Eddie’s waist and pulled it away from him, flipping her knife and slicing off one of the sleeves.

“Hey!” Eddie protested immediately, giving the girl a slight glare.

That flannel had cost him good money! Money he had made drug dealing, but money none the less. Nancy rolled her eyes at his shout and continued to cut the shirt into strips.

“You want to keep bleeding?” She asked rhetorically, raising a brow as she began bandaging up his arm in tight but efficient movements.

“Oh, um, thanks,” Eddie said awkwardly, holding still and doing his best not to flinch as Nancy pressed down on his wound and began to securely wrap it. Her easy motions told him that she had experience with first aid, and before long he couldn’t even see the cut.

She’s good at this, but her bedside manner sure as hell leaves something to be desired, Eddie thought with a wince as Nancy yanked his arm none too gently. She tied another knot, probably a bit too tightly, standing up the second she was done and blowing out all of her breath in a frustrated sigh.

“They’re going to come back,” Nancy said, a solid sure statement that settled a pit in Eddie’s gut, “Let’s get out of here,”

“Okay,” Steve agreed, holding out a hand to Robin and helping her up. He hefted his bat onto his shoulder and held out his other hand towards Eddie.

“You comin’ with?”

EDDIE GOES WITH THEM

EDDIE GOES ALONE

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#the backrooms #backrooms au #steve harrington #stranger things #st #eddie munson #steddie #steddie ficlet #steve and eddie #robin buckley #Nancy wheeler #chrissy cunningham #steddie au #stranger things au

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sangoqueenkoko · 1 month

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Father here 💅

I'm requesting Childe x non binary reader (amab)

Ehheheheh yeah sorry I know you hate him

Childe coming back from getting defeated by the Traveler(up to you who beats his ass)to come home to his lover, fluff overload

IF YOU DON'T WANNA DO CHILDE, Xiao x reader (nonbinary still)

Same thing but after the chasm situation.

father‼️🗣️ hello

this is shit. sorry

CHILDE

safe retreat

Fluff

MAIN MASTERLIST | HYDRO MASTERLIST

Summary: Childe picked a fight with the legendary Traveller. He doesn’t care how bad it may seem, he just wants to come home to you.

Warnings? Childe nearly gets beaten to a pulp by the Traveller. His fault. Womp womp. What a shmuck. Contains a smidge of mention of blood.

Contains a mention of Traveller (Aether), Paimon and Childe of course!

“Do NOT call me that! Girlie. Ew!” Aether, the Teyvat renowned Traveller, yelled in disgust as he quickly and swiftly parried the Harbingers attacks.

“Yeah! And he’s not even a girl anyway!” Paimon squealed as she kicked her foot in the air before quickly pulling back Aether by the collar as an attack swiftly flew by Aether’s face without him even noticing.

The Traveller knew not to literally beat this guy to death because of who he’s associated with, and they could literally come after you if anything would happen to him. Well.. seeing as how no one really did much with the passing of La Signora, uh… there would be someone who would absolutely come after you and do what you did to him.. to you.

In the Liyuean countryside sat a sweet yet unquant house that held the traditional curved roof and architectural features such as patterns as well as carvings of a dragons and other mythical creatures of the nation. Each feature placed with extra precision and care. But not merely enough of care that was in said house.

Regular adventures tend to come across this house on their travels, but they never seem to know who owns the property.

But a select few did.

On the beaten path that lead towards the house, lined with Glaze Lillie’s each side, walked a worn and beaten Harbinger. Childe. A hand on his side as he had a bruised rib or something from being too arrogant against a certain someone.

He tasted iron in his mouth before coughing and spitting something out. A tooth. Oh well. Not like he needed it anyway.

He sighed as he walked to the door before he knocked. He heard some sudden rushed noises inside before the door soon flung open.

“привет, мой любимый”, he began before he was cut off by you in a panic.

“Childe! What happened to you?! Are you Okay?!” You yelped as you helped him inside, “who did this to you??”

He chuckled lightly with a slight smirk, “heh. Well.. a certain Traveller did this to me. I may or may not have gotten too brash and cocky.”

Sighing, you got the household first aid kit, which was larger than a normal households because of how prone Childe is to get hurt in fights, that he started, and got the supplies needed. Bandages, plasters, etc.

“You know you can’t keep picking fights like this. Especially with someone as powerful as The Traveller! Please be careful” you took some wipes out to clean his wounds. From cuts on his hands, his abdomen to bruises on his head.

“But I suggest you stay at home and rest to give your body a chance to heal, Okay?”

“Okay, любовь.”

“Good” you said before planting a light kiss on the side of his head, “I don’t want you to pick fights with other people, especially if they seem weaker than you. You never know their true strength.”

…

“Owww!” He complained lightly, trying to be convincing. Yet failed.

“That did not hurt” you deadpanned. You knew there wasn’t any injuries there, as you checked the area before and he didn’t react.

“It did”, he lied with a child(e)ish pout.

“привет, мой любимый” - “hello, my beloved”

“любовь” - “love”

#gender neutral reader #genshin headcanons #genshin impact x you #childe #childe x reader #childe fluff #childe x you #childe headcanons #genshin impact x reader #what a shmuck

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avirxy · 2 months

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Mary crawls along the edge of the pickup truck, back pressed against the dirt stained tire. She picked this party specifically, it’s wild and erratic, with plenty of people.

To her right she can see Darci and Jim, moving in the shadows, but it’s her job to sink the hook.

She peers through the cab window hesitantly to gauge, he’s sitting on the outskirts of the bonfire, swirling his plastic cup like he’s contemplating everything all at once.

He’s alone, all alone and most party goers are inside the house this late, the throbbing bass loudly proving that.

Mary figured it’s as good as time as any, rounding the truck.

“Hey,”

He looks up.

“Will you help me get this cooler in the truck?”

She motions at one of the sidelong ones set by the beer pong tables. It’s probably empty, but he won’t get the chance to pick it up.

“Oh, I mean yeah,” He sets his cup down in the dirt and rises, wiping his hands on his jeans.

It’s a shame he’s nice, Mary bites the inside of her cheek.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you before,” He comments, squinting at her confused.

Just a few more steps, he’ll be close enough, the branches overhead shudder.

“I’m sorry.” Mary apologizes just as a heavy, stone hand knocks against the back of his head, the guy instantly crumples. Jim slings him over his shoulder carefully.

“Let’s go,” Darci whispers.

They have what they need, why linger?

His troll form casts large, wispy shadows along the trees. Mary knows he’s not the one they need to fear though.

Toby’s waiting on the porch of the old farmhouse they’ve taken refuge in, arms folded over his chest, it’s easier to do this out of town, keeps things quiet.

“You got one?”

“What’s it look like?” Mary snarks in return, trying to fight off the creeping sense of bile climbing up her throat.

It’s cold, and dark, and creepy inside the abandoned house but none of those things really bother her anymore.

Darci’s hand wraps around her arm, squeezing it for support. The guy’s started to wake up after their trek through the woods, shifting in Jim’s iron grip.

“You can put him down,” Mary jerks her thumb at the door, “there’s no way he could outrun all of us.”

Jim does just that, gentle compared to his menacing appearance.

“Well..let’s just do it,”

Toby opens the basement door slowly, tediously slow in Mary’s opinion. An awful, chilling feeling rushes up the stairs, like a draft, but so, so much worse.

He turns back, swallowing tightly.

“It’s your turn,”

The ritual they performed was supposed to be a joke. It’d been a stupid game, to call upon the Eldritch Queen, as they’d sat corralled in a circle on Darci’s living room floor.

It’d messed them all up in different ways, but what was in the basement was by far the worst punishment. It’s not her friend..it can’t be. But why are they still doing this then? Jim is forthright with the clinging fact, he’s not giving up.

She almost feels bad for the guy, as she hauls him up on his feet, he’s trembling like a leaf in her grasp, pulse racing through his skin.

“I—I don’t know what this is, but I..I didn’t do anything, I don’t have much cash—you can have my wallet.”

“Breathe slowly,” Mary advises, even though she knows it won’t do him any good, “show no signs of fear.”

Fear only makes her play with her prey, the rush of the hunt.

Mary shoves him down the rickety stairs roughly with no warning, watching him roll and collapse as he hits the bottom, she was hoping it’d knock him unconscious, that’d be a lesser way.

Darci’s already turned her head away, unable to bare witness, Toby has too, hand still shakily grasping the door handle.

Jim wears a mix of horrified and sympathetic, hands clenched at his sides. He’s still watching though.

Mary can’t find it in herself to look away anymore, she feels compelled to watch, to see what her stupid, foolish suggestion that night so long ago had wrought.

As he rises to his knees, clawing at the ground, clearly disoriented, his hazel eyes snap up to meet hers, these noiseless shapes above.

“Please,” The guy begins to beg, his foot hitting the first step loosely and that’s as far as he gets. A ghoulish, blackened hand tearing his gravity out from under him.

His body slams back into the cement, ripping the air from his lungs, unable to make a sound at first.

She never goes for them, not even after it’s over, maybe that’s why Mary naively hangs onto the sliver of a possibility, the barest, gut churning amount.

That her friend is still in there, somewhere, deep down.

Even after she closes the basement door, locks it tight and the screams begin in earnest.

#trollhunters #tales of arcadia #toa #jim lake jr #toby domzalski #darci scott #mary wang #asks #au #nothing like sacrificing people for your friend

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h0t-p1nk-ch33tah-pr1nt · 4 months

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EEE ok a little snow prompt, I might write for more characters eventually but here's the first! (Feel free to replace my name (kat, kathryn, kath) with urs!)

🕸 A FOOLS HOLIDAY, INNIT? 🕸

- Honestly I feel like Hobie doesn't celebrate Christmas! Kinda lost the meaning behind hanging out with friends, to a capitalistic gateway to black Friday sales for cheap dinky lil gifts.

- He's always, always down for friend gatherings, free food. But he is very particular about gifts himself, he will accept anything.

- But he loves making gifts!! Adores it! We are forgetting this man made a watch out of scraps from the spider hq, C'mon this man is a craft nut.

- I like to imagine he made Kathryn a "Blanket" more less it's a bunch of scrap fabric he blanket stitched up, because all of the fabric he could find. So it's a bunch of granny squares just stitched with a hope and a lose thread.

- She absolutely loved it though. Hanged it on her wall like it was the next Van Gogh.

- Since then, he has made gifts for everyone, spider gang, his band, his black cat. No one is safe.

- He's more of the seasonal side of Christmas, and winter in general.

- MAN IS A THERMOMETER, if it's warm, he is warm, if it's cold HE IS FREEZING. Best excuse to wear Kathryn's sweaters, cuz he has to bundle up so much.

- waddles around like a emperor penguin.

- Him and Karl loves snow, snowmen, snow ball fights, Riri, or Kath usually keeps the score of "Who can make the snow man with the longest body." Or "Who can eat the most snow with out getting hypothermia."

- always gets snow in his hair, like icicles, Karl and him where dicking around until Hobie got knocked down into the snow, and his head felt numb for 2 days.

- In the end, he loves the snow, but is around his friends homes the most, mostly Kathryn's, with her cat Beatle.

- Hobie fucking loves cuddling, his iron grip during the winter is like super glue, you can't get him off.

- He mostly drinks more peppermint tea, "I'm gettin' in tha' spirit!", just mostly drinks it because it's the cheapest tea in the season, if he's feeling real crazy, hot chocolate with a bunch of mini mallows, or one big one.

- Also wears a lot, a lot of ugly Christmas sweaters, that say "SHUT UP, I SAW SANTA." or "TIS THE SEASON, TO PUNCH A PIG."

- But he loves Kathryn a lot, because she bundles up the most, lots of blankets and she doesn't have a fire, so she let's the stove run to warm up the home.

- THEM UNDER MISTLETOE? it's like that stereotypical scene of the guy holding it up like. "Wonder why that's there?" That's him

- He'd look so stupid, him in a ugly sweater with tight jeans, because he "could handle the cold" and her in her sweater, fuzzy coat and ear muffs

- OUUUGHHHH

Ok that is all thank you 😼

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#self shipping #self ship #hobie x reader #hobie x oc #writing #writeblr #writing prompt #writers on tumblr #spider punk x oc #spider punk #my writing #across the spiderverse #hobie brown #not proofread #headcanon #headcanons

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gh0stsp1d3r · 1 year

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Tangerines and deers part 8

Y’all this chapter is the best 🤭 got some action in.

You and Ladybug decided to just chill out a bit. He went to the bathroom, and you stayed back.

A little bit after he came out, you cleaned up the snake bites.

“Thanks. Y’Know, I kinda wish we did leave the girl. Something’s off about her.”

“Tangerine said something about she’s a diesel. I didn’t know what the fuck he meant.” You said, while feeling somewhat dizzy.

“Oh.. fuck!

❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎

Meanwhile, the prince and the man talked.

“Was that a snake?”

“Would you know where my son is?” He asked her.

Her cell phone started ringing, and he grabbed her bag with his cane.

“Wow. After everything.” She sighed and put her head on the back of her seat.

He looked through her bag, and he got up and walked closer to her.

“You are the person who pushed my grandson off the department store roof. Why?” He sat across from her, but still away.

“Your son. He was going to help me kill the white death at Kyoto station. And that was the only way to get him on this train.”

“The white death.”

“That’s right. But he couldn’t even do that. So he’s dead. Just a few cars back. They are both dead.”

“My grandson was pushed off a roof. What makes you think I would leave him unprotected?”

His phone buzzed this time, he looked at the message.

“My grandson is safe. And my son is not dead.”

“Listen, old man-“ she stood up.

“The only thing you know about an old man, young lady, is that he survived much more, and much worse, than you.”

She grabbed her bag and ran, passing you guys.

“I’ll fucking kill him myself.”

“Okay.” You shrugged, and looked where she came from.

“Should we..?”

“I guess.” You sighed and walked back to where you guys sat originally.

“Are you all right?”

“From that? You’re not gonna believe this coincidence. But I already got a dose of antivenom in me today, so I’m good. Probably.”

“Yeah, fucking lucky, otherwise that hornet bitch would’ve had me bleeding from my eye sockets.” You shuddered at the thought.

“The girl…”

“Her intentions with you were not honorable.” Ladybug looked to you.

“Hate to say this but I-“

“You told me so.” He sighed.

“A blind man could see you are the one in the dark.”

“I don’t know about a blind man. She was pretty convincing.”

“Manipulative bitch. Oh fuck, I think the hornet did rub off on me.” You gasped.

“What did you do to her?” Ladybug asked.

“I did not need to do anything. Fate will do what it wills.”

Ladybug scoffed and laughed. “Why do you laugh at fate?”

“Man fate for me is just another word for bad luck. And that follows me around like… I don’t know, something witty.”

“I swear to god, what did I say? You’re not bad luck.” You hit him on the back of his head

“Ow.” He muttered and sat up, putting his legs on the table.

“My handler calls me ladybug. She’s witty.”

“Very witty. Hah, that’s a funny word. Witty. Witty.” You repeated.

“Did you hit your head or something?” Ladybug asked, looking to you confused.

“I did indeed. Also, I’m pretty sure that the stupid little shot did something.” You said, gesturing to your arm.

“Ah, got it.”

“Ladybug?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m deer.” You chimed In.

“This is very lucky indeed.”

“No, she’s being ironic, she- ah never mind.”

“I’m going to tell you a story now.”

“Oo, I love stories.” You looked at the man.

“I don’t.”

“It’s short.”

“Really, im fine.”

“No, it’s very quick.”

“No, no.”

“It’s a good story for you, I think.”

“Lovebug, just listen to the man. He’s funny.. funny looking.” You snickered.

“Sorry, about her. I think she hit her head or something while fighting some guy a few cars back. That plus something that was probably in the thing that one girl stabbed her with. Hey, why don’t you go to sleep?” He looked over to you.

“Where’d tangerine go again?” You wondered out loud.

“He’s knocked out, remember?”

“Oh.. yeah. Someone should go wake him up.” You gasped “Maybe I’ll wake him up and he’ll love me.”

“Okay.. you go do that then.” He muttered when you got underneath his legs and crawled, he lifted them up instead.

“Byeee!” You said, leaving that car and going to the tangerine was in.

“Anyways, what were we saying?”

“Here we go. A long time ago, I made a promise to myself. That I would provide for my family no matter what it cost. I had risen to a highly coveted position within the Minegishi crime family. A man raised up to take my place. A man from the north.”

Ladybug was somewhat interested now, but silently wished you hadn’t left him.

“I asked Minegishi not to trust this man. Minegishi told me that I had lost my appetite. He was not wrong. But neither was I. I returned home and found nothing except ash and blood.” He remembered crying for his wife.

“The white death had taken everything from me. Almost. I went into hiding. I searched for a way to strike at the white death without endangering what I had left. But he remained forever out of reach. I did not think fate would ever give me a chance to make things right. Do you know what they call a ladybug in Japan?”

“Uh-uh.”

“Tentomushi. As a boy, I was told there is a spot on its back for each of the seven sorrows of the world. You see, tentomushi is not lucky. It holds all the bad luck so that others may live in peace.”

“I don’t wanna hold the seven sorrows.”

“Everything that’s even happened to you has led you here. Fate.”

“Well, that’s a shit deal. I’m only still in this job because of deer, otherwise I would’ve been gone a long time ago.”

“You and the girl both are important to each other, I feel. Deers are considered to be sacred in Japan. At Kyoto station, the white death will arrive on this train. I will finally be allowed to make things right. My son is a few cars up, if you could escort him off this train….”

“Yeah, I don’t see the white death letting any of us off this train.”

“You let me worry about the white death.”

“Okay.” He sighed and got up. “I just gotta call deer, and I’ll tell her to bring her boy toy over too I guess.”

“Mr. Ladybug. Your briefcase.”

“Thank you.”

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“Hey, wake up.” You slapped him. He didn’t wake up.

“It’s wake up time, dude.” You slapped him again, you checked his pulse just in case.

You felt better now, and you didn’t feel so drunk.

“Tangerine, if you don’t wake up right, you owe me a second date.”

He didn’t wake up.

“Second date it is.” You smirked to yourself, and pinched him, hard. And then slapped him repeatedly.

Finally he woke up, and slapped you back.

“The fuck was that for?!” You groaned.

“For slapping me, and knocking me out, you little-“ he tackles you onto the ground.

“Stop! We know about the girl. Sorry that we knocked you out before you could tell us.”

“I’m gonna fucking kill h-“

“It’s fine, just leave it alone. We’ll get our chance, eventually. Quite honestly I was annoyed by her.” You said, he still had you pinned on the ground.

“I really hope that you do kill her, actually. She’s very annoying, and she’s a manipulative little piece of sh-“

Your words were cut off when all of a sudden, he put his lips on yours. You were shocked but smiled to yourself in victory.

You grabbed the back of his head, and you both passionately made out. Sure, it wasn’t ideal, but it was good enough for you.

You both were practically animals, you didn’t stop until you needed to catch your breaths.

You both breathed heavily.

“Will you shut up?”

“If you kiss me again like that I will.”

#tangerine x reader #bullet train x reader #bullet train #aaron taylor johnson #tangerine bullet train #tangerine #aaron taylor johnson x reader

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avenirdelight · 1 year

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A Letter For Your Sister

John Stones

John finds a letter that he wrote for her when they were still in high school, one that he never actually gave to her. They're going to get married in two weeks.

“Come in.”

John heard the voice from inside the room. He carefully opened the door and peeked inside. The girl’s gaze found him through the reflection on the dressing table’s mirror. She was curling her hair and she paused when she realised that it was John knocking on her door.

“Hey, Els. Can I talk to you for a second?”

“Sure. Come in, John. Back from training?”

“Yeah.” John entered her bedroom and took a seat on the edge of her bed. “You’re going somewhere?”

“I’m going on a date tonight,” she answered excitedly. “Is my sister home? I thought she was still at work.”

“She is. I’m going to pick her up in a minute. Uhh– I’m actually here to see you.”

The girl, Elsa, his soon-to-be little sister-in-law, looked at him again through the mirror. The creases on her forehead showed her curiosity. “You want to see me?” Elsa had done the last curl and she carefully plugged off the curling iron and put it aside. She turned her chair so she could face John. “Don’t tell me you had a fight with my sister and you need me to help you guys to reconcile. It’s like two weeks before your wedding, it’s not funny if you fight now.”

John nervously chuckled and shook his head. “No, don’t worry, we’re not fighting.”

Elsa shrugged. “Well, most of the time you see me for that, or when you want to do a surprise. Wait– Are you gonna do a surprise?”

John fell silent for a second before he opened his washbag that he’d set beside him on the bed. He took out a brown envelope and stared at it; he flipped it over and over again. The envelope looked old and crumpled. It felt heavy in his hands as it held a precious memory, that he was about to share with someone for the first time.

“You know that I had a crush on your sister in high school, don’t you?”

“Yeah…” She softly nodded. Her full attention was on him, eyes and ears.

“I found this the other day. I’ve actually lost it, and been looking for it for years, and I found it in my parent’s house. It was in an old book, between the pages.” John briefly held up the envelope for her to take a good look at it. “This is a letter I wrote to your sister back then.”

John was almost amused when she saw her dropping her jaw—she was already entertained from the small piece of information that he’d just given her—but John was nervous for some reason, he couldn’t even react to her reaction.

“I’d had a crush on her for years and I didn’t have the courage to confess to her in person. So before we graduated, I wrote her this letter, proper poured my heart out and asked her if she wanted to go to the school ball with me.”

The look on Elsa’s face switched swiftly from entertained to confused. “But she didn’t go to prom with you. She went with M–”

“Max. The most famous guy in school, I know.” John sighed. The mention of the lad’s name still gave him a strange feeling even now. “I never got to ask her… Because I never gave her this letter. Max asked her first, so I bailed out. And I heard that they started dating so I just gave it up.”

“Wait for a second, I’m confused, I– I’ve never heard about this before.” Elsa shook her head. “Does she even know about this? About this letter? About you planning to confess?”

“No…” John breathed out. “You’re the first person I’ve ever told about this.”

That must be a total surprise for Elsa because she gasped, covering her mouth with her hands. “And why are you telling me this now?”

John shifted on the bed and sat up straight. It had been two days since he’d found this letter and pondered upon this interesting idea. He clearly couldn’t keep it to himself anymore.

“I have an idea and I’d like to know what you think about it.” He stared at Elsa, eyes full of hope. “I want to read this letter for her on our wedding day. At the reception,” he started as he dropped his gaze to the letter again. “This letter is proof of my love for her. The way I felt in this letter is exactly how I’m feeling now, and how I’ll always feel for her.”

John’s thumb traced the faded ink on the front side of the envelope—her name, in his messy handwriting. “I’d fallen in love with your sister a decade before she even really looked at me, Els. I was head over heels for her, she was the centre of my world. I used to want to get better at my game because I wanted to impress her,” John chortled, everything he was saying brought so many sentimental feelings. “Now she’s become the reason why I do what I do.”

A faint smile had appeared in John’s smile without him realising. His heart was wrapped by a warm feeling—he enjoyed the feeling even though it was actually quite painful. And his smile grew wider when he raised his head, and he saw Elsa’s eyes full of tears.

“Are you crying? Why are you crying?”

“Shut up.” Elsa looked away immediately as she wiped her tears. “You both are really meant to be together, okay? I’m just proud to see how far you two have come,” she said before she looked at John again. “And I’m so glad that my sister found you again and chose you, John.”

Her statement felt like the highest praise for John. It meant a lot for him that her sibling—whom she was very close to—supported their relationship. John remembered the first time Elsa said to him “Yeah, I like you. You’ve got a yes for me” a couple years ago. He’d felt such a relief, even though right after that he’d gotten chills because Elsa continued with “But if you hurt her or break her heart I’m literally going to make up the worst rumours and send it to The Sun to ruin your life”.

“Thank you,” John said. “So, what do you think? Do you think I should read the letter?”

—

She was finally Mrs. Stones. The man standing beside her right now was officially her husband. He looked the most handsome in his white suit that she’d picked up for him. His eyes had been sparkling with love and joy throughout the day, and he hadn’t stopped smiling. She had been the same, and she could say that she looked stunning herself in her sparkly white dress.

This was their day. This was one of the best days of her life. She got to marry the man of her dreams. If back in high school you’d told her that she was going to marry John Stones, that one lad who always sat at the back of the class, and that he was the one who was going to spend the rest of her life with, she probably wouldn’t believe you. He’d been just a friend, just someone in the background.

But so many years later, their paths had crossed again; they met again through a mutual friend. The lad had become a Manchester City player and an England international, and this time, he stepped forward. He made himself seen by her and it wasn’t hard for her to understand his intention, so she started paying attention too. It didn’t take long until John asked her to go on a date, which she eagerly said yes to—not because he was now a successful footballer, but because she’d gotten to know how wonderful of a person John actually was. She quickly fell for him.

And here they were now, about to have the first dance as a married couple. John had led her to the dance floor but for some reason she was nervous, mostly because she realised that they weren’t just going to dance in John’s or her living room like any other day. This was going to be the most special dance that she would never forget.

She’d chosen the perfect song. It was their favourite song that they loved to dance to but she knew this one would feel different, she was probably going to start to cry when the intro came on. They both got into position and she took a deep breath, ready for John to place his hands on her waist and start the dance.

But John didn’t. He gave her a small smile before he stepped back, even tried to let go of her hand. She was confused and reluctant but she let him go eventually when Elsa came forward with a microphone and an envelope, and handed it to him. She slightly furrowed her eyebrows, trying to understand what was going on, because they’d done a rehearsal and she knew the whole schedule, and this definitely wasn’t on the plan.

“Before we start the first dance as a married couple, I want to say something,” John announced to the microphone. “I have this letter in my hand… You know I had a crush on you back in high school, but I think you don’t know how serious it was. This letter will tell you about it.” He held up the brown envelope for her and the whole room to see, and briefly looked around before focusing back on her. “I wrote this letter over a decade ago, before our school ball. I never gave it to you because I thought I was too late. But I want to read it for you now.”

She froze in her place, processing every word that John had just said. Her heart started racing when he mentioned that this letter he was going to read was from over a decade ago. Not long after they started dating, John had confessed that he liked her back in high school, but he’d never mentioned anything about any letter. She only watched on as John took out the letter out of the crumpled envelope.

John smiled at her. He actually looked nervous. He took a deep breath before he started reading.

“Hello. This is me. John. First, I want to thank you for accepting this letter and taking the time to read it. I really do appreciate it.

It might be silly for someone like me writing this letter for someone like you. You’re a smart, beautiful, and one of the most popular girls at school. And I’m just a regular lad who likes to play football.

The thing is, I like you very much. Probably more than I like football right now. I’ve always liked you since the first time you kindly lent me a pencil in our very first English class. I liked the way you smile and I’ve grown to like you more since then.”

John paused and shifted his gaze at her. She was already choking up, both hands against her chest because she felt like her heart was going to burst out of her chest. Teenager John, that shy but grumpy kid, wrote this sweet letter for her; she would’ve never imagined that.

“I like your voice and how you always speak with confidence, I like your kindness to everyone, I like your pretty eyes, I like your obsession with coloured pens, I like how cute you look when you get shy. Sometimes you nag me because I bring a ball to class and mess around with it, and I like that too. The list goes on but the point is I like everything about you. You take my breath away when you enter the room and turn my world upside down when you look at me and talk to me.

We have a school ball coming up. Half of the boys at school are probably asking you to be their date, but I’m gonna take my chance because taking you to the school ball would be a dream come true.”

A few tears had already rolled down her cheeks. John’s voice sounded so gentle, so genuine. And if she were to read this letter back then, that would’ve also been the voice that she heard in her head. Even though John had been quite a mischievous kid, he’d always been nice and sweet to her most of the time.

“I know you will look beautiful in that white dress you have been telling your friends about. I’ll pick myself a white suit to match yours, or any colour you want me to wear. I’m pretty good at dancing, so that might be a plus point. I promise I’ll be a gentleman and get you home safely before your curfew.

So, do you want to go to the ball with me?”

She stared at John through her teary eyes. She didn’t know how to respond; she didn’t know if she should respond. She was still so stunned, so touched by that letter and John’s decision to finally reveal it to her on their wedding day. She couldn’t think of anything except for the fact that John had actually planned to confess to her in high school. It had been serious to him and she’d been completely oblivious to it.

“I was too late to give you this because someone had already asked you out, and I lost the courage. But thank God our paths crossed again and I promised myself I wasn’t gonna waste that second chance. You were the girl of my dreams and you still are now, and you always will be,” John said, staring at her deeply. He was getting teary too. “I was upset that I couldn’t have a dance with you at our school ball, but that’s okay, because now I can have one with you at our very own wedding.” He took a step forward and held out the letter for her. “So, baby, will you dance with me?”

She wasted no time in nodding her head as she saw a big smile grow on John’s face. She took the letter and spent a moment taking a look at it. Her heart clenched when she saw his handwriting—a bit messy, but you could tell that he put a good effort in it. She sobbed through her smile and the next second, she fell into his embrace.

“I love you so much,” John whispered in her ear and she giggled. The feelings were getting a bit overwhelming, so she needed to hold on to John for a moment and take a breath; his fond words went unreplied.

She finally looked up to John after she composed herself. “Thank you for coming back into my life, and for choosing me again.” She had so many questions and so many things to say but for now, it was all that she could convey. “God, this is crazy, John. Is this even reality? I love you so much. I love you.”

John chuckled as he gently squeezed her waist. “Oh, baby, I love you so much.” He leant in to place a kiss on her forehead. “Shall we give the mic and the letter back to Elsa and have our dance now?”

Elsa came back to take the things and quickly dabbed her fallen tears with a tissue; she knew the girl had been crying too, she must’ve plotted this whole thing with John. She then took a look around. She’d been quite in a daze and it had been like everyone else disappeared from the room. She’d only noticed now that everyone was surrounding them with a loving and happy look, many of them were recording the special moment. She caught glimpses of their mums looking at them adoringly, and her bridesmaids were all in the same state.

She felt like crying again when the intro of the song started playing, but the feeling of John’s hands on her waist and his fond gaze soothed her. They slowly danced as they stared into each other’s eyes. Her mind was still wandering, she might have messed up some steps of the dance, but did it even matter? It was the same thing with the fact that John had ended up not giving her the letter back then—did it even matter now?

John was supposed to completely miss his chance in high school. She was supposed to come to that party where she met John again after so long. That letter was meant to be written, undelivered, lost for a few years, be kept secret, be found again, and eventually be read in the most important moment. Everything was meant to be and it surely made up a really beautiful story.

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Okoye x Attuma: For the Love of You pt 1

Introduction: This story happens after the alliance; but a brief recap of what led up to it. No warnings, as none is needed. Enjoy

Chapter One

Recap:

They sped down the streets, trying to elude the Federal Officers sent to retrieve the young student, and scientist; RiRi Williams. Also, the one Namor sought to kill her; but Okoye and Shuri were there to prevent any harm to befall the young woman. Her only crime; she invented a machine, capable of detecting vibranium. She had no idea it would be sold to the government, nor that it would be used. It was just a school project, and a challenge offer to her by her professor, who told her that she couldn’t do it. She met the challenge, but somehow the government got their hands on it, which lead to this situation.

Okoye drove the red Corvette belonging to RiRi‘s father; who had passed away at some point in time. Shuri rode a motorcycle, found in RiRi’s garage; that she had been transformed into a workshop. RiRi flew over head in her make shift Iron Man looking suit. Griot, the AI of Shuri; informed Shuri a drone was over head and following them. Against Shuri’s advice, RiRi went into high altitude to take it out; and nearly dying from lack of oxygen.

One obstacle eliminated, and another on the horizon. The local Police had set up a road block, preventing them from crossing the bridge; RiRi had caused the drone to crashed into it, giving the trio easily access for a clean get away; so, they thought.

Suddenly, RiRi was hit and fell to the ground with such an impact; rendering her unconscious. Next, a watery explosion hit both Okoye and Shuri. Shuri was able to activate her shield; which helped, but she was knocked out. The vehicle Okoye was in flipped upside down; trapping her momentarily. She freed herself, and ran to check on Shuri; Griot informed her Shuri was fine.

Then a noise behind alerted Okoye, Riri was being pulled towards the water. She acted quickly and cut the cord. At that time, the water exploded and a Orca burst through; four blue beings jumped from it. On the other side of the bridge, a whale flew out of the water, and that’s when she saw him for the very first time. He was a huge male, bigger than the other four. They all were the same coloring; his headdress was that of a hammerhead shark skeletal, he landed on the bridge.

“Take another step closer, and I will kill you all,” Okoye shouted, driving her spear into the ground and removing her jacket. The small female spoke to them in a language Okoye didn’t understand, then she ran towards the police cars coming their way.

The big guy pointed at Okoye, and made a command to the other three warriors. They ran upon her and she fought them, while the big one circle around watching; as one by one his warriors fell. After, killing them, so she thought; she prepared to fight him. He spoke to them, and to her surprise; they rose from the dead, and went to help the small female. He started to approach RiRi, but before he could strike, Okoye blocked his spear, and swiped hers across his face; slicing it. He wiped the wound and stared at his blood on his fingers. His eyes went to her, and a smile crept across his face.

They squared off, he came at Okoye hard; she matched him, as they went back and forth. She gave him a kick in the groin, which subdued him for enough time for her to take advantaged. She dug her fingers into his gills at his neck; he yelled in pain, and pushed her off. They begin to engage again, this time he got her spear, pulled her into his, that he had thrust into the ground. Her shoulder was dislocated; she sat on the ground in pain. They stared at each other a few moments; then he kicked her spear towards her, pointing at it. She locked her shoulder back in place, and grabbed her weapon; then came at him, but he got the upper hand, tossing her to the ground. He said something to her, and picked up her spear to stab her. But she shocked him using a signal from her kimoyo beads; this surprised him.

They both recovered their spears; but by this time, the small female returned with the others. She yelled at him; then threw a ball to him. He met it with a bumped of his hip, and it came flying at Okoye. She struck it with her spear, causing it to explode. It sent her backwards, off the bridge and into the water. She tried to swim back to Shuri and RiRi, but she was too far away to save them. She could see the huge whale, and hear the splashes into the water. She knew she had failed at protecting Shuri, as she had promised the Queen.

Attuma and Namora returned to Talokan with the other three warriors. They took an unconscious Shuri and Riri to the undersea catacombs, to await the summoning of their K'uk'ulkan. Attuma went off alone to get some solitude. He had a special place he would always go to get some clarity. His mind went to the Wakandan warrior, who fought him and lived. That’s a rarity for him, as he is the best; the one who’s sent on the assassinations or hits. He got the job done; but not this time. Namora thought he was playing around, but he wasn’t; she was just that damn good. Even when she dislocated her shoulder, it didn’t stop her. She popped it back in place, and came at him with such intensity.

“Attuma,” Namora called to him, invading his private moment. “What was that on the bridge? I told you to kill the scientist; not play around with the Wakandan.”

“You forget, you are not my superior; we are equals.” He reminded her. Her eyes narrowed.

“Do no forget who is my cousin,” she warned.

“How can I since you never allow me to forget,” he growled. “And let me give you a little insight. I was not playing around with this Wakandan warrior. Is it so far fetch in your mind, that maybe these people are just as skilled in battle as us?”

“No one is as skilled as us,” she scoffed. “Besides, we have K'uk'ulkan.” He slid off the rock where he had been ssitting.

“I will tell you this,” he walked up on her staring down. “Without our capabilities and strength, the Wakandans could defeat us. So let us not get too arrogant, and hope an alliance between us will be assured.” He flew into the air and plunged into the water. Namora stood silent for a long time pondering what he told her.

The next day was the hardest thing, as she stood before the Elders, Council and the Chiefs; but mostly the Queen. As much as she tried to report what occurred; the more she realized her fate was sealed. They sat quietly saying nothing, only her uncle objected; when the Queen stripped her of her rank, and from the Dora Milaje.

She fell to he knees begging her to give her a chance to recover Shuri, but she refused to yield. So, her life as a Dora had ended, and with it all she knew. She walked out the throne room, without another word, nor looking back.

Namor and his people snuck in and attack Wakanda; Nakia and she tried to help as many citizens to safety as possible. She heard someone shouting in that familiar language from the bridge. She searched for where it was coming, and saw the big man from Talokan standing on top of a building. He was pointing at her; she squinted her eyes, glaring at him. Noting they will have their day, but not today.

He had searched the city seeking her out, wanting a rematch. Never had anyone piqued his interest. She was a warrior worthy of the edge of his blade. She had impressed him with her skills; fought off three of his best warriors and won. Not to mention went against him, and lasted; only being subdued by the water ball. But it will have to wait, they had done what they came to do; now it was time to leave.

Never in a million years had she thought, she would return to the throne room. But she did, only trying to revive the Queen Mother. Namor water bombed the palace; killing their Queen. To think she would never be able to speak to Queen Ramonda again. The last time they saw each other was so harsh. She cried, and cried for her loss; the Queen was like her mother.

Shuri had somehow created the heart shaped herb and ingested it; becoming the new Black Panther. She devised a plan to get Namor. She approached Lloyd and asked for her help to avenge her mother’s death, by the hands of Namor. She had built a suit, which Okoye thought was hideous, but one she could work with. Okoye then went to Aneka for help, since she too was no longer a Dora Milaje.

They set out, a few Wakandan warriors; for their revenge. They were there mostly; to lure out Namor so Shuri could kill Namor. A few warriors and one ship, braved the ocean on this mission. It was successful in getting Namor where Shuri wanted; but the Wakandans plan of escaped, was foil by the Talokanils disabling their warship. Okoye was now a Midnight Angel along with Aneka; apart from the Dora Milaje.

Their suits were designed by Shuri, and gave them superhuman strength. Okoye spotted the Talokanil warrior, and had versed herself on his language. She called him out as he had, the day they attacked Wakanda; using same words he had.

Once again; she had impressed him, learning his mother language. They charged each other, he swung at het, but she was able to dodge many of his blows, or absorb them. They fought well; but with the suit their powers were equal, and it ended in her favor. She spoke to him the other words he said on the bridge; ‘you are not worthy of my blade.’ He was subdued on his knees before her, she kicked him off the ship. Ironically, he went flying out to sea the same as she had from the bridge.

Shuri was able to defeat Namor as the Black Panther; somehow getting him to yield. But at a great loss, of the Wakandan warriors who joined in the mission. An alliance was made that day, as Shuri made Namor a promise; Wakanda would patrol the seas, and keep Talokan a secret from the rest of the world. But the fact remains, Wakanda will be in constant threat from many nations; being blamed for the attack on the research ship, and for the vibranium the world desires.

Some time later:

Okoye walked across the meadow towards her favorite rhino, Mbandi. She was extraordinary, black in color, which in their kingdom is a rarity. And because only Okoye was able to ride her. For some reason, these group of rhinos were larger than any on the African continent; or the world. Could be the vibranium rich soil; something Shuri might want to research. And it may be why the Jabari tribe are humongous.

Okoye has done a lot of reflection since the death of the Queen Mother; and remembering the last words said. But the hardest was seeing her die, and all attempts she had made to revive her was unsuccessful. Then hearing Namor's taunting words, and Shuri’s chilling cries for her ‘mama’; fueled her anger for the him, and his people. Why did Wakanda have to pay so dearly, and not the Talokanils?

Okoye’s rage towards them grew each time she thought of the streets of the Capitol being flooded; and the civilians running and screaming in terror. The explosion from the Palace, and finally the Queen's death; a deliberately planned attack.

She needed to let off some steam, and mounted Mbandi; giving her free rein to run wherever she so desired. Okoye smiled and laughed, as they sped through the Border tribe land. Then they reached the banks of the River tribe; where Mbandi decided to stop for some water.

Okoye dismounted, and stared at the beautiful river; as the sun slowly made its descent. It was so beautiful and peaceful. She sat on the edge of the water, quietly watching the sun blip; and the night made its presence known. What wasn’t long before the moon appeared bright in the sky. The stars twinkling like they were sending a coded signal to earth. The water looked so inviting. She looked around, and saw she was quite alone. So, she disrobed; something she wasn’t able to do as an Dora. But now she was free. She slowly walked into the water; and swam out a distance into deeper part, it was warm.

Attuma laid relaxed on a boulder he had discovered after the alliance with Wakanda. He came here to get away from his life in Talokan. He would come often, and thought Wakanda's water was brisk, its air felt good against his skin. He would observe the going on at night, and how festive it always would be. His heart would get heavy; whenever he thought about the attack on these people, and how he would have felt if the same had been done to Talokan.

Suddenly, the earth began to shake and a loud rumbling could be heard; interrupting the tranquility. He leaped to ground and peered around, seeing the great beast approaching. He stood hidden, expecting it to come closer; but it stopped, and began to drink from the water. That’s when he saw her, the warrior he fought on the bridge and warship. She had ridden this huge beast, and now was off admire the sun as it set.

She was tall and slender, the sun's shadow played off her smooth dark skin. His eyes grew black with passion. He had gained respect from her going toe to toe with him twice; and surviving. As the moon shone down spotlighting her, he watched as she relieved herself of her clothing. His heart softened even more, stirring something in him, he had never felt before. He quietly walked into the water; not even making a splash, and swam to her. He came beneath her, undetected. She was even more tantalizing up close.

He reached out his hand towards her heart; just inches away. A vibe emitted from her to him; he wanted her even more, as he was held bound by the connection flowing between them. He could imagine, his body wrapped around her and his mouth hungrily devouring hers, him moving inside her like a gentle wave. And her long beautiful legs encircling his body, moaning with the love he was expressing. She was the one he chose to be his mate. He groaned out loud and sped away, Okoye gasped from a burst of electricity softly hitting her.

Okoye jumped in shock, ducking down; looking and trying to figure what just happened. Seeing nothing, she scrambled to get out of the water. She turned back to the river, searching as far as she could see if anyone, or thing, was anywhere nearby, frighten by the experience.

Suddenly, a beautiful humming touched her ears; a male’s voice, calming and washing the fear away. Then she saw him emerging from the water, the giant blue man from the sea. The one she fought on the bridge and ship. She wasn’t afraid, as he continued to hum his song, and approach her. It was hypnotic and soothing.

He came within inches of her, towering over her; his humming ceased. He reached out and gently pressed his hand to the side of her face. She closed her eyes at first, absorbing the energy flowing from him. Then she opened them to gaze into his, which were black as coal and no white could be seen. But he did not scare her; in fact, she felt quite safe with him.

They gazed into each others eyes for quite a long time, taking in each others essence. She raised her hand and placed it on his cheek. He smiled in adoration, then took her face between his hands, and continued to gaze into her eyes. Her beauty inside was as equal to what was outside. He slowly backed away into the water, and swam away; leaving her standing in a trance.

Okoye slowly came out of it, looking about; not sure what just occurred. She quickly put her clothes back on, all the looking out looking around. She couldn’t remember much of anything, but residues of the encounter linger. Okoye remounted Mbandi and rode away; Attuma watching from the water. She is the one he chose, and she will be the one he mates. She was his now and he was her. The vibe emission between them, boar witness.

Chapter Two

Attuma sat in the catacombs he frequents, whenever he needed to think. Something he has been doing for awhile now. But this time; his thoughts lingered on the evening before, and his encounter with the Wakandan warrior; and wondered what was she called? Where in Wakanda did she dwell? And hoped it was near a body water, where he could get there swiftly, and undetected. At least until they got to know each other.

Wait! He thought. What if she has a deep-rooted hatred for his people; after what they did. No, not her. The vibe linked them; and they are in synch forever. He will not find any peace, until they have become mates. His desire for her would fester, and grow the more that they are apart. Though she may not feel it as much right now. Soon she will become unsettling of something; and begin to feel the residues of their bond. Only with them coming together, will she find release. He needed to get to her before that occurs.

“Attuma,” Namora, once again interrupting his me time.

“Yes, Namora,” he replied, never looking her way.

“Where were you last evening?” Attuma turned to look at her.

“Did something happen that I did not know about?” He asked.

“No, nothing,” she assured him. “I am just curious to where you are disappearing; this unknowing to anyone, in case we need to reach you if need be.” Attuma stared at her for a moment.

“What game are you playing, Namora?” He asked her.

“Games? You know I do not play games,” she reminded him. “I need to know your whereabouts, if we are under attack or something. “

“Attack, Namora? Who is there to attack us?” He questioned her motives. “No one knows of our existence, you except the Wakandans. And I doubt that’s their plan, since they are watching over the waters above us; and protecting our identities. It’s more than we deserve.”

“What did you just say?” She walked towards him. He stood full height.

“The Black Panther promised to keep our secret and patrol the ocean,” he said. “And I said more than we deserve.” Namora eye grew narrow.

“I wonder if the K’uk’ulkan would agree,” she threatened. Attuma came to her and stared into her eyes.

“He does,” he informed her, then dove into the water. He swam and swam, needing to get as far away as he could. He lied about the K'uk'ulkan; he has no idea if he had any regrets on killing the Queen, and attacking the civilians of Wakanda. Or if he ever thinks about it. But he knew one thing; he needed to get to the Wakandan warrior, before things get really weird for her.

The next morning, following the occurrence; Okoye woke feeling refreshed, all the anxiety she had been feeling seemed have eased up. Maybe the night swim? She was not sure. She felt what happened by the river bank may have caused it. Or did she dream that part. No, something took place while she was in the water; then while she was on the bank.

“Come on Okoye,” she began to try and piece together, what she could recall. She remembered riding Mbandi to the banks of the River tribe. And watching the sunset, before going for a swim. The water was warm and stimulating, she recollected going further out into the deeper part.

“What else? There’s something right there but I can not bring it out.” She walked outside to sit on her porch, staring into nowhere in particular. Then something else entered her mind; she had this uneasy feeling she wasn’t alone. That was unsettling; who else could have been there and not made themselves known? Who? Regurgitated in her mind.

Namora had some concerns about Attuma; and his loyalty to the K'uk'ulkan, as well to Talokan as a whole. He has been moody and defensive. And disappearing for hours, without reporting in. No, she was not his superior; but he needs to be available at the drop of a hat. And his sympathy with the Wakandans was unnerving.

“K’uk’ulkan,” she walked into his quarters, and as usual these days; he was painting a mural.

“Yes, Namora. What’s on your mind?” He never looks at her, or stop his task at hand.

“It’s Attuma,” she says. He pauses, and slightly turns his head to the side.

“What about him?” He asks.

“Something is going on with him,” she tells him. “He’s distance, and not saying very much. Nor interacting with anyone these days.” He turns fully around, and stares at her.

“And this is a concern?” He asks.

“Yes, K'uk'ulkan. He’s speaking of how bad he feels about killing the Queen, and attacking Wakanda.” She watched as he took in a breath, then let it go. He looked at her and stood to his feet. Little wings were sprouting from his feet, where Shuri had plucked them off. He walked towards her, and out the room to stared into the water.

“I do not feel good about how I hurt the Princess when I killed her mother. But that is a choice I will have to come to terms. Attuma is sensitive; but he does what is necessary, and asked of him. Allow him to feel what he does; and trust when needed he will be there. Talokan is his home, and he is sworn to protect it. He is honorable.”

“That is what is getting to me,” she said. Namor turned to her.

“What do you mean?” He looked back at her.

“There is something I kept from you,” she looked to the ground ashamed. He turned fully around.

“Oh?” He questioned. “And what would that be?”

“The night you had us follow the Wakandans, to get the scientist called RiRi,” she began. “She could have been dead, and the Princess wouldn’t have been here. And her mother; the Queen, wouldn’t have had to die, or the attack on Wakandan. Most of all our sisters would still be a live. If Attuma had killed the scientist as I ordered him.” Namor tilted his head to the side.

“I do not understand what you are saying,” he was confused.

“I told him to kill her, but he went after the Wakandan warrior instead,” she informed him. “So much time wasted, and lost of opportunity. What happened afterwards; could have been all avoided, if he hadn’t targeted the woman, and killed the scientist.” Namor walked back in his room, then stood before the mural he created, after his battle with Shuri; the new Black Panther.

Namora was right, if what she says is true; which he doesn’t doubt. Attuma playing around with the Wakandan warrior, and not doing what she ordered; caused a lot of unnecessary deaths and destruction. But if he fought her, why is she still alive? As skillful a fighter as Attuma, and out matched only by himself.

“Why did he not kill her?” He asked her.

“I asked him that,” she said. “He said, she was very skilled in combat. And we should think about, that maybe the Wakandans are as skilled as us.”

“That well may be true,” he said remembering the battle with Shuri. Even if he had not been dehydrated, she could have brought more warriors, and more of her ships with more aircraft. He would not be able to bring them all down, especially with them having a Black Panther now. Shuri showed grace on his people; something he lack in doing.

“But K'uk'ulkan, we have you,” she tells him. “And we are stronger and rejuvenate.”

“Their technology along could defeat us,” he informed her. “And the Princess, she is very smart, so let’s not dismiss her. Has he said much about this warrior?”

“He doesn’t have too,” she says. “I think it could be eating at him, that she was able to defeat him on the ship.”

“She did?” This was news to him.

“Yes,” she replied.

“That does concern me,” he wonders if Attuma's feelings about Wakanda has anything to do with his feeling for this Wakandan. “We should keep an eye on him.” If he can’t have the Princess then no one in Talokan will ever have his permission to be with any Wakandan; alliance or not. He gave Namora an order to send out a decree; it is forbidden to take any Wakandan to mate.

Attuma had no idea where he was going; all he knew, he needed to find a place far from Namora, and her snooping. He weaved his way through the waters of the catacombs, exploring them. He never knew they extended so far out, and lost his track of direction. He didn’t know how far he had swum, as the Talokanils were creatures of the deep; and their speed were greater than the normal human.

He came on dry land after some time to explore; looking around. These formation and coloring were much different from those above Talokan. They were crystalline and purple in comparison to Talokan's. The water was fresher more like the water in Wakanda. Then he realized; he was under Wakanda.

Okoye had to clear her mind, and try to recall what she had been part of the night before. Bits and pieces continue to resurface. Music kept coming to her; no, a song she could hum. A very beautiful and relaxing one; that she remembered. A man's voice came to mind, but no one she knew would know such a melody.

She arrived at the cave she would explore as a child with her friends. It led to the beautiful underground of great catacombs; only accessible through this cave. But she had heard rumors as a child that they could be entered through the ocean. But then it would have to be a very powerful swimmer, since the entrance was very deep.

She put on her gear and went in, traveling for some distance; until she came to the drop down. She hammered the spike into the hard ground, and secured the rope to the hook tightly. Then slowly and carefully made her descent. Usually, she would have others with her, it was much safer doing so; but not today. Too much chatter would interrupt her train of thought. She needed to get to the bottom of the mystery of the night.

Attuma continue his exploration of the catacombs, admiring how magnificent they were. He moved further in, not certain of their depth, or how far they went beneath Wakanda. Luckily, there were streams of water that cascaded through them. He stopped once to take a dive and replenish his supply.

That’s when he heard what sounded like a woman’s scream. He rushed in it’s direction to see if he could be of assistance. This is not the place to be injured and alone. He went some distance from where he had been, and spotted someone laying on the ground in a heap. A rope dangled from higher up. He figures that must be a place of exit or entrance to Wakanda.

“Hey are you alright?” Then realized they wouldn’t understand him his language. But to his surprise, they did as they groaned in pain.

“No, I think I broke my arm,” she spoke back to him in his language. Attuma froze; he knew her voice, and he knew her body. It had been engraved in his mind from last night. The Wakandan warrior. She turned over unto her back, and stared into his eyes. “You?” She said, before passing out in pain.

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Strange Connections - chapter one

After saving you from an attack that nearly kills you, Levi begins experiencing headaches and wondering why he feels so strange when you’re with him…

Warnings: violence, swearing, typical aot underground things. you should probably read/watch ACWNR before reading this

EDIT 1/19: Today I became aware of an already existing fic that has a similar plot (at least the beginning part, idk abt the bond) and I just want to let everyone know I am not stealing that authors’ work! I simply assumed this sort of plot hadn’t been done yet (or recently) since I haven’t come across it in the last 2 years. Hope you all understand <3

Fight. It’s what you had to, needed to do. To survive. Those were the only words processing through your brain.

You weakly grabbed for your dagger which lay in the dirt behind you, glaring up at the attacker. Don’t let him know you’re afraid. Your fingers fumbled along the handle, sweaty palms struggling to get a good grip on it. Just stab him. And run. Finally grasping it, you pulled it toward yourself and out in front of you. A mistake.

The large man cackled, shaking his head as he stuck his foot out to kick your hand, knocking your only weapon away, entirely out of reach. Now what would you do? Scream? Nobody would ever come though. That’s just the norm down here. You thought about kicking him just under his knees to try and knock him over. Then you could run. But he was so large compared to you, he’d be able to easily grab you. And what about the others helping him, waiting to catch you?

One more thought crossed your mind, though, as you looked at the sinister grin on the man’s face. How did this happen; why is this happening? Would this be the last thing you saw? Or would he keep you alive to torture you?

What would become of you?

Your brave wall of not showing weakness broke, finally crumbling down. The man had rope and not only a knife much larger than your dagger, but a gun too. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the two other men watching with smirks on their faces. You were powerless against them.

Breath shaking, you let out a defeated whimper as he stalked toward you, salty tears spilling over from your eyes, down to your flushed cheeks. You’d lost.

—

-earlier that day-

You’d risen from bed, completely unsure of what hour it currently was. But honestly, did anybody know down here anyway? All you knew was that you’d overslept again, after getting stuck at the tavern super late into the evening.

You went about your usual morning routine. Make your bed, bathe yourself, get dressed for the day, and grab the dried meat scraps to feed to the stray cats that lived on your street.

Pulling your boots on and throwing the satchel with the scraps in it over your shoulder, you headed out of your small home, locking the door behind you. Upon hearing the clicking of the heels on your boots, the cats swarmed you. Just as they did everyday.

“Hey guys, are you hungry?” you called to them, in a sweet voice you’d never allow anybody to hear coming from you. Especially down here.

Living in The Underground was difficult. Well, that was a given for literally anyone living down here. But as a woman who lived alone, it was particularly dangerous for you. If any creep heard you talking like that, you’d be screwed.

But, you felt a little more reassured, knowing how to fight. It was the one thing your sister made sure to teach you before she died.

That was the ironic part, though. You also felt incredibly unassured about whether you would survive, given how many people succumb to illnesses down here. You’d become especially aware of it after watching her deteriorate.

Sighing as you squatted down to pet the cats, you convinced yourself that you couldn’t worry about the past. If anything, your sister would’ve scolded you for doing so. So you put on a brave face and smiled at the cats rubbing against you affectionately, pulling the food from your bag for them.

“It’s not much, but it’s better than diseased rats, I’m sure,” you said to them, as if they could even understand you.

After you ensured that they were all fed and loved on, you stood up and dusted your hands off. “I’ll see you guys later. Gotta get groceries.”

The cats meowed and followed you until you reached the end of the alley that connected with the main road. As soon as you turned to the left to head on your way, they all headed back into the shadows.

You silently glanced at everybody you passed by, taking small notes of everyone you saw. Just in case. There were a few menacing looking men who watched you pass them by. Three of them, to be exact. You’d just have to keep your eyes out for them. Then there was the group of orphaned children, playing in the alley next to the building they lived in with the woman who took care of them. No matter how many times you’d seen it, your heart always broke for them; hoping they’d one day be able to escape this hell. A couple of them waved to you. You’d given them leftovers from the tavern a handful of times, out of feeling like you had to do something to help. Smiling, you waved in return and kept on walking.

It wasn’t until a couple moments later you realized that the men from before were now trailing you. Perhaps you could avoid them.

However, you were surprised when they caught up to you, tapping you on the shoulder.

“Excuse me, miss,” the largest one called out.

You turned on your heel, looking at them with suspicion. “Yes?”

“How much for a day of your services?” He asked with a chuckle. The two men behind him laughed, too.

“Services? Excuse me?” There was no way they thought a simple waitress like you could be a prostitute.

They didn’t stop though, “ah, shy, are ya? Ironic considering the way you’re dressed, darlin’.”

What? You glanced down at your outfit. It was just a loose blouse, corset, and black pants. What about that screamed prostitute? Was your shirt buttoned too low?

“Sorry. I think you have the wrong idea. I’m just a waitress,” you excused yourself, walking away without paying them any more attention.

That seemed to get them off your tail, and you rolled your eyes. Men down here, I swear…

You were now about halfway to the market closest to your home, but you were actually closer to the tavern than you were to the market. Why not stop by? The only friend you really had down here should be there today.

Upon reaching it, you headed in to find it was extremely quiet. Only about two customers in the entire place. Then you spotted your friend, who was leaning against the bar, looking over reports for income. Her brown eyes screamed that she was bored as she lazily looked down at her work, blonde hair hanging over her face.

“What’re you up to, Cass?”

She looked up, eyes lightening up at the sound of your voice greeting her. “Y/n? What’re you doing here?”

“Just stopping by,” you replied, “it doesn’t seem like you’re busy anyways.”

“No, I’m not,” she confirmed, snapping her notebook shut and sliding it onto the counter behind her. “Need something?”

“Nah, just wanted to chat, since you and I haven’t been scheduled together for some time. I miss your company, y‘know? Sucks working without you.”

“Honestly,” she agreed, “who else am I supposed to gossip with or talk about the annoying drunk people who come in?”

You both laughed, and you pulled out a stool to sit next to her. “You know some guys just asked me if I was a prostitute?”

“No way,” Cass scoffed. “Some of the guys down here… they’re just so nasty, ugh.”

“I know! They said I was dressed like one, too!”

Cass looked over your outfit, looking confused. “You look like every other woman down here, just maybe with a better fashion sense… I don’t get it?”

“Maybe there’s some sort of accessory that signals you’re one and I just haven’t figured it out yet,” you pondered. “All I have are earrings and a small pin on my bag, though.”

“Or maybe they were just drunk off their asses like every other creep down here, and got a little confused,” she chuckled. “Oh well. But hey, I guess that means you look pretty today.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing the comment off. “No way. I’m like, the most basic looking girl ever.”

“Yeah, except that you’ve got way better hygiene and take care of your hair, know how to style even the shittiest clothes, and you just generally look hot.”

“Oh shut up,” you said, playfully punching her arm. “But I could say the same to you.”

She laughed along with you, before sighing as some customers walked in, since the lunch hour was starting. “Well, I guess I’m busy now,” she complained. “I’ll see you whenever we both work next.”

“Soon I hope,” you agreed. “Bye!”

—

The market wasn’t too much further up the road. Hopefully it was still early enough that you could get in and out without getting trapped in the crowds where you were sure to have someone attempt to steal from you. But you were too watchful for that to happen. If anything, you’d just steal it right back. And maybe more than what was yours, since they wronged you first.

But, to your relief, the roads weren’t nearly as busy as they were the other days you’d tried stopping by, and you wouldn’t have to focus so hard on protecting yourself and your things.

It was only a few more steps up the hill to the market, when you heard a familiar voice.

“Well boys, if it ain’t the pretty girl from earlier.”

Your eyes widened. They’d continued following you?! How had you not noticed? You took a deep breath and relaxed your features before turning to look at them.

“And didn’t I state earlier that I'm not interested?”

The three of them were together, all leaning against the wall that marked the end of a dark alley. The big guy who had talked to you had his arms crossed in front of him, that same disgusting smirk on his face.

“More or less,” he replied. “But uh, things don’t quite work that way down here, do they?”

You raised your eyebrow, reflecting his mood by crossing your arms in front of you and frowning. If you showed even the slightest sign of being scared, they’d take the chance right away.

“And what’s that supposed to mean? I don’t provide the services you’re looking for, so I can’t help you there. Is it money you want? Cause I don’t think any of us down here have that.”

They all chuckled once again, their sinister eyes shining with a glint of anger. “Fine, then. We’ll just have to force it outta ya.”

“Excuse me?” You snapped, putting your hands on your hips. “I think you’re underestimating me. I’m not just any other defenseless girl.”

“So she’s gonna put up a fight,” one of them mockingly said to the big guy. “Let’s make it even boss, you and her can fight and we’ll stand by.”

“I think that’s a good idea,” their boss agreed, cracking his knuckles. He pushes off the brick wall with his foot and begins stalking toward you, pulling a large knife from his belt.

“Let’s see how long you can last against me, girl.”

You begin to reach to your hip to pull out your dagger, but before you can even react, he’s rushing toward you and pushing you further into the alley, where nobody would help you.

With a yell, you pushed him off of you to the ground. A cloud of dust flew up from the impact, dirtying his and your clothes.

“You bitch!” He roared, getting up quickly and raising his knife.

Seeing how much larger his knife was, you decided to not waste time grabbing your dagger and instead swung your right leg out, kicking him as hard as you could.

He let out a grunt and clutched his side with one hand, but still didn’t hesitate to try and swing at you with the knife. You swiftly dodged, grabbing his wrist with one hand and pulling your dagger out with the other, quickly swinging it over to slice his arm. It wouldn’t be enough to make him back off, but surely the pain would give you a little more time, right?

The man cursed at you, holding the spot on his arm that now bled, staining his hand. Taking the opportunity, you then punched his face with all your strength.

You glanced over to the other men, who watched in shock. They clearly didn’t think you’d be able to fight back.

But you couldn’t look at them for long, because you had to put all your attention back on their boss, preparing yourself for his next move.

He circled you for a moment, before looking back at the other men. “Bring the rope! Now!”

You lunged at him with your knife, but he must’ve anticipated that because he blocked your attack, pushing you onto the ground, effectively knocking your dagger out of your hand. You watched in horror as it slid multiple feet away from you. The other men advanced toward the bigger one, handing him the rope.

Shit. His attack had left you beaten, despite it being only one move against you. You weakly dragged yourself closer to the dagger, desperately trying to find it among all the dust. Seeing a glimmer of light reflecting on its blade for just a second, you quickly reached out for it.

The man laughed, preparing the rope to tie you up. His men trailed behind him, cackling along with him. “Finally. Thought for a second I might have a harder time catching you, darlin’. But, only one attack and you’re down. Poor thing.”

You glared up at him, swinging your upper body up despite the pain it put you through, spitting at him. “You bastard! Don’t think that I’m just gonna give up!”

Your fingers fumbled along the handle, finding a good grip on it. You’d just have to stab him, and then you could make an escape. You might have to deal with his men, but they seemed significantly weaker than him. Probably a couple punches to them and you’d be able to keep running.

You pulled the dagger to your front side, preparing to throw yourself at the man and stab him. But then something caught your eye; another glimmer through the shadows. When you looked closer, you realized he had a gun.

You can’t outrun a gun. What would you do now?

While you tried coming up with a plan now that there was a gun involved, the man kicked the dagger out of your hand.

You let out a gasp, watching in horror as it flew far away from you. You were completely defenseless now. What could you do?

Your tough front all but disintegrated, and worry came over your features, breath shaking as you looked up at him with fear. You felt tears spilling down your cheeks. There was nothing you could do. You’d lost the fight, and now he’d either kill you right here or torture you until you died.

This wasn’t how you were meant to go. You needed to get up top, experience the hot sun burning on your skin, feel a cold snowy breeze, stand in the rain in awe as it poured down on you. You couldn’t die here.

You wouldn’t die here.

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forlorn-crows · 1 year

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So work took far more out of me than I anticipated, so no drawing tonight, but I did spend the entire shift thinking about the hockey au so I wrote this:

It’s the third time tonight that Dew’s dropped his gloves and helmet and jumped him for no reason. (Okay, maybe the first time was because Swiss stopped a little too hard and snowed Dew’s goalie. But the rest of them? He’s done nothing wrong.) The little fucker might be half a foot shorter than Swiss and twice as skinny, but he’s angrier than the rest.

Dew gets a couple of good licks in, knocking off Swiss’s helmet, before Swiss can shake his hands out of his own gloves and return the favor. He grabs the collar of Dew’s jersey, making sure the little shit can’t go anywhere. “What the fuck is your problem, shortstack? You wanna fight, I’ll show you a fucking fight.”

Dew throws a punch right into Swiss’s nose. “Get fucked, asshole!”

Swiss can’t really feel it through the adrenaline, but Dew’s free hand comes back stained red at the knuckles, and he tastes iron.

They keep trading blows, the rest of their teams circled around, refs waiting for an opening to separate them and send them to the box. Swiss feels his grip on Dew’s jersey slipping. He grabs again at his collar and yanks.

Both of them freeze as a reedy moan escapes Dew’s throat. Swiss glances down at his hand, eyes widening in delight as he realizes what he’s grabbed: a fistful of Dew’s long, golden braid. He grins as Dew’s face turns the same bright red as his bloody knuckles.

It’s enough of a lull for the refs to force them apart, directing them both to the box for their five minutes. Cirrus hands Swiss his dropped gloves, helmet and stick. She shakes her head at him and sighs.

Swiss shrugs, tucking his helmet under his arm. Not far from him, Dew’s captain, a big defenseman who was far lighter on his feet than Swiss anticipated, hands him his own gear.

“Dewdrop, do not get another unsportsmanlike conduct penalty. Do not. Fight’s over, you’re done. Dew, are you even listening to me?”

Swiss shuts the door to the penalty box behind him, and as he wipes the blood from his face, he can feel Dew’s hot gaze through two sheets of plexiglass and the empty space of the announcer’s booth.

He makes eye contact, taking a swig from his water bottle and swishing out his mouth. Swiss doesn’t break it as he spits it out, just stares. Dew is still flushed, and it doesn’t get any better as Swiss gives him a once over.

Swiss raises an eyebrow, gesturing back towards their benches and beyond to the locker rooms. They’ve done this song and dance before. Dew nods. Swiss gives him a bloody grin and sits for the rest of his penalty.

UM. HELLO?? THE BRAID PULLING?? DAMNNN. this is gooooood.

guys heres your fic, eat up. doing my job for me

yeah yeah im still writing it whatever

#i love this thank you #ask #coffeesforcatchers #hockey au #ficlet #the band ghost #fanfic

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Mistakenly Saving the Villain - Chapter 20

Original Title: 论救错反派的下场

Genres: Drama, Romance, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is the product of my limited knowledge of Chinese characters as I attempt to learn the language. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

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Chapter 20 - Self-Recommended

Song Qingshi was a little uneasy.

He felt that he had forgotten something very important.

An Long was arranged in the Meditation Courtyard, and the medical servants who served him were carefully selected by Yue Wuhuan, who were elderly people who did things steadily. Because An Long was fond of drinking, he secretly drank the precious medicinal wine in his cellar when he was an alcoholic, so this time, he sent someone to purchase a batch of high-quality wine and send it to the other courtyard.

The bed chamber's doors, windows, and roof were also equipped with an alarm spell to prevent An Long from going into a drunken stupor and crawling into his room in the middle of the night, dragging him to climb trees together to catch cicadas, and burrowing into the grass to find crickets.

Everything was arranged properly. What had he forgotten?

In the middle of the night, Song Qingshi let his hair down, changed into pyjamas, and lay on the bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep no matter what.

Finally, a flash of recognition flashed across his mind, and he remembered what he had forgotten. . .

Song Qingshi suddenly jumped up from his bed. He put on his shoes and robe in a panic and ran to An Long's yard recklessly.

He forgot that Xiao Bai loved to eat mice!

. . .

It was too late at night, and the smell of alcohol in An Long's room was so heavy that it could be smelled outside the door. The lights had already been turned off, and the person inside seemed to have fallen asleep.

Song Qingshi stood at the door and gathered his robe in his hand. He raised his knocking hand, hesitated for a while, and then knocked lightly.

A moment later, the door slowly opened.

A strong smell of alcohol gushed out, and a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist in the darkness.

"Baby, you're finally here."

Song Qingshi's head spun. Before he could understand what was going on, he was already being carried to bed.

His outer robe was haphazardly spread open. Both of his hands were heavily pinned down, and hot, humid gasps brushed against his neck. His hoarse voice was full of longing: "Don't leave tonight."

Song Qingshi tried to struggle but found that he couldn't move at all.

Guys who train their bodies are all animals. Their brute force was astonishing, it was simply impossible to fight against it.

His body's spiritual fire rose instantly, raising his body's temperature to as hot as a soldering iron.

An Long screamed a miserable "Ahhhh" from being burned. He let go of his hands and rolled off the bed dishevelled.

Song Qingshi lit the candlestick with the spiritual fire in his hand and looked at the man on the ground coldly: "Are you sober?"

An Long turned pale with shock: "Why are you here?"

Song Qingshi put away the flames and fastened his outer robe again. He asked with a dark face, "Who did you think it was?"

"I thought. . ." An Long's expression was extremely embarrassing. He clutched his injured hand and said aggressively, "I thought it was that girl named Huang Ling who came to present herself."

Huang Ling? Song Qingshi thought about it and realized that he had some recollection of this medical servant. She had only been in Medicine King Valley for a few years. She was considered a newcomer responsible for sweeping the nearby gardens. Most of the medical servants in the valley were men. There were only thirty or forty women, and most of them were middle-aged. Huang Ling was young, cheerful, smart, bold, and good-looking, so she was quite popular among the medical servants. Song Qingshi often ran into her in the courtyard and would exchange a few words with her to help her with her troubles, but after Yue Wuhuan took charge of the housekeeping, he never saw her again.

"You always say that every day, I'm the one that drinks and causes trouble. What are you doing here today if you don't drink?" An Long saw him hesitate, and the villain immediately complained, "With your hair down, dressed like this, just look in the mirror, isn't my mistake understandable? You should be thankful that I light a lamp, otherwise, I'd have been scared to death."

Song Qingshi couldn't help but look back at the mirror, at his white robe and long hair. . .

Well, he did look a bit like a female ghost.

Although it was a little uncomfortable, everyone here was a man, and it was an unintentional mistake. He wasn't a great beauty like Yue Wuhuan either. Nothing bad had happened, so it wasn't worth worrying about.

"Forget it," Song Qingshi graciously changed the subject: "When did you hook up with my medical servant?"

"Don't talk nonsense," An Long climbed onto the edge of the bed and sat down, raising his hand and swearing, "She's the one who has been hitting on me. Ask her if you don't believe me."

He haphazardly draped his blouse, loosely tying his pants halfway so they wouldn't fall. He sat with a big grin, showing a perfect inverted triangle figure and eight-pack abs on his feral waist. He exuded a bad boy char which was very attractive to women.

Song Qingshi thought about his glorious deeds of promiscuity and didn't doubt him. . .

An Long asked with a smirk, "Why are you looking for me in the middle of the night?"

"I didn't come looking for you," Song Qingshi remembered why he was here and immediately stood up, looking around, "Where's Xiao Bai?"

Haolong snaked down from the beam and raised his head affectionately.

Song Qingshi grabbed Haolong and gave him serious instructions, ordering him not to eat any mice in Medicine King Valley.

Haolong was extremely spiritual, nodding his head to express his understanding. Song Qingshi knew that it would not mess around like An Long, so he finally put his mind at ease. He promised to compensate it with a lot of delicious food and agreed to play with it.

During the man and the snake's exchange, An Long looked out the door with a smirk. He had long noticed that Yue Wuhuan was standing far away in the courtyard, taking in everything that had happened in the room. However, he couldn't see any flaws in Yue Wuhuan's body; his expression and movements were very relaxed, and he didn't take these farces to heart at all.

How interesting. . .

Noticing that An Long was watching him, Yue Wuhuan hurriedly saluted and lowered his head in embarrassment, pretending not to notice anything.

Every response was impeccably natural.

He was like a servant who knew his status well. He was sensible and well-behaved, and he never took a step out of place.

Unfortunately, An Long didn't believe it.

In Xilin, everyone knew that the more colourful something was, the more poisonous it was.

. . .

Song Qingshi educated Haolong well and prepared to leave.

An Long smiled and pointed to the door: "Your disciple saw this whole debacle."

"It's all your fault." Song Qingshi blushed a little, feeling that his mature and stable image in front of Yue Wuhuan had been ruined by the bastard An Long. He hurried away and took Yue Wuhuan away from the Meditation Courtyard.

Seeing the two walking away, An Long got up, opened another jar of wine, and downed it vigorously.

The more he drank, the more sober he became.

He touched his burnt hand and laughed at himself, "Ha, I thought something good would happen. . ."

. . .

While walking, Song Qingshi explained to Yue Wuhuan: "That guy is just an Alaskan, don't take it to heart. I don't usually do that."

Yue Wuhuan asked, puzzled, "What's an Alaskan?"

Song Qingshi's lingering anger still persisted: "The dog!"

His sister had an Alaskan dog, and he professionally demolished the house. She refused to correct his despite repeated scoldings. He was very irritating. He slipped once and was dragged directly into the river because of his bad legs. Fortunately, the water was shallow, and he didn’t drown, but she had to coax him out of the water with food.

Although Yue Wuhuan didn't quite understand, he didn't want to ask more questions and instead brought up something else: "A medical servant came to report that Huang Ling was caught outside the Meditation Courtyard. This girl is indeed restless and wants to seduce the master of the Ten Thousand Companions Sect. Master, do you. . . think we should send her to the manor?"

Song Qingshi thought for a while: "Okay, send her there."

Although it wasn't a big deal for young women to think about sex, there are many valuable materials in Medicine King Valley, so keeping people with ulterior motives wasn't appropriate. And An Long is a womanizer, and the stunning female cultivators didn't know how many women he had dumped. He once lied about hiding in Medicine King Valley, which caused several female cultivators to come and make trouble for important people, crying, jumping around, and fighting each. If it wasn't for the fact that the medicine that was being made couldn't be left alone, the original body would have been so angry that he would have gone out to settle accounts with him. In short, this kind of scumbag was not someone ordinary girls should get acquainted with. It was a good idea to stay away.

Yue Wuhuan responded and then gently covered his nose.

Song Qingshi noticed his small movements and was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Yue Wuhuan hesitated for a moment, then said: "The smell of wine on Master's body. . . is a bit strong."

Song Qingshi sniffed his sleeve belatedly and smelled a faint whiff of alcohol. He instantly felt extremely uncomfortable and hurried to the bathroom at the back of the bed chamber: "Wuhuan, get me a new pair of pyjamas. I want to take a bath."

"Okay," Yue Wu smiled and chirped, "Clean up well."

Song Qingshi cast a few cleansing spells on himself, then happily jumped into the big hot spring bath and swam a few laps. Then he lay down on the shore, secretly poking the thin soft skin on his pale belly, thinking about An Long's eight-pack abs mermaid waistline, and thinking about Yue Wuhuan's beautiful and compact waistline. Suddenly something felt wrong.

After finally having a healthy body, shouldn't he take time to train himself to make himself more masculine?

Song Qingshi dully thought for a long time.

. . .

Yue Wuhuan sat on the steps outside, calmly playing with a scalpel while reading a book.

There was only darkness in his eyes under the lamplight, like a bottomless abyss.

How could he not be angry about such a thing?

Covered in the smell of the filthy guy who played with vermin, he was so disgusted that he felt like he was about to vomit. . .

He had paid a terrible price countless times that could allow him to remain calm the angrier he got, to remain natural the more disgusted he was. He must not be seen as unwilling. At this time, he would replace his tears with laughter, turn his pain into pleasure, and change his wails into sounds of joy to keep this disgusting guy entertained. He was very familiar with the drill.

Then, lurking in the deepest shadows. . .

He would be patient and wait.

Until the moment arose when it was time to bear his venomous fangs.

The author has something to say: Song Qingshi: What relationship can I have with a man other than friendship? Those who think wrongly are not decent people!

Yue Wuhuan smiled: Whatever Master says is right.

An Long smirked: Whatever Qingshi says is right~

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So i was wondering if you could do a smut of Michael you and him had been friends for some time and after having a really big fight with his wife he comes over to talk and get some relievement.

---A/N: Thank you for the request. Michael simps, come get your juice.

Summary: He came to yours after catching Amanda cheating... He came out a few hours later much more refreshed and happy. I wonder why?

TW: Smut

“Louder,” He demanded.

Throughout every rush of euphoria, his hands tightened around your neck and purposely made it harder for you to praise him. You raised your voice and released a sign of appreciation but he dismounted the offer.

“LOUDER!”

You panted for more air that was sucked out of you.

“FUCK!”

He was aggressive and completely out of character. You loved that. His hands loosened and your mouth opened.

“MICHAEL, FUCK!-“

2 hours ago

There was a heavy knock on your door. Expecting no one to visit or come by, you grew curious. You approached the door and unlocked it. It opened momentarily and Michael stood there, head low and body tense.

“Oh, Michael.” You smally smiled, “I didn’t expect you.”

He shrugged. His shoulders barely moved through, it was just his arms; they carelessly highlighted his blue mood. Normally he looks tired but today, he looked wrecked.

You caught onto this relatively well.

“What’s the matter?”

Michael had not spoken, yet he managed to speak with his eyes. One glance and you understood completely.

“Amanda, is it?” You asked.

He nodded.

“What was this one about?” Offering the door to the man, he politely walked through and followed your lead to the sofa. You both sat and he just grew more frail.

“I just… Wanted a day without fighting,” Michael finally voiced. “I was going to ask Amanda out for a lunch date. I walked in the house. I walked in the bedroom… And that fuckin’… Her fucking yoga teacher was fucking the life out of her!” His voice cracking.

You gave him a sympathetic look.

“I got a little angry and tried to rip that mother fucker apart. He left before I could even touch him. Amanda obviously got pissed that I was home… I bet she wants me to turn out dead so she can fuck whatever guy she sees.” Depressing and dispiriting, he dropped his head into the palm of his tired hands.

You’ve witnessed his expressive rantings before. However, it must be bad for him to show up. Were you the first person he trusts? He mentioned a lunch date… It was afternoon, meaning this happened no longer than a few hours ago. You smiled knowing you earned his trust… And Michael is a hard man to please.

“I’m so sick of this family. I sacrificed everything for them. New name, new state, new life… New people.” Michael murmured.

“Why does she keep neglecting you?”

He shrugged, “God knows… I’ve tried to reason with her. It’s not my sexual performance or my… Or my ability to be a good husband. It’s just… She says I’m a horrible guy. She doesn’t even smile at me anymore. She complains about me and my issues…” His body completely softened on your sofa, relief washing away as he’s able to talk about it.

There was nothing to say. Unable to backhandedly talk crap about Amanda in front of her husband, you couldn’t find any comforting words because his marriage has no good side to it. You’ve seen it for yourself. His kids are out of control and Amanda? She refuses to hold accountancy of Michael’s internal pressures and decides to beat them into a hole of raging Hell. No wonder why Michael’s temper had increased highly from over the few months.

“Listen, I’m sorry.” Michael breathed, “I know I intervened your privacy for my own problems. I shouldn’t of.”

“It’s okay. It’s better talking about it. I’m glad you find it comfortable to see me.”

He smiled genuinely at your words.

You both know why though. Ironically, Michael had been seeing you for quite some time. Frustrations, worries, anger, sadness? He gives you a call. His words being ‘if my wife cheats on me, I can cheat on her’. It doesn’t make you feel any better but it loosens the ethics around it… Slightly… Hopefully.

“Who needs her when I can talk to you.” Michael sarcastically joked; giving you a sense of his means of visiting.

“What are you going to do about her?”

“What else can I do?” He simply asked, a rhetorical question.

You longingly searched for an answer in his blue eyes and what you saw was arousal. You held a grudge.

“Michael, it’s not going to help your marriage.” You warned.

“It wouldn’t make a difference if we didn’t… Like she’s going to know,” His domineering voice adding weights to your likeness of the idea, “Am I right, hm?”

Drifting closer by nature, his lips pressed softly against yours. The lightness of his kisses made you grow desperate. As you became more hungry, his hand held your jaw as his tongue fought against yours. Michael groaned; the rumble affecting you exotically. You broke away.

“You are my saviour.” He smiled against your lips.

The kiss has brought you both together. Your legs were stationed on top of his, having the thick arms cradling your body like a piece of property. His eyes sending love letters into yours. It was truly a dream.

“Oh, please.” You blushed as he flattered you.

Michael grinned, “Hey, look at me.”

You couldn’t without flustering.

“[Y/n]. Look at me, darling.”

You obeyed.

His breathless eyes tainted with the words he can’t bring himself to say.

“You’re beautiful.”

You trembled in his lap. Your legs shook from anticipation.

“Michael…” You whispered, “Don’t do this to me.”

He sighed and averted his vision to your body instead. His tongue smoothly licked the surface of his lips.

“You’re right, darling. You deserve so much more.”

Questioning his intensions, they were soon answered by the actions of his unreliable mouth. Michael kissed you deeply before words could be spoken. You caught onto his love pathetically and grew obnoxiousness and selfish in your handsy fingers. One finger would engross in Michael’s white shirt, begging for the freedom of his body which was noticed straight away. He resisted anymore kisses at your teasing manner.

“I didn’t say you could touch me.”

You moved your hands away and he smirked widely.

“How could I say no to you?” Michael breathed; proofing your clothes with his quick eyes, “Always welcoming me into your home… Into you.”

The last part made you grow pink. Nothing makes this time any different, you’d say.

“I want you.” Astoundingly growing the confidence to say so, he brightened at your comment.

“Oh, really?”

You nodded.

Michael crawled over your body as you were dropped onto the pillows. He hovered over you with extreme gazes, his mouth cornering a sparky and toothy smirk. Your body was in shock from seeing him tower over you. It felt like drugs overcoming your system, faulting your chemistry into lustful waves of flaming heat. Michael’s hand trailed down to your stomach, then crotch. He pressed his thumb against your warm patch and clicked his tongue.

“You are so ready for me, aren’t you?” He greedily smiled.

You grumbled silently, eyes threatening to close as his thumb added more pressure to your clit.

“Michael,” Praying he’d stop teasing, the thumb disappeared.

“I’m here, darling.” The voice proposed back to you.

Michael knelt down over your chest, his heavy weight trapping your body. You watched him intently. The way he’d whip off his belt in one motion. When his flies unzipped, the bulge came out. Seeing him handle the boner so well… He held it with care, uncovering the tip from his black underwear. You were soon greeted by the throbbing mess.

“Shhh,” He quietened your timid whimpers, “I’m now coming, baby.”

The promise was executed in motion. Michael hovered back over your body and pushed himself into you. You’d gasp. The length spiralled inside, completing the desires you held. He too seemed pleased. The way his eyes would crease in greatness; the tiredness zoning away.

“Yes, Michael.” You praised as he began thrusting, regaining posture.

He grunted in his throat when staring at you gasping for air. The sight begged him to speed up, growing the adrenaline quickly.

“Mhmm, yes.” Michael quivered.

Not wanting to commit to the pillow princess life style, you decided to take care of his neediness. While his head was low to compete the thrusts full capability, his neck was met with your wet lips. Michael felt the sensation of you nibbling, toying, kissing the skin at his neck. He was for the affection and openly moaned.

“[Y/n]!”

The sign of good pleasure made you smile. However, the smile was soon replaced as he grew more rough around his pace. Michael dragged his hips forward every second, slapping the skins of your bodies together, interrupting the silence of your apartment. Echoing and distantly following the sounds, his moans threatened more.

“Fuck, b-baby.” He whined.

You moaned, “Yes, so good, so fucking good!”

Michael suddenly held a fist against your neck. You reacted with a tight cry.

“Louder,” He demanded.

“LOUDER!”

You panted for more air that was sucked out of you.

“FUCK!”

He was aggressive and completely out of character. You loved that. His hands loosened and your mouth opened.

“MICHAEL, FUCK!-“

You wailed when you reached your climax, having him drill throughout your orgasm to make sure it was worthwhile.

“Yes, yes, YES!” Michael applaud, his hips slowing down, “Oh, fuck… Baby, fuck.”

He winced and collapsed on your body, his dick drooling large amounts of cum between your pussy and his stomach. You hurried to embrace his fall, panting to access the fresh air.

It went silent between you two. Michael’s eyedrops dropped and you affectionately rubbed his untensed back. He smiled against your shoulder at the contact.

“Thank you,” He whispered.

“Mhmm, no… Thank you.”

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